Saturday, August 23, 2003
I haven't been running at all, lately, and I don't feel too bad about it. I will need to start a training program again, at some point, but I no longer believe a marathon is in the cards for me. I mean, 14 miles already proved too much for me, in my current state of motivation and conditioning-committedness. And it's not like I got to the end of the 14 miles and said, "Wow, I feel soooooo good that I just completed a 14-mile run!" No, running extra long just makes me feel like shit, and I fail to see the appeal in spending my summer doing something I hate. I feel healthy when I'm running 2-4 miles at a pop, and I've proven to myself that I can get fit sticking to a program of regular reps at those distances. Perhaps I'm rationalizing, but it all does indeed seem rational, nani?
My new car is a sweet, sweet bitch. So quiet and cushy, so silky-smooth. The CD player is simply bitching, as well. A bad investment, nonetheless, but the best part of my workday is now the 15 minutes before and after, driving to and from. Driving is really enjoyable when you don't have to glance at the temp. gauge every 30 seconds. Sweet balls!
I saw "The Rules of Attraction" recently, whence James van der Beek ("Dawson" on TV's Dawson's Creek) plays a drug-dealing pervert. One of the most enjoyable movies I've seen recently, and hilarious. Definitely worth checking out, in my opinion. With that said, I give you this period's Top 5:
1. "The Sad Punk," The Pixies: "Named extinction! Named extinction! Named extinction! Named....WAOW! WAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOWWWHH!" The best scream in all of song, and I've been listening to Thrice and The Suicide Machines lately. Speaking of which:
2. "To Awake and Avenge the Dead," Thrice: Tell me you can't imagine the band rising by some ungodly power atop a platform of bones after the nuclear apocalypse has ravaged the earth and transformed the surface into a nightmare of sulphur and ash and molten lava--tell me you can listen to the end of this song and you CAN'T imagine the scene I've just described, and I'll tell you you just can't hear what they're playing, brother.
3. "Interstate Love Song," Stone Temple Pilots: A fine and near-perfect radio rock song, in my opinion. Great riff, simple structure, ambiguous lyrics, not too long, easy to sing along with. STP is one of the most underrated rock bands in recent history, I think, and I kind of like it that way.
4. "Silhouette," Thrice: So hard, so rocking, it's almost unbelievable. Triplets rock. Also, Riley Breckenridge beats the shit out of the ride cymbal for the first two minutes of the song, which is hilarious, but also kind of awesome.
5. Sammy Sosa. 'Cause I said so, bitches!
My new car is a sweet, sweet bitch. So quiet and cushy, so silky-smooth. The CD player is simply bitching, as well. A bad investment, nonetheless, but the best part of my workday is now the 15 minutes before and after, driving to and from. Driving is really enjoyable when you don't have to glance at the temp. gauge every 30 seconds. Sweet balls!
I saw "The Rules of Attraction" recently, whence James van der Beek ("Dawson" on TV's Dawson's Creek) plays a drug-dealing pervert. One of the most enjoyable movies I've seen recently, and hilarious. Definitely worth checking out, in my opinion. With that said, I give you this period's Top 5:
1. "The Sad Punk," The Pixies: "Named extinction! Named extinction! Named extinction! Named....WAOW! WAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOWWWHH!" The best scream in all of song, and I've been listening to Thrice and The Suicide Machines lately. Speaking of which:
2. "To Awake and Avenge the Dead," Thrice: Tell me you can't imagine the band rising by some ungodly power atop a platform of bones after the nuclear apocalypse has ravaged the earth and transformed the surface into a nightmare of sulphur and ash and molten lava--tell me you can listen to the end of this song and you CAN'T imagine the scene I've just described, and I'll tell you you just can't hear what they're playing, brother.
3. "Interstate Love Song," Stone Temple Pilots: A fine and near-perfect radio rock song, in my opinion. Great riff, simple structure, ambiguous lyrics, not too long, easy to sing along with. STP is one of the most underrated rock bands in recent history, I think, and I kind of like it that way.
4. "Silhouette," Thrice: So hard, so rocking, it's almost unbelievable. Triplets rock. Also, Riley Breckenridge beats the shit out of the ride cymbal for the first two minutes of the song, which is hilarious, but also kind of awesome.
5. Sammy Sosa. 'Cause I said so, bitches!
