logan"s back.

I picked up logan tonight and we went for a walk when we got to brockport. I was paranoid and logan was loud and using his outside voice. we came back to make buttons and listen to music.

neighbor's hops

I think that my neighbors are growing hops to brew beer with. they are all over my side of the fence and jason was with me and saw them, asking if they were hops. wikipedia showed a picture that looked exactly like what was outside. anyway, i'm getting fucked up and should post before I lose the ability to do so.

regular "a" blog

let's see, my guts are eft, which limits the amount of liquor I can drink, but not beer. re-upped the hippy lettuce, hung out with urinymous busch this weekend (these 2 go together). there's a new pic of the matt-o-taur in his angel blowing gear. and also a pic of what happens to my hair when I ride my bike. notice the darker clumps that are clearly soaked in sweat. I'm downloading some al di meola for good jazz, and some vision divine in an effort to keep up with the rhapsody of fire boys and their side projects (all of which sound like rhapsody). I was trying very hard to do some tracking in the "studio" this weekend, but came up with nothing. my studio is accessable by turning my chair slightly and moving the keyboard. now, I think I will go get some shite take-out food, turn on a torrented movie, and try to do some more tracks after lunch.

the b in b-town stands for beer

all of b-town was in an uproar last night while arkron and myself peacefully jammed some blues and had a few beers. we both made some progress and called it a night. upon leaving my house this morning, I could see that all those college people who I saw partying yesterday had made a gigantic mess all over everywhere. empty beer containers aplenty and the laundrymat was totally fucked. there was even a beer can on the windowsill of the town courthouse.