well, i certainly wasn't lying when i said my blog would resume it's regularly unscheduled, sporadic updates, was i?
what has happened (we'll go in reverse chronological order):
remember when i was doing the clean food challenge last month and i broke my french press? i broke another french press tonight. i don't know. it's like the fates do not want me to drink coffee towards the end of the month. i am going to hold off on buying a new one until i can find one that is not made of such terrible glass (in related news, i am taking suggestions for brands that are good. the past two have been bodum's brazil models, so i am not necessarily wanting to buy another bodum, unless someone can attest to their durability [which i cannot do; tonight, a SPOON slid into the french press in the sink and broke it. i don't even know how that's possible]).
all this week, i have been dreadfully tired starting at around five until i go to bed (usually around ten). i don't know why. last night this was accompanied with a terrific headache that has lasted all day today and is still plaguing me. i don't know what is wrong with me (sidenote: this is a general theme in my life right now).
work is going well.
the weather has been really nice. it was wicked hot last week, but this week it has been in the mid-high seventies to low eighties, and it's been gorgeous.
traffic has been terrible. i've almost been hit at least three times this summer, which is way more than most summers. there is basically only ever one season when people don't drive like complete jerks in maine (autumn).
remember last year when julian koster was going to encourage saws to sing alongside the band organ at the paragon carousel on nantasket beach in hull? remember when it was canceled? well! it actually happened this summer! two saturdays ago (the sixteenth) hillary and i went down and aside from getting lost for a bit (both to and from hull [i was supposed to drop her off somewhere so she could go camping with her friends, but her friends gave us miserable directions, so we ended up on i495 somehow at like 10:30 at night? i don't know, it was awful]), it was a really nice day. we met up with alex, whom i had met at the music tapes show in durham, and met a guy named james who was also at the show (and who i had remembered seeing at that show), and were a nice little collective audience. it was a really lovely afternoon and evening. alex let us ride on her carousel ticket, and the band organ stopped working (only temporarily; the fellow who does the restoration work on the carousel got it back up and running for the next ride)! julian talked the folks who worked there into letting us ride again, which was really sweet of him and especially sweet of them. we talked about a plethora of random things (baby sharks and polish polkas and youtube and wire recorders, etc.). as we were saying goodbye (oh, such a terrible thing to do all the time; i would've liked to have stayed longer to talk to julian some more, but since i was planning on driving home after dropping hillary off, we had to leave around 9:30), a kid yelled "BYE MAGIC MAN." it was wonderful. watching the faces of kids riding the carousel and hearing this instrument that was very obviously not coming out of the band organ, and then seeing julian, wearing his top hat, encouraging a saw to sing, was just so endearing. they were all so awed. it was lovely. i'd like to go sometime again soon. i'd love to go in the winter. it seems as though they really otter have wintertime carousel rides. and it's always nice to see julian, although it never is for long enough.
THE OLIVIA TREMOR CONTROL AND THE MUSIC TAPES ARE GOING ON TOUR IN SEPTEMBER. they're playing at the brighton music hall in allston. it is going to be ridiculous. it's nine/ten days after the jeff shows. seems very probable that i am going to get sick and die at the end of september. i hope this is not actually true, but it seems likely. i'm also secretly holding out hope for a maine date to be added. i am always holding out hope for a maine date to be added, but they're off the day before and the day after the show in allston, so it seems as though a stop to portland would fit in just so perfectly. i, of course, am slightly delusional in these hopes, but most of my hopes and dreams and wishes are slightly delusional things, so. you know. but then again, slightly delusional hopes and dreams and wishes are the best kind. you never know. the more improbable a thing may seem to be, sometimes the more likely it is to become true. i read something similar to that somewhere recently. not certain where.
hillary and i found a virtually deserted public beach earlier this month. we were planning on going to one beach, and on seeing that the parking lot was packed and that people were actually parking up the street in order to go, we searched out this alternate beach, where there were maybe five other cars at any given time. it's really nice and i might go again this weekend, if the weather is beachy enough (which it may be). it's nice because there are all sorts of good places to stop on the way to and from this beach as well. notice how i am not disclosing the whereabouts of this beach. it's nice to have secrets. it's nice to be a secret.
otter than that, i am just sort of crazy about things and my heart is warbley and weird and so is my head and yeah. i've been having a lot of really intense dreams that are not helping any sort of situations. i have clipped five pounds of images from books this summer, and am now trying to organize them before cutting up any other books, but i have problems with certain images (for example; a nice black and white image of a girl with an older woman inside of a house and a possum out on the windowsill. does this get classified as a photo of people or as a photo of an animal? do i start a new people with animals thing? but then where does that cross-genre-izing stop? because i can get wicked ocd about these sorts of things), so i'm not really sure what to do. i have made three friendship bracelets (like you'd make in summer camp, but i never went to summer camp, so i'm making them now because it seems like the right thing to do), two of which i wear, one of which i gave to hillary. i am going to be making more, but i feel weird about making friendship bracelets for myself. i am lonely and tired and i really want to make you some cake and take you to the chicken barn. and maybe wake up next to you. and kiss your face. ohhh deer. i am a thousand problems.
oh! i spent the week leading up to and all of my fourth of july holiday rewatching all the marx brothers movies i could find. i will probably be harpo for halloween AND christmas this year, to make up for all the times i said i was going to be harpo in the past (that one time).