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I sent Ryan at Pitchfork a correction letter.

Here it is:
...from the Sevens Travels review...

"But problems even crop up on the album's highlight,
"Always Coming Back Home to You". Slug opens the track
people-watching, but loses control of the narrative when a nervous
kid ditches a gun with him, and he jumps, from out of nowhere, to
"the clouds ran away, opened up the sky/ And one by one, I
watched every constellation die." It doesn't help that he takes
the song out singing like a stunted Everlast."
--Rollie Pemberton

Attention Rollie Pemberton:
"Always Coming Back Home to You" is about Slug's son or so
I would wager. Your lineage of Slug's rhymes being about girls would
make sense (and do to a point) if in fact you researched your stuff
long enough (hell maybe even ditched the promo cd and looked at the
insert of the actual CD, which has a picture of, guess who? next to
that title track), you'd know that the kid to the gun to the
"Everlast" reference may, in fact, be more of a fatherly
reference/thought process track (he seems to trace his life with a
certain locale to the one his son may in fact take, or one similar in
the "journey-ing" aspect) over a lost/lovesick/Chris
Carraba "King of the Self Important Youth" thing you
referenced.

In case you didn't know...



There's a link to the full review...

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/a/atmosphere/sevens-travels.shtml

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"JUST FRIENDS...just friends, you know you are in trouble when the word 'just' appears in front of the word friends...cause automatically it implies a negotiation is happening, friends is like a state of being, theres a row, there are houses, people are friends, and you put just in front of it and it suggests the inbalance..."
You know why I wrote that.


Date: the day after that post on the bottom (I really don't know)
Climate: starting to snow
Drinking: more tea
Eating: my bottom lip, chewing thoughtfully rather
Feeling: Plath (getting better)
Listening to: Kill Hannah, the song///better than their new stuff, i'll agree with this--
Watching: cars drive by
Reading: more bookclub: White Noise by Delillo

A new day...
my scores on my practice LSATS as administered by Kaplan are going up...

Other than that, today was a good day...finished writing the Kill Hannah piece and am sending it to editors later on this week:
Went down to Michigan avenue to study, ran into a guy I know from like a lifetime ago, Chicago is such a small city...
But other than that, the snow is beginning to fall lightly...soon it will cover the place. Still getting over my illness and hospitalization earlier this week, a little shaken but not too stirred.

I'm just listening to TAL on the web and remembering that, well, Ira Glass smiled at me such a short while ago...
And that, people, that is what keeps me going. He's over forty.
I'm twentytwo--in like three years he's going to be fifty and i'll still just be twenty five...as I explained it to Jewlie, its like two quarters (him) and you take one away (me) and that, well, why is that the best imagery for me to see how wrong my fascination is?

so sad yet so true.

"holding a certain emotional distance...and thats the thing that gets to you, its not the big picture, the no we're not togehter, no we have no future togehter, its the little picture, the you won't meet my eyes anymore...and who, who has not played both parts, in this drama? Who hasn' t been the person in this picture at one point or another? "

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oh yeah.

my finger is still split.
damnit.

the ER Doctor at Rush pummelled saline solution at it. It still bleeds intermittently.
I get it wet now though, showering with my left hand out the curtain got old real fast.

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"THE ANNOYING GAP BETWEEN THEORY AND PRACTICE"

November 7 2003
Climate: cold, colder...
Drinking: lots of herbal teas
Eating: nothing
Feeling: Sartre
Listening to: Marketplace turn into This American Life
Watching: the clock go by
Reading: "My profile" (so personal) via Kaplan online services, and The Bell Jar- again.

I have been volunteering at WBEZ for the last three weeks. I even applied for a data entry position
But I really don't feel qualified, and they would be silly to hire me, but I try to apply for one job a day so this was the job, today.
And yet, still relatively unemployed.
But my point is, yesterday as I was standing in the little lobby area, the elevator opened, and, well, there he was. He walked out wearing like a plaid scarf and he was holding some soup.

And he smiled.
And said "hi"
I think he was personally kinda smitten with me*
Or so I think at times to keep me going...

Oh Ira Glass, it was like a dream come true.
He's quite fetching...my breath like caught in my throat, no joke!
I have never gotten this way with a random celebrity, but I mean, its Ira Glass.
And thats something that, whereas other girls my age may enjoy the Colin Farrells or the Brad Pitts or the Johnny Depps, I go for the nerdy forty something radio heads...
Hes bigger in person, but thats just the whole radio=deceit=little voice thing again.

It, its//its pathetic.

More anon.

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Date: Whatever Blogger says
Climate: Turning to winter
Drinking: Orange pineapple juice
Eating: the remnants of spilled Reduced Fat Cheez-it crackers
Feeling: strangelyfine
Listening to: NPR
Watching: Season 3; Sex and the City DVD
Reading: LSAT homestudy book and HTML (haha, bold translates to "strong")

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Since my last post, I have moved into yet another residence, this time for more than three months I hope....1016 West Oakley, off of Taylor Street. The guy at the Uhaul place, Angel ( who my best friend assures me must do drugs since anyone who is half Latin/half black and has the liberty to "hook me up" at a place like the Wrigleyville Uhaul, and is also named Angel, must also do drugs), I got a new Uhaul for the entire day for 25 bucks. It was the best move i've had in the last two years: I didn't fall/cut/cry or break (much of) anything.
Now, I live with Bob Kessler, a very cool guy, in fact, we have alot in common. He is a reporter/producer/anchor for WGN radio...you can hear him on Sundays from 2-9pm or something and through the week on occassion...anyway, its nice to have my own space, and plus, the place is decorated impeccably: the landlord lives below us and is an artist: his stuff is everywhere and he even owns an art gallery in Wicker Park...I am smitten with the place. And being away from the Northside (in the gheto southside as my coworkers at the Meinl refer to it as) is refreshing. No more crazy parking and raucous frat boy antics. Parking takes at most two minutes as opposed to two hours...Indeed.
But other than that, things are basically the same.

But since its been awhile since my last post, I figured i'd give you kids a little more to chew on...and with that:
I cut my finger on a knife cutting Feta cheese tonight, and it bled for two hours, and through ten band aids, no joke. Considering I live within blocks of the medical district, I actually considered going over there, but self medicating is so much more fun. Ha. Now its kinda blue and numb but I am pinching the top every few minutes to make sure I still have feeling. Hold on, let me do it now: yup, still there.

ps) Halloween was a bust. Once again, I wasn't able to dress up as ET. Damnit!

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