the songs called “let the beat build”

and the video was shot in one take, live.

<b>blogging from iPhone</b>

step two: listen to lou reed’s “perfect day”

step three: think about how lou had a great career with the velvet underground and wrote and sang all those classic VU tunes, then think about his even more successful solo career. songs like “walk on the wild side”, “satellite of love” and this one “perfect day” – all three which came off his solo record “transformer” (which also has the great tune “vicious”) which was produced by david bowie and mick ronson of the spiders of mars.

step four: enjoy the VP Team’s cover of “perfect day”

step five: try not to have an awesome weekend.

a LOT.

because this is my second purchase of such a device in less than 5 months,

i think im going to invest $5 in an app like “Undercover”

because something tells me this wont be the last time this happens.

good thing i dont have any kids

even though hes hollywood tony this weekend

sorry i didnt call you back last night. i ended up getting into an emotional phone call with another and it upset me a great deal.

sometimes i hear myself and i think thats not me. sometimes i see myself and i say who the heck is that ugly fool?

and after awhile i just assume oh i guess thats me now. no longer the high school football star. no longer the marching band stud. no more the afroed college skateboarding poetry dude who is in the paper twice every day.

but then something will happen and i will get a glimpse of myself in the mirror and im all hey i know you! and im back.

last night someone else was talking on my end of the line and on the other end of the line. it wasnt pretty. also my sushi was aging on my tv tray. also Lost was being tivoed. also dogs were barking outside my mirror.

and also you were trying to call me. and i was there but not really.

i was somewhere else. not sure where.

maybe a few stories above me looking down on whoever was on the phone being all mean and ornery. needless to say you didnt wanna have to talk to me after that call. and probably not today neither.

what should happen is this, you should come out here on saturday afternoon and we go to the beach and drink 40s and eat some fish tacos and then take in a club show in silver lake.

then you should head into the desert and take in coachella.

the one bright spot of yesterday was actually two-fold. first my maid came while i was working, so it was nice to come to a clean home. also she cooked me dinner and for the first time ever didnt leave it on the dining room table, but put it in the fridge: progress!

the other thing that made me smile was Lost was about Miles who is now my favorite on that show.

to thank obama for cutting their taxes

disney however would have argued that taxes help us stay free.

h/t janine

i am not a good choice

i am mean and dumb, im fat around the belly, and lazy in the soul.
my heart is black, my opinions are fixed, my head is hard.
i will lie in my blog, i will exaggerate on my site,
i will create photo essays that will make you cry on varied levels.

if you leave me for another, that other better beat me at everything
because i do see it as a competition, because to me everything is a competition
and because i have issues with my chicago cubs, it is my job to win at everything else

because im a blogger everything will end up here in some twisted way that will make me look like the victim/hero/loveable one, and most others will be painted with an unfair and miserable brush.

i will live alone and be bitter. eventually i will burn in hell. my grave will be vandalized and used as a commode for the homeless and the wise.

but while i am alive i will do evil to the sweetest folks, i will betray your trust, and i will mock your choices.

im not much to look at, im boring to be around, im not well read, im unedjumacated where it matters, and you will be left unsatisfied on every level of our romance.

i will not cook, i will not clean, i will not offer to help.

i can turn anything into a mess at the drop of a hat, i will find wrong in anything, i will be quick to use the bible against you as well as rock lyrics.

i will compare you to women in my past, to your face, i will argue in stupid circles, i will bring up the worst examples to try to prove my point.

ultimately all i want to do is sit on my couch and hold your hand and wait for you to please me by ordering chinese in high heels and a cowboy hat.

my secret dream is to have a top hat and a monocle and a kegorator and for you to perfect the lost art of making deep dish pizza because oh yes i am also so very cheap.

and yet still better than that mess thats on top of you currently.