E.R.

I really wish I watched E.R. Every time I see a preview for a new episode, it looks like it's going to be just about the greatest one hour of television your slightly above-average American could ask for. I've heard from real actual in reality doctors that E.R. is just about the closest thing you get to an actual hospital. CAN YOU ASK FOR MUCH MORE? Plus, there's Jon Stamos and the two cute Doctoresses...the one with the button nose and the Indian one. I wish I knew their names.



Do you see what I mean?

This entry was kind of shallow and I'm really sorry if you feel your time was wasted. Comment if you want to be reimbursed. I will do anything within reason.

Cry With These Words

Tonight, I talked with Chetro/Chad from State Radio/Dispatch for an hour or so and it was awesome. Also, there was good food.

Something more engaging and longer soon? I've just been so tired lately.

Current Listening:
The Hives
Jens Lekman
St. Vincent
The Knife
Mixes
Anything Damon Albarn

Desperately waiting for it to clear up so I can listen to Pearl Jam-Riot Act (my quintessential fall record.)

Give Me Coffee And TV

I keep having dreams I'm carrying on a relationship with the (young) married baker I work with. They're pretty funny.

Did I mention Tokyo Police Club fucking rules?

Given my recent aversion toward all things Morrissey (the fucking cunt,) I really liked this video. It's Radiohead covering "Headmaster Ritual." Fuck the Smiths, this song could just as easily have been a Radiohead outtake circa The Bends.




It's from the webcast they did Friday, which I'm really sad that I missed.
While we're on the subject, I'm not really sure I really really like Radiohead. They're stuck in between the bands that I appreciate and listen to on occasion and the bands that I love. It's a weird kind of void. The Bends is my favorite Radiohead album, and it's the kind of record that would occupy all the time I have to listen to the given band. But it's not the only record of theirs I find myself listening to, but it's the one that I like the most by far. Radiohead are just a really huge deal and I feel like I should be a diehard fan of them, but I'm not. They're really great though, and totally huge, I just wish they were a tad less reluctant.

I would like to say that if I ever express a particularly strong feeling about someone that I know on here, it is usually passing. This comes in response to a recent tiff regarding an entry about a month ago about someone and telephones. This someone finally read it and took a lot of offense to it. I wouldn't call that entry "talking shit," more like complaining about a duty or expressing emotions that had surfaced at that particular moment. This blog is written by me and mostly for me, I just want others to participate, so whatever I say should just be taken lightly...Sorry TC. (big duh.)

Who doesn't love this fucking holdover from 1999!?!?!

Luscious Jackson-Ladyfingers

Friday night, I went to my first Salesianum football game. It was actually an awesome time. Most of the people I was standing with had found out it was my first, so, even though none of them rank among my best friends (aside from three,) they made me feel like I totally belonged. I cheered, acted like an asshole, and was legitimately bummed out about our loss (one fucking point.) Joe is trying to do it all this year! Other than that, I've been reading Atonement and I rented a couple of movies. We just bought two new DVD players and I am psyched. Also psyched for Thanksgiving. Also who cares?

Also, this entry is over.

Yesterdays

Yesterday was Thursday, a day of the week that has developed its own way. What do I mean?

Usually, Thursday morning, I fight my alarm clock. It goes off at five after six (in its own language, but in reality it's 5:45,) I stagger to shut it the fuck up, which it does at the behest of the sleep button. Then, nine minutes later, we do the same thing. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays it ends there. Thursdays, I press the sleep button two-three more times until I turn off my alarm altogether. At around 6:40, my sister comes in and says something along the lines of "Get the fuck up, its 6:40!" Realizing my fault, I jump up and search for clean clothes. I brush my teeth. It's now like, 6:50, and Christian is anxiously waiting in his drop top. He might be late for exchange (!). I pop my head out the front door to let him know everything will be OK, my pointer finger towards my roof indicating I will be out in approximately one minute's time. I run to the back room, where the shoes reside, and grab my bucs, look sadly at my French press, grab my bag and dash out the glass gateway, across the frosted lawn (barefoot) and into his car. I haven't looked in the mirror all morning. I haven't said a word to anyone all morning except a groggy goodbye I love you to sleeping mom.

In the car, I'm unusually silent. It's a lack of caffine. I'm serious! I have a dependance on the black elixir of life and I love it. My mouth just kind of hangs open, thirsty and confrontational. Hopefully NPR is on but sometimes It's hardcore or techno which is fine most days but Thursday is different. Christian and I have awesome, exciting, fun laugh out loud conversations, but not Thursday. Thursday is different. When we get to school, he gets out right away, grabs his bag from the trunk and comes over to my side of the two-seater and knocks. I say "Hey I'm going to sit for one second." Kindly, he offers to let me stay until first period but I decline. I need the shitty, bleach tainted water from the machine in the cafeteria. It's all I have!

We walk in, me untucked and Christian impeccable. We take our time. It's like, 7:10. Thursdays, I take more time at my locker and have use the window of Mr. Cleary's classroom door to tie my tie. Christian waits for me like a good friend. Kindly. I'm ready and we walk downstairs, say hi to the janitor (the blond one with the hat,) into the shit center. The caf. Thursdays, I spend most of my hour+ before school reading and taking a shit. Sometimes I chat it up with Mr. Naccarato if my mind has caught up with the rest of the world.

Classes go by really slowly, especially since I sleep through most of them. It feels like sleep adds another four hours to the school day.

I ride home, in miserable anticipation of work. I can't believe I have to work!

Work goes, like all things on Thursday, slow slow slow slow slow slow slow. Are there more customers on Thursdays?

After work I don't do homework but I read until must see TV. In my PJs. Last night, in my mom's bed where I proceeded to watch 30 Rock and The Office. I fell asleep during the latter, around 9:10. When my mom goes away on trips sometimes, I spend time in her bed. Haha, I miss her then.

Another, more awesome update about how cool Fridays are (until work!) later on. Woop!

Monday Fucking Evening

Aw, i love these two. Carrie Brownstein used to be in Sleater-Kinney. She was the one whose vocals weren't described as fever pitch. Fred Armisen has been the best cast member of SNL since Tina Fey (a.k.a. ain't another woman gonna take yo place my love.) I love Tina Fey. She's hot. Anyway, they have one episode of this internet show I think they're planning to do more of posted. It's called Thunderant.

Anecdotal intermission: My dog, Dillon, has lots of gray in his face so everyone thinks he's older than my other dog, Lucky, who doesn't have gray anywhere, but in reality Lucky is Dillon's senior. I love my two dogs very much and i feel like i don't say that to them or anyone else enough. Hopefully, Dillon will still be fun and curious enough to move with me to the big city in a few years time.

So, speaking of Fred Armisen, he has this really funny satirical instructional drum video out now on Drag City. Here's the trailer:


I love deadpan.
I still haven't applied to any colleges yet.
I think the time change to whatever the fuck it's called (not daylight saving) is so unnatural. I'm so used to the darkness that lingers at six o'clock in the morning. I've come to love it. It eases me into my day. I like to see the sun rise as Christian drives us across state lines, into the godforsaken hellhole that is the first state and the concrete pit that is our school. Now, as soon as I open my eyes, I'm thrown to the wolves of today. That's fucked up. You know what else is fucked up? It's actually 9:32 post meridian right now. But we've told our clocks otherwise.

In other news, I still love being alive but that might change come January. I fucking hate the winter! the only winter days I like are as such: very cloudy and dark all day, no sunlight at all, steady snowfall, not biting cold and absolutely no wind. But it's too early to be complaining about the reflection of mother sunshine's rays off of God's white wrath. So here's what's hot:
1. The Virgin Suicides, a really good book
2. New headphones
3. Stealth
4. Not having interest in the opposite sex or any sex at all for that matter
5. Keeping to myself and loving the company of others

p.s. not that i'm hungry for attention or acceptance, but i do like feedback and want people to leave comments. you dont have to be a blogger member to comment, just do it anonymously. or start a blog yourself and talk shit on my blog and we can have teenage blog wars!

I Don't Love Anyone!

well i do but that's another story. actually, i love a lot of people, but that too is another story.

i'm gonna love this movie once it comes out!


that's all i have for now. first marking period grades are due tomorrow at noon and i have three essays to write for euro still. mr. mcconaghy has declared me his worst homework kid ever. yes!

Halloween was amazing

for no reason in particular, just that i love it. i'm not into the supernatural or the escapist aspects. just the fact that it's there and, despite it being the reason for a whole industry, is still really really pure. it makes me feel good about living. my original idea was to be les stroud (survivorman) but it kind of just warped into "what are you supposed to be?" "holding onto my youth!" i was carrying around a teddy bear and my blanket, wearing a flannel shirt and a green knit wool cap. that's what halloween and my whole life is pretty much about: holding onto youth for as long as my greasy fingers can.








halloweenie!
and let's not forget that episode of dawson's creek where they go over to that haunted island where they killed the witches to make a documentary...

i hope everyone got a good haul...unless you're fucking soulless and didn't go out!

So here's my fantasy...

Okay, this is the life I wish I was leading. Because I know you want to know, right? That's what the internet is for, am I wrong?

I'm a junior in high school again, except it's 1995. I live in a town not unlike Capeside (you know, Dawson's Creek.) Otherwise, things are kind of the same. Most of the people I know are there, they're the people they'd be if it were 1995. Also, I wouldn't be going to an all boys private school in Delaware. Maybe an all boys private school, but in PA, and everyone wears uniform blazers just like the ones in Rushmore. But I'd prefer it if I were at public school. So yeah, fuck the private school idea, I go to the public school in Capeside Square with all my acquaintances, 1995 edition. We all love Weezer, Pavement, Pearl Jam, that dog., grieve over Kurt Cobain, watch My So Called Life and classic Nickelodeon (The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Hey Dude, Salute Your Shorts,) and actually, I have tickets to see Polaris next week at the venue just in town. It's a coffeehouse/record store type place (Mickey's anyone?) that does open mic-nights and shows for touring bands. Homework doesn't exist and all my friends live nearby, so we hang out constantly, playing music in our garages, drinking in fields on the weekends, in our secret spot in the woods with the couch, the ancient car and the busted T.V. set. No one has a computer. Cell phones aren't even for the rich kids. Our football team actually wins, it's taboo and unfashionable to be gay and nobody dies.

And oh yeah, I have a cool on again off again girlfriend who looks exactly like Katie Holmes.

p.s. this evening i carved pumpkins and it was fucking awesome. same goes for tomorrow evening. tuesday evening i'm making pumpkin pie from scratch. everything. just the thought gets me wet...haha. cannot wait to trick or treat, survivorman or pete doherty? absolute youth. i'm not sure how to add music but please listen to polaris-waiting for october. adios.

Friday, 10/26 2007, Hating it

Mimi and I started writing songs again as T.V. Dinner. It is a rock band. It is better than your band, that band and all metalcore. But it's not as good as Wire or Green Day...hope to get there by next week. Shows soon, too. Hopefully with this fucker!

I saw the Darjeeling Limited tonight. Different than I thought it would be but just as great as I had hoped. Mmm, character development...Adrien Brody was awesome and i love his nose.

Taylor hates me and wants her pottery back. I guess it's over for good. I feel kind of weird about the whole thing...I tried to take it slow (the break up), keep it clean. Now, it's a fucking mess smeared with guilt, dis-fulfillment, scents forever lost in the dunes of emotion. Wow, deep.

Are you thirsty? Get a glass of water.

Guerrilla recycling initiative, can you say yeah? Trash bags next week.

Darjeeling Limited was just what I needed.

After this, I'm going back to looking at pictures I wish I was in, from a life that I hope one day to play a huge part. You know who I mean.

Seeya, drive safe. There are wet leaves on the ground!

Yours,
Joe

Get Yr Strings Away

I will not be tied down. Right now, it's about building friendly relationships. The last thing I want to do is live out the rest of my senior year, the last year I have with my true friends (the few from sallies, the several from KHS (a.k.a. paradiso)), naively attached to some girl I'm convinced I'm in love with. I have better things to do like daydream about Belle and Sebastian lyrics and album covers, doodle, read, drive around with people I love, eat ice cream, save my motherfucking money, work my job which is like a second family, obsess over music, try and start a band that is the opposite of shitty Myself My Fucking Enemy, watch late-90s teen movies and television (She's All That, Dawson's Creek, Sabrina the Teenage Witch,) read the fucking paper, meet new youthful celibate females, have engaging conversations with people like Mimi Dunna Kelly Robert, listen to wonderful new bands...these things are more beautiful than any girl who will put my weird dick into her pretty mouth. Ugh.

I'm done with women. For now.

Wow

I saw Spoon tonight. It was pretty perfect on a few levels, though I wish they had played less from Gimme Fiction, an album I'm not that familiar with (that's not to say it's bad, I just never got into it.) Britt Daniel and crew are awesome-everything between Britt, Jim Eno, Rob Pope and Eric Harvey clicks. It seems like their only function is to be a good band. Each one of their records is flawless. Their live show is tighter than a virgin. They look cool, they're not too young, they dress sharp, their album covers are neat as fuck, their lyrics are mysterious and hard to understand... Fucking cool. They function as a true group should. During songs, they talk to each other, about what I don't know, nod in agreement, harmonize, play instruments. Whatever. I'm just really glad I saw them, over the last year they've fought their way into my top five favorite bands. Actually there's lots of newcomers there, so that's a perfect segue:

Desert Island Top Five Favorite Bands
1. Pearl Jam
2. Against Me!
3. Interpol
4. Spoon
5. Blur

neat.
in other news, fuck metalcore.

Fucking Thursday

This week has been too long. Everything has been way too long lately. I'm ever pulling myself out of pits. Deep and dark ones that drip water and eventually drive you insane.

So there's this girl and for some reason I can only talk to her five minutes at a time every two or so days. I used to talk to her daily, fucking HOURLY. Now it's like, I don't know. That's just the last voice I feel like hearing. I feel bad because she's always expecting a call from me and is always excited when I finally do, then I just have to fucking hang up.

I just hang up with her and my eyes are just bulging. I don't even understand it, these are completely involuntary reactions. Psychologically, her voice to me is an irritating, depressed whine not unlike that of a divorced mother of two graduates surrounded by cats. Imagine that.

So those pits are this funk, this heavy fog that is hanging over me. Funny enough, it's been really foggy around here lately. Some of my few solaces are in reading historical shit, hanging out at work and getting driven around by my friend Frank.

And thank the Lord, THE DARJEELING LIMITED OPENS IN PHILADELPHIA TOMORROW, OCTOBER 12, 2007 A.D. AND I AM GOING TO SEE IT SUNDAY AT THE RITZ EAST ON SECOND STREET BETWEEN WALNUT AND CHESTNUT. Oh. BOY.

p.s. in rainbows rocks.

Oh the Sunday sleep

Looking forward to bed after a long soulsucking weekend.

One moment that sticks out happened yesterday afternoon at the luncheon. Mrs. Boxler looked ill and her age. She just took my hand and told me that she loved my name, that she thought it was strong.

Anyway. I never thought I'd be running out of a three day weekend to the the finish-line at my desk in A.P. Euro.

Let's get cultural. I really like Tokyo Police Club. They get some undeserved and unnecessary comparisons to the Strokes. TPC, though, have these senses of paranoia and youthfulness unhindered by coke-addled tours with British counterparts (the Kooks? anyone?).
Here's their video:


What's Hot:
Post-punk
Viruses on my computer thanks to a fake Darjeeling Limited torrent
Wes Anderson (and anything else to distract)
Maybe picking up my guitar again
Finding it impossible to develop a soundtrack to the last five days.

Items

Tonight felt unreal. I hate it. I hate seeing good people so outside of themselves
I got my haircut. I like it. That's all I have going for me until Sunday afternoon. :\

This Blog has Been Ressurected and will Shine in New Light

Popular Culture of Note:
Radiohead is releasing a new album, In Rainbows, next Wednesday. I really hope you already knew that.

The Darjeeling Limited, that new Wes Anderson movie I'm fucking dying to see, is more like The Darjeeling Limited Motherfucking Release. According to Fandango, Movietickets.com et al., it's not playing anywhere within 40 miles of Philadelphia. Deeply saddening and now I'm stuck with the 12 minute teaser/prequel/bit of genius.

Plenty of shows in Philadelphia to look forward to and, hot damn!, they're mostly on weekends. Spoon (10/19,) The Go! Team (1o/26,) the Thermals (11/2,) Against Me! (11/16) etc.

Personally:
Someone great is gone and I have never felt so different before. And I'm overeating.
School sucks.
I'm doing this for lack of ambition to write for the fascist school paper.

Hot List:
Daft Punk
Pearl Jam-Riot Act
Radiohead-Hail to the Thief
the New York Times
Rushmore
the Children of Men (novel)
New books?
looking ahead
School Dances.

leaving

im leaving here for a week to go to mexico-my dad's little adventure. nothing luxurious...i'll probably drink the water because taylor won't be there to remind me not to.

taylor is important to me, taylor is the possible way of the future. or i could forget about her in a year-its two extremes, but we like to pretend it's the former. she's afraid of funny things but i like that. she's really effortless for the most part, especially the way she talks. everything actually. we're mutually cultural, but different facets. we're fine with doing nothing at all and shit's never awkward no matter how quiet (this is important.) we don't need to converse (literally or in the new agey- sense), we can just sit. and it'd be fine. we could sit for the rest of our lives on the red couch to the immediate left of me and it's be fine.



so there's a blur video and my two cents on taylor...cos i told her it'd be there.

see you in a week
(if i am to die, like usual, all my possessions are up for grabs)

i hate steely dan so i guess you could say pretzel logic was the worst thing i heard all year even though it came out 30+ years ago...sorry, yacht rock was a new thing for me.

i still hate progressive rock. stuff i really learned to hate this year though was sufjan stevens (a voice like joni mitchell, "chamber pop" only works for belle and sebastian, never will complete "50 states" or be as prolific as robert pollard), the raconteurs (three good songs does not make for a good album, huge dissapointment), pitchfork, spin, anyhing mike mazella likes alot, swan lake, wolf parade, hardcore, metalcore, metal, most screaming, and rolling stone. stuff i learned to love include popular hip hop, italian girl, slate magazine, regina spektor's begin to hope, and the hold steady. more later.

spektor

i got the new regina spektor album for christmas. regina spektor>cat power. i'm kind of surprised no one really compares the two. i don't even know if they're all that similar. chanteuses i guess.

begin to hope is good-it's really cute...her accent gets annoying sometimes and i don't know if it's as good as soviet kitsch, but it's good and it's cute.

no one probably cares about this at all and i appreciate that. i really want a leica camera! they're mad nice.

merry christmas, here's my dick in a box: