I’m really liking Of Montreal lately. They’re playing in New York close to my birthday weekend — that might be an idea. I do plan on spending the entire weekend in the city, maybe even an extended weekend, even if I have to go back and forth on the train. There are things I’d like to do.
Also, I’m getting antsy for the autumn. Summer has over extended it’s welcome with a muggy day in the middle of September. I will go to Walgreens soon and hope they have Mellowcreme Pumpkins out and I can pretend it’s a brisk, autumn day as I sweat walking back home.
Britt sent me a text to tell me someone proposed to his girlfriend at the Chief’s game. The only truly romantic proposal I witnessed was at Grand Central Terminal New York when the clock in the main terminal struck midnight and a man got down on his knees and proposed to his girlfriend in front of an unexpected, drunken crowd. They (the man and woman) were drunk themselves, but I hope they remember exactly how romantic it really was. I wish someone hadn’t already taken that idea, because it really is perfect, more perfect than you see in the movies. They boarded the train afterward, in the seat across from me, and held each other and laughed and then fell asleep.
I started reading Goodbye 20th Century: A Biography of Sonic Youth by David Browne. I don’t know why I like reading about them so much. I also got a hold of Robert Louis Stevenson’s collection of stories called The Suicide Club, which I’m particularly looking forward to reading.
Anyway, anyway.