I’ve got some fantasies, and they all involve the cheese
Three More, the Third Day…
Tussel kept the pedal to the floor, pushing through resistance. The dusky, snow-blown scenery in his frost-glazed periphery, rushing and slowing as gusting wind pushed against him. Tussel’s car the beleaguered transport toward a what he could not yet name a why for.
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The tree is a huge native holly, from a distance it looks like a magnolia. And as the ice thaws, the birds swarm their favorite party tree, stripping it of fermented berries. They create a ruckus, but not the high, shrill din the hawk’s appearances bring. More like they’re sitting on bar stools, trying to out-cheep each other. Little drunkards.
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In other news (because I feel like it’s too soon for me to post headline of the day, III):
Drunken elk rescued from Swede’s apple tree
…And from what Johansson could gather, this particular animal had been on a day-long bender.
I Thought All Was Lost…
Danny and I were watching a movie this afternoon. I jumped over the back of the couch to retrieve my pillow, turned around and toppled my cocktail over the laptop. The glass broke on the floor, ice cubes laying over my keyboard sitting next to the arm of the couch. Danny rushed the laptop up to the hair-dryer as I mopped up the floor. A few hours ago, after, the laptop would not start up. I was trying to use his netbook and feeling really unhappy about it, it not having all my stuff on it. At worst, I pictured the laptop at the spa the next few days. But just now I thought, “I’ll try it once more.” Here I am! I guess a few more hours drying time made the difference.
TG! TG, almighty!
From 102 to 67…
In 36 hours. Out on the patio, I’m shivering.
Miss Lucy
is becoming Mrs. Lucy today. On Thursday, I helped her get her hen on, in a swanky hotel bar.
I’m immensely honored to be attending her and Ross’s wedding, and the succeeding reception-crawl. I will bring a real camera to that.
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But I have to imagine you’re not dead. Do you have something else in mind?
I was thinking of becoming an alcoholic. Because one of the things I’ve always prided myself in, in these first 59 years of my life, is being a controlled drinker. I think now is the time to throw off the training wheels, and see if maybe in the last decade and a half of my life, I can be an accomplished, functional alcoholic. And that’s starting tonight.What are you drinking?
I’m just drinking some cheap red. Some cheap, Argentinian Malbec. Because it’s one thing to be an alcoholic, it’s another thing to be a bankrupt alcoholic. So you have to drink the cheap stuff.
For 24 hours…
our internet connection, at the house, has been off. It just came back on 20 minutes ago. I’m FULL of shit to share. (Well, sort of full.) I feel like I lost the feeling in both my arms and got it back.
on reading The Atrocity Exhibition in Brighton
«There are one or two other bits and pieces, but together the inventory is an adequate picture of a woman, who could easily be reconstituted from it. In fact, such a list may well be more stimulating than the real thing. Now that sex is becoming more and more a conceptual act, an intellectualization divorced from affect and physiology alike, one has to bear in mind the positive merits of the sexual perversions.»—JG Ballard
More musings on Brighton, Ballard, Quadrophenia, Joy Division, presidential pubic hair, Beachy Head, mods, rockers, cars, crashes, 911, partying, sex & suicide.
Went down the rabbit hole…
…following organ music tonight.
Again, I wish there were an “I’m sorry” category.
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But also, more educated people spend more on alcohol, and praying reduces alcohol consumption.
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I want a huge pint of Guinness. Now. Loved this post.
headline of the day
NM Mayor: I Was Quite Drunk When I Signed Those $1 Million Contracts
headline of the day
Drunk father lets 8-year-old son drive pickup
beer is down
The predominance of beer as Americans’ favorite drink has waned over the past two decades, but that decline was punctuated this year with a five-point drop in mentions of beer, from 41% to 36%. This was driven largely by a 12-point decline among younger adults. Beer’s loss corresponds with slight gains in preferences for wine and liquor, both of which consequently register near their two-decade highs in 2011.
I don’t know what to believe anymore.
(via @fivethirtyeight)
dear clusterflock
Post a photo of your fridge.
5 greatest bar brawls in American history
Favorite subject heading from the piece:
An estimated 25 dead and the “Scottish” play’s reputation further damaged.
the circle of life
Two drunken men from South Jersey were arrested after they climbed into the back of a police van to take pictures of themselves being ‘arrested’.
(thanks, Joel)
Don’t Forget the Motor City Lawndale
I was looking at pictures of Detroit (from my Flickr friend Jan Normandale and from the archives of the Reuther Library at Wayne State University), and now I have to stop looking for a while.
I’ve visited Detroit a couple of times, and in truth there’s a lot I like about it, but I can’t think about it anymore. This afternoon I’m recollecting a blisteringly hot afternoon in Chicago, late July, when I thought to avoid the expressway and take a parallel route down Roosevelt Road to where I was going.
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I got slightly inebriated at a dinner party right after this record came out and kept repeating “All you want to do is be the fire part of fire” and everyone kept asking me what I was muttering about because apparently hanging out in a kitchen and muttering about fire is disconcerting.
The Siege of Fulton Avenue
About fifty teenagers hunkered down for three hours in order to wait out the cops after a noise complaint. It reminds me of my days in Princeton, NJ, only some of my friends had weird parents that didn’t care if we drank as long as we didn’t drive:
It was kind of funny, and then just flat-out frustrating, how later on the papers would chalk up this decision to the considerable wealth of the area (median household income: $110,894), to the fact that these were kids raised by bankers and lawyers, kids with the gumption to know their constitutional rights. Because let’s be honest. Cops busted parties all the time, and this was just what you did: hunkered down, zipped your lips, and after about 30 minutes, the police would be on their way. It was an unwritten rule. A kind of discreet warning from authority to adolescents: Tone it down. Once, a cop had even come inside and played a quick round of beer pong, a drinking game not worth explaining. Another time, the kids videotaped the scene: officers standing around outside, yawning, leaving, the end. The exact scenario had played out in this exact house, as a matter of fact. Four or five times. Why should tonight be any different?
The police response, as the story evolves, becomes kinda weird, IMHO.
Update: The story is from 2005, but it doesn’t make it any less compelling.
Dear Clusterflock
86-ed?
