I’m obsessively listening to the new Akron/Family mini album, Meek Warrior. And you know how much ak-ak’ing i like doing. A guy’s gotta follow the muse however she disguises herself. More warriors will be marching…

theres a horsefly beating itself against my window pane, buzzing, screaming, swirling, falling, stopping then starting all over again. the refrigerator hums, the faucet drips, my fingers on the keyboard provide an erratic beat. i wore the brown shoes today, but they dont smell so much anymore. they are over there. tonight is something, maybe some chicken or a bowl of chilli followed by a brownie. or two. why not, right? and now theres laughing on the sidewalk and im all of a sudden in a jealous rage. they fade out, and i wonder if maybe when they stop laughing one of them will do the “ohhhh, hmph” that leads into an awkward silence with hands in pockets and heads pointed to the sidewalk and i’m not so jealous anymore. i did nothing today and ill never get it back. i should redeem it by doing some laundry, or reading a chapter or two or finally getting around to that one thing. but i wont. john david mcnaughtan was the name of my best friend in kindergarten, and he got cancer and died.

hey, theres news about THIS, from your favorite scarecrow screaming music monster lover lord. my name is impatience.

This morning my window was a time machine, and from it I witnessed the change of seasons. I seem to have this experience at the waning of each summer, when the sunlight starts getting lazy and then one day decides to trade in its straight standing blasting high contrast white light with a lackadaisically leaning warm orange glow. The air begins to lift and cool and this familiar yet ephemeral feeling makes a homecoming entry and memories come flooding back. Its like the years fold over on themselves and crease on this very moment, year after year, and i notice it every time around.

If we go forward in the time machine we will see that very soon that the day will come when the evil axis powers of heat and humidity will surrender to the good guys and the victory of fall will be celebrated by the alliance of soft light and shaking leaves in gentle breezes. It happens every time around.

This is great, and not simply because it includes a toboggan wearing fellow who plays the banjo whilst sitting on the rim of a man-trough in a dirty old public bathroom, but because its Califone. We love Califone.

You should, too. DONT LET ME DIE NERVOUS

joe was able to draw with a pencil, paper, mirror and then scan it in. all i have is my laptop trackpad and the pencil tool in photoshop.