Friday, July 10, 2009

When I get to the promised land I'm gonna shake the eye's hand

A few observations drawn from the past few days and months:

1) Dead bodies are very cold.

2) This economy sucks.

3) I hate myself most of all.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Try so hard to make it through the summer without breaking a sweat

I suddenly feel so much like Montreal, 2002. Not at all like September, 2005. Well maybe a little.

Revisions and gaps in history, etc.

If anyone needs me, I'll be up North burying the elder stateswoman of the Chapman clan.

Here, for no particular reason, is a fish I caught. Poor bastard. I threw him back:



And, just because:

Monday, June 22, 2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Josh's List of Useful Phrases

A collection of my favorite pithy sayings:

“To death!” -- Said as a toast

“Look at him, he's wearing a belt. That's Hollywood for ya.” -- An expression of contempt for unbelievable scenes in television and movies. Also, reflects the self-loathing of those us who can never meet the expectations of others.

“Feeling stupid? I know I am!” -- Usually said before someone does something stupid. An invitation to join in on the fun.

“Mistakes were made.” -- An observation delivered upon the behavior and choices of others. Can be applied in a motivational sense. A general reflection of the last ten years of my life.

“Just a bit outside!” -- A gentle way to let someone know that what they just said was highly inappropriate. Used liberally in conversations regarding who you would have sex with.

“Dynamite drop-in _________. Those years of broadcast school are really paying off.” -- Said to someone who tells a boring story or says something incredibly stupid at a party.

“We tried nothin' and we're all outta ideas.” -- Said during honest moments of self-reflection.

“Aim low kids. Aim so low no one will even care if you succeed.” -- Follow this helpful bit of advice and you will never be disappointed.

“Prove me wrong kids.” -- Usually added after a brutally truthful remark on the human condition.

“If a stranger offers you a ride, I say take it.” -- Good advice to give to a friend.

“Blow it all on hats.” -- Sound financial advice.

"To alcohol! The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems." -- Another fine toast.

“Gambling is the finest thing a person can do, IF he's good at it.” -- Truer words were never spoken.

“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.” -- Applies when you're having too much fun.

“Yeah, I could do a lot of things...IF I had some money.” -- A witty rejoinder to well-meaning useless advice.

"He reminds me of me before the weight of the world crushed my spirit." -- Please don't ever forget that you are NOT that special.

Some bonus words to live by:

"All right, you ragtag bunch of misfits! You hate me, and I hate you even more! But without my beloved ringers, you're all I've got. So I want you to remember some inspiring words that someone else might have said to you in the course of your lives, and go out there and WIN!"

Remember, never tempt fate:

"There's no way I can lose this bet. Unless, of course, my nine all-stars fall victim to nine separate misfortunes and are unable to play tomorrow. But that will never happen! Three misfortunes, that's possible. Seven misfortunes, there's an outside chance. But nine misfortunes? I'd like to see that!"

*Please feel free to add you own.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

liberation teleology

By the sweat of thy brow thou shalt earn thy bread:

Grand Lake at sunset:

Heavenly beauty, wish you were here, surely there must be some point to all of this, etc., etc.:

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Take him to Detroit!

Here are some pictures from the May Day party at the Bohemian National Home in Detroit. Thrity bands in two nights. My ears won't stop ringing. It was a crazy fun time.




Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Until you spread your wings, you’ll have no idea how far you can walk

I don’t have much to say these days. I’m too tired from working to bother with thinking. And for that, I thank the fucking maker. In brief: I’m very happy to be back home. Things have truly come full circle and I find myself back in the “Fuhrer Bunker.” Most of the time, I’m left wondering why I ever left Michigan in the first place. Oh yeah, right, THAT whole thing. Whatever. As I like to say, I burned that bridge when I got to it. Anyway, the winters here suck and everyone talks shit about Detroit, but I feel like Dorothy in Kansas right now. I’ve been east and west, north and south, and there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be than right here. All the old dreams are gone. It is time to make some new ones.