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.

By the way, How awesome is the Sun?

So...once every...I'd say 2 to 3 months, I get curious about what's happening in music. I'm not talking real music, I mean like...the Indie scene. I'll browse Pitchfork, take recomendation from various music blogs...sort of blindly...I usually haven't even heard of the bands that these others groups "sound like."(one thing I have learned is "sounds like the Pixies" is usually a negative thing). Anyway..I have the unfortunate disposition of being a singles guy, but also a huge fan of concept albums....so...I never know what to listen for. Again...I've lost my train of thought so I'll get to the meat of my story... I was dowloading songs based on snobby blogger recomendations and I noticed that the problem i have is not that the songs are bad. The songs are fine..really..I mean...they aren't bad at all and I commend the artists for making them...its just that...I can't see myself buying the album becasue...I really just can't see myself ever wanting to hear the song again, or any songs like it. You know how you usually buy an album becasue you heard a song that you could see your self playing a couple more times, and maybe in the context of other songs by the same artist? Well....I just don't see that with a lot of these new songs. I wanna say maybe its an age thing...but...I'm 22. Aren't these songs supposed to be geared towards me? I don't want to blame the artists becasue they're doing what the do. I'm just beginnig to feel more and more comfortable with the blanket statement, "I don't like new music." It's a real shame. I want my mind to be changed, desperately. By the way...there's this creepy billboard on the corner of Palms and Sepulveda...something about having a savings acct...but this guy is wearing a pig nose...think...costume design for the Alice In Wonderlad live action tv show from a few years back....and some guy is putting money in the top of his head...like...in his skull....it really creeps me out.

****UPDATE****

I found a picture of the creepy pig. Apparently it's name is Benjamin Bankes. I hate it. It's so fucking scary.

Lenten Promises

So I went to church yesterday at lunch and listened to the priest talk about repentance and damnation and soul cleansing and stuff. I got all did up with ashes for Christ and felt pretty good about it. Maybe made some commitments too. I promised, before God, our lord Jesus, Father Somethingorother and the pruney old man ashing me up, that not a single drop of alcohol would touch these lips for the next 40 days. I was doing really well to. I didnt have a beer the whole time I was at work...I didn't have one for the 2 minutes I was home....I was pretty proud, I have to say. THEN....my sister came and got me and took me to Barragans..the fine little Mexican Restaurant/Bar in Echo Park. Now....she's older than me, so naturally, she's smarter. She convinced me to slightly alter my commitment to Jesus Christ from "No Alcohol Period Ever for 40 days" to "No Alcohol Ever at home (or outside of a bar) Ever for 40 days." I was at a bar...Margaritas were only $2.00....this sounded like a good idea to me. 4 margaritas and 3 or 4 beers later...I guess maybe it was less of a good idea. So day 1 of lent....I have already fallen off the wagon...very very hard. Now I'm not sure if I should get up and try again, or just accept defeat. I feel guilty...like maybe I'm gonna get struck down now or something...or maybe my grandma will find the phone number to my home...I don't know. Something horrible is probably deffinately going to happen to me though. I think the real lesson here is "Eat more than 1 Ho-Ho before you go out drinking."