One week, one night

I have been extrememly lazy in keeping this page up to date lately. It has been a busy month, but there are no excuses. I may have even not started writing today, as it has taken me a good 24 hours to get over episode 61 of Six Feet Under.

I have spent the last week at the beach, listening to the latest Jack Johnson CD, spending time listening to oldies, G n' R Appetite for Destruction, and yearning for a chance to see The Mars Volta on their latest stent around the country. A side note, I could care less about their being accompanied by A System of the Down.

Much of the time was spent with neices and nephews, brothers, and the lady friend, drinking wine and beer, fending off bug bites, and waking early to the cry of the early waking babies. I began reading THE TRAVELER, by the ever anonymous JOHN TWELVE HAWKS, and am burning to finish so that I can start CHUCK KLOSTERMAN'S "KILLING YOURSELF TO LIVE". I will give you an update to both shortly I hope.

My latest frustration lies in the fact that I cannot get rid of extra tickets that I have to The White Stripes/The Shins show. I purchased tickets to the first show in Brooklyn NY, and the next day Keyspan Park released the news that there would be another show with M. Ward opening. Being that was the case, I had to buy tickets to the second show. M. Ward has been a mainstay of my ladies and my MP3 players since we saw him at The Strand in RI with Jim James and Conner Oberst of Bright Eyes. I guitar genius, and folk renaissance man, he strums until it seems like is fingers are going to burst.

The giants game delayed by lightening has just started again to my suprise at 10:00,, so I am off the clock, hope to get to you all soon.