I saw the Horse last night - the one band that I needed to see before I died. It was a very low-key show, starting with Neil's newest "Greendale," a 10-song cycle, that took nearly two hours. It wasn't thunderous Crazy Horse material but that man can still write a beautiful song and his often hokey, often humorous, often prosaic storyline (replete with actors, props, and spotlights) kept even the beerheads entertained. It was a good show. I wanted the EXPLOSION!!! that is Crazy Horse but instead I got long-winded, beautifully played country-tinged rock. Not a bad deal at all. Went with Sarah, Chris, and the parents. Liz and Donny and Julie W. were in the balcony somehwere, hopefully lauding, as I was, Neil's audacious attack on Clear Channel and the Stalinistic Patriot Act.

Had another birthday. (Yawn.) I'm 26. Feel spacey, flat, scrambled. I've been at a three-day seminar to improve my teaching skills. Right now, I have no teaching skills. I'm sure I'm learning some worthwhile things, though. :)

Ahhh...Took off to Balitimore with Jackass Adam for a few days last week. He bought me Cubs tickets for my birthday (and I still call him a jackass) in Camden Yards, so we went on our now yearly jaunt towards the East, where we saw a great, vintage -looking park, a drove of bums, the backs of our eyes in a $126 dollar a night hotel room (that didnt even have the nekked channel nor free parking), and the grave of author and troubled soul Edgar Allen Poe. (With one application of Spiffy, you'll think the body is still warm.) I was troubled by two things on this trip. 1. I thought the grave was that of David Allen Coe. And 2. I didnt do one thing to annoy Adam, at least in the practical joke department. Am I slipping?

Well, Bo (with whom I'm going NORTH to see the HORSE again tomorrow) and Kerri are getting married Saturday and the whole Purdue gang is meeting in Peoria. I'll have plenty of chances to regain my former glory. With age comes maturity, and a bigger budget to buy hotdogs and roaches.

Reading: Lovecraft, Absalom, Absalom! I made it last night in a dream of strange cities.
Hearing: It is now the witching hour. Get the new Radiohead.

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