The perfect music when writing about death and poverty.

One day he will disappear. It is written in his face.

I should be writing a paper. I am listening to 1984 on tape.

I miss this. Maybe soon.

mittens.

i am done my first pair of christmas mittens. there will be at least four more.
i am done my second last paper. there will be at least one more.

it is almost christmas. it is almost the end of the semester.

there is a light.

So it goes.

Yesterday I was talking to a friend who asked me what needs to be done about the North End. I said it has to be more than money. Even if there was enough money to buy everyone a house and give them enough to get by, there's still something missing. I said people have to care.
He said "So you have to love them."
I said "Yes."
He said, "That's too sappy for me."

But what I didn't articulate in the moment is what I need to write here.

What I meant to say is that people need to give a shit for someone other than themselves. But far above that, the issue is that people need to accept that they are responsible for what happens in this world. Who else will?

The reason this thing is never updated is because I will inevitably always write about the same thing and no one will read it, I suppose not writing in it will have the same effect.

Where is my dog?


where is she?

The Weakerthans...



the happiest I've been in a long time.

This is the first for today (there will be another, specifically for Randi)

I just wanted to say that there are three things I'm enjoying right now, well there are more than three but I'll stick with these three for now.
1) Kate Walsh's new album. the song tonight is break your heart fantastic.


2) Arcade Fire's new album. Windowsill, Intervention, Ocean of noise, keep the car running... the entire album is phenomenal.



3) Wilco. sky blue sky. enough said.