The next order of business in a world with limits is finding the cords needed to connect the KORG DW-6000 to my computer.  Maybe I could go to RADIOSHACK.  Yes, RADIOSHACK.  What a sham.

   I hit up the neighborhood bar last night.  I met a character, the epitome of a character, by the name of "Ray."  He apparently has a fat (phat?) severance package from Pfizer and has decided to drink the rest of his life away.   The guy spoke Latin, had a full mustache, bought us two rounds of drinks (Jager), and entertained the hell out of me.  I have never shaken hands with someone so many times in less than an hour, I was basically holding Ray's hand for emotional support for the duration of the night.  He shared words of wisdom with us before we parted ways and promised to come to our first musical gig.

   As aside, Bruce Springsteen was brought up at the bar and I expressed my hatred for the man's music.  Springsteen?  The Boss?  He is just a hack.  There is no absence of malice in the prior statement. A hack.  Anyway, another patron (there were six people max in this place) dropped a bomb and raided the conversation by saying.  "The River."  He said it with thunderous assertiveness and solidified his place in the social discourse.  Well done, well done.  He went from depressed, hunched over his beer, morose expression guy to social butterfly with those two words.  I still have to give the song a listen because in the opinion of that guy it might be one of the best songs ever written.

Jim Jones is fucking ill and I'm not talking about Jonestown.  I don't listen to hip-hop that much anymore but there is something so over-the-top about his personality.  Nothing exceeds like excess.

Comte de Lautréamont - "Sleep is a reward for some, a punishment for others. For all, it is a sanction."

   Bad move by moving backwards.  I think I made a huge mistake.

   Julia Stiles... East Village resident.  On a side note, after searching for her on the internet I found this.

   Someone opened the door for me a year ago and I walked through it and slammed it in his face.  Not on purpose but because I was sucked into a scene, jaded, and disillusioned.  It was a fun ride and I gained a wealth of knowledge but I wasted a lot of time as well.  I got out without losing my mind.  Now, I have passed the torch on and the dominos fall in place again.  The real villains are the ones who have always been there.  One thing is certain; I'm probably never going to listen to MGMT unless I'm a victim to circumstance.  Kids find the Time to Pretend and the rest is just an Electric Feel because The Youth is starting to change which means the sophomore album isn't going to be so good.

   ^^^The above was a vague anecdote about my time at Lehman Brothers.^^^

   I just want to know the answer to the first question.

   So... "Missing Cleveland" has been stuck in my head all day today.

   I'm trying to get these resolutions in early...  Nah what I mean?  Jesus H. Christ.

   Now... Let's get down to business.

   Be on the lookout for Weebus, Bed Heads, and Mirth Misers.

   I also said have the advance copy of Scott Weiland's new solo project in my hands.  My first impressions are a mixed bag but I think the album has the potential to grow not fade.

... No I have never been to Thailand.