Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Right!  Less exposition, more rock.

For starters, this is my room.  It’s tiny.

In order to get even this much in the frame, I had to stand in the closet.  It’s THAT small.  I’ve been living in dorms for most of the last two years, though, so I’m kind of used to it.  At least this has carpet.  Oh, and a nice view.

I’ll be moving my stuff in tomorrow, with the help of my friend John.  I’ll also take a few pictures of the surrounding neighborhood, which I haven’t quite passed judgment on yet.  It treads the line between sketchy and classy.  If I turn right off of my small street, I soon pass boarded-over houses and a mechanic’s lot full of junked cars before coming to the Orange Line.  If I turn left, I pass a medical research center and an upscale bar & grill before hitting the Green Line.  I turn left a lot.

I’ve picked up a CharlieCard for the T already.  Given how easy it turned out to be to get one (“Hi, how do I go about getting a CharlieCard?”  “How much do you want to put on it for now?”  “Uh, ten dollars.”  “Here you go.”  “Oh.”) I’m not sure why I didn’t get one years ago.  Still, the act of getting it felt good, as if I’d received a small badge that said Hello, I know what I’m doing.

Today’s song:  Jumping to the opposite end of the spectrum from yesterday, this one’s about NOT wanting to live somewhere.  I share frontman David Byrne’s sentiments – yes, the country’s nice, but it’s not the place for me.  Not at this point in my life, anyway.  Who knows, though, maybe someday I’ll want a lawn to tell kids to get off of.

Today's thing:  I don't know if you can really call this a song, since it's a whopping 37 seconds, but it's a thing and I made it so that counts as my daily creating stuff.  It's all electronic except for the recorded guitar, but that's pretty easy to tell.

That’s it for now.  More tomorrow.


  1. "i turn left a lot" basically summed up this post for me.

  2. I like your song. Call it "37 Seconds".