It's Monday night, and what a gorgeous night it is. My machine says it's 64 degrees outside, which, in my short time in this weather- hellhole of a state, during this time of year, seems to be unprecedented. Tomorrow night starts a long week of recording with the band. It's exciting that I'll finally be on an album, and not drowned out by a shaker. The best part is that we are rerecording the aforementioned song for this album. Very exciting things. Very. For the rest of the night, I think I will bask in the cool air and let the mosquitoes suck me dry.

Social Anxiety

It occurred to me in the shower that a person can be so consumed with fortification that they forget to tend to the thing they're protecting, and instead, concern themselves with the protection of the wall itself. The result of this, I would imagine, would be that whatever is behind the wall dies away. Possibly though, it isn't organic. It could just become a dilapidated structure, on which a person could base their blueprints, should they decide to rebuild. At the end of the day, I guess, worst case scenario is that one has a strong, well cared for wall, behind which is a plot of real estate, ripe for some sort of rebirth or re imagination.

Back? Possibly?

I think it's been about a year, maybe less, probably more, since I've written anything on my little story wall here. Recent updates: I moved from one house to another in North Austin; I moved from that house to a different one in South Austin; I moved from THAT house to my current house, still in South Austin. I've been a couple places and I've done a few things. That sums up 2008-2010 pretty well, I think.

Lately, I've had a really strong urge to start writing, an urge mostly brought on by the influence of television and other forms of media that I've felt compelled to absorb. It's difficult for me to find the drive to take the passion that I feel in those moments and write down my thoughts. Sooner or later, I end up losing it because I start watching cartoons on youtube or reruns of ....I guess mostly cartoons on t.v.. I'm not saying that if it weren't for cartoons, I might have the next three or four Great American Novels saved on my hardrive, but I do think it would sharpen my mind a little bit to sit down, and even at the very least, do what I'm doing now: Complain about things I can change but won't. Or am I changing by writing this? So am I complaining about nothing? Or am I not complaining t all. Maybe I'm just stating that in the past, I have not done this, when I maybe should have, however NOW, I AM doing it. If I get up now, I might be able to catch the end of a Friends rerun that I've seen already, as a rerun. I can't stand in the way of that.

People Nowadays Dress Like Shit.

Hey! It's been 8 months since I've written about my wonderful life here on this corner of the internet. Things that have changed....I live in Austin now. Oh...I have a dog. I've been listening to Silverchair for 30 minutes now and I just realized it. Changing song....oooooo aereosmith. not better. Alright. I can deal with Walk Away Renee. Anyway...I've been having this loud and angry conversation with a couple people and I really think I need to get it down on paper. Or internet paper. Fake paper. Here it is:
People Nowadays Dress Like Shit.

I started to notice this in church when i was around 10, I'd say. My father always told me that I needed to dress nicley when I went to church, I imagine, out of respect for the institution. I agree with that. Church is a place at which you should show your deepest respect for...whatever it is you happen to be respecting there. You should enter those doors with a sense of dignity. Over the years, I noticed, people started dropping the button up shirt, slacks, and nice shoes look for maybe a clean polo shirt, khakis, and less nice shoes. Then, Polo Shirt, Shorts, tennis shoes/sandals. Now, when I go to church, it looks like people are on there way to, or from a lazy summer picnic. I call bullshit. Why am I the outcast for showing up in a shirt, tie, jacket, etc. Anyway...thats church...whatever...fine, do what you want.

What I HAVEN'T accepted is people having similarly low standards when going out into public. There is a girl I work with who comes to work in thin coton sweat pants and a different oversized faded Pink Floyd shirt everyday. She isn't fat either. They make real clothes that fit her. She looks like she just got done mopping and waxing the floor and decided to come pick up a shift. She looks like she spent the night at her boyfriends parents house and had to put on whatever was available so she could go down and get a cup of coffee. She looks like she walked out her fucking door to grab the paper and said, "Well, shit...I don't have any plans today. I'll just keep walking to the car and go to work." She looks like shit. Absolute shit. Complete lack of self respect. And she isnt the only person. In high school, girls would come to school wearing pajama bottoms. That's not cute. What are you, some sort of bed- ridden vagrant (I realize its difficult to be a vagrant if you're bed ridden...or visa versa...but you understand what I'm saying) who decided to come get an education? I can't place the blame squarely on her. That isn't fair. I'm sure she's a very nice person. It's a societal issue.

Society seems to be stuck in this unhealthy gravitation towards slovenly apathy. If you're leaving your house, dress like your leaving your house. I'm not saying wear a suit or a dress to work. Just throw on a pair of jeans. Maybe a shirt that fits. leave your houseslippers at home. I've never claimed to be a sharp dresser, but one thing I will say for myself is when you see me in public, I believe you can tell that my intention was to be in public. I didn't "leap" there from Bed Land.

Thats all I have to say.

Take Care,
Daniel.

Insomnia

I'm slowly returning to the land of the living after being sick for the better part of 2008. I was looking back on it...and this has been a really shitty year so far. My car got towed twice and I've been sick for over a month. It's only March 12th... it's ok though. Good things are coming. I'm not going to be all negative. On an unrelated note, or maybe totally stress related...I couldn't sleep last night because I was obsessing over how one would cut a pie into 10 even slices, without doing a whole bunch of math...effortlessly...I mean, it's easy to cut 8 slices. Youjust cut it in half, then cut the halves in half, then cut the 1/4 's in half. I really couldnt wrap my head around cutting a pie into 10 slices. I was thining, maybe if you figure out the circumfrance...but...I forget how to do that. Anyway. It was really bothering me and I had to take a sleeping pill to go to bed. I've never taken a sleeping pill before and boy do they work. So.....moral of story....if your having a pie party, don't invite 10 people....and...when i find the girl who can effortlessly cut a pie into 10 slices.....i'm marrying her.

Austin, HO!

Dear Deb,
As you well know, I'm moving to Texas. But what you don't know...is why. I want to be a cowboy.

Now...I guess that's a good start. It was suggested to me that I begin with that..and there is truth in it. Really, though...I want to dance. So...I'm moving to Austin, I have an apartment now, I have a job....now I just need to stop haveing these reoccuring dreams that something horrible is gogin to happen right before I leave. It's all pretty exciting. I don't have much else to say. Things are looking up for old Daniel.

Where Did My Friends Go. A Haiku.

one has a flu now

others are doing work and stuff

and I'm stuck here. Alone.