I have been living back on the correct into the country for almost eight years now. Why have I not spent more of that time in New York?
Having a lovely time.
Glad to have old friends who have grown up but haven’t gotten old and boring.
Completely appalled at $13 bridge tolls.
Still loving Jersey diners.
Going to bed now.
…or this year, at least.
Once in a while I make exactly the right choice. This was one of those times. What a great weekend! Had a quite lovely time visiting old friends Dan, Lori, and New York–none of whom I’ve seen enough of in recent years. Pictures and other such things to follow, but probably not until after I get some sleep and get through a really brutal four days at work.
Completely unrelated: Anyone who’s paying attention knows I’m not wild about hot weather. But I’m also starting to get a little alarmed that it’s well into May and I’m still tempted to turn on the heat because it’s only 60F in my living room.
I wonder if this stuff is worth anything…
Art Brut
Direct Hit (2013)
I really rather like this…
Andréa Lindsay et Luc De Larochellière
Le problème avec toi (2012)
I really like this too.
Be forewarned that there will be several music posts in a row over the next few days. I like lots of stuff this week and have precious little interesting stuff to say.
Cayucas
High School Lover (2013)
Your basic LA hipster pop but it’s catchy as all gitout.
The biggest barrier I’ve had to cross in my parents’ house has been getting it restored to my own standard of cleanliness and order. It may shock anyone who’s known me for a long time to learn that I’ve become something of a neat freak the past few years–a rather neat and tidy housekeeper. I have some thoughts about the psychological basis as to how and when this drastic shift occurred, most of which have to do with my need to find some aspect of my life over which I could have complete control at a time when I felt like I was starting to lose it, but I’ll skip all that for now and say that it’s been hard getting the house to that point but I’m beginning to see the light.
There’s still a fair amount of stuff I need to get rid of here before I start moving some of my own stuff in, but I’m spending three or four nights a week here now and it’s not altogether uncomfortable. I’m seeing less of my dad lying on the floor back in January or my mom being completely paranoid and hysterical the year before, and more of where my books and toys and things might look good. Getting my own furniture in here will be a big help but that will probably have to wait until I sell my current house.
After the jump, see where I am so far.
Louis-Jean Cormier
Tout le monde en même temps (2012)
Thoughts for a Sunday night spent with yet another “dark Canadian drama” recommended by Netflix:
Dorval
On a créé un monstre (2011)