Wearing A Hat

I really don,t like riding my bike. I,ve had to do it a lot for the past few days because my car has a ghost inside of it. I took it to a specialist who is currently trying to lure it out with promises of Ecto Cooler flavored Hi-C, but in the meantime, I can,t drive anywhere. I have to pedal around on my smelly, ugly bike. I actually don,t think it,s smelly or ugly, but I still don,t like riding it.

I used to ride it a lot when I was really poor and couldn,t afford to drive. I guess I,m going to be in that position again shortly because of my whole quitting-my-job-without-a-reasonable-source-of-income thing, but whatever. Discomfort brings about epiphany, right? I am an idiot.

Cherub - 100 Bottles I didn,t like riding it back then, but I like it even less now. I think in the five or so years since I last regularly rode that thing around, I have discovered that I enjoy comfort a whole lot. Riding a bike is uncomfortable. I have a plush leathery, springy seat on there, but that,s not enough. I still have to pedal. I still have to have leaves and bugs blown in my face. I still have to get sweaty. It takes to long. I am a gigantic baby.

I,m glad I still have a bicycle, though. This week would be even less fun without one. My only other options would be the bus which I really don,t like because it,s gross and costs money, walking which is pretty good, but takes too long, or skateboarding which would be the worst because even though I used to skateboard a lot when I was a kid, using it as a form of transportation is terrible. Every pebble is an enemy. Every crack is an angry foe. Every cool kid that sees me trying to skateboard would laugh at me.

Not Exactly

I spent a lot of this past weekend being frustrated and bummed because I was doing frustrating stuff and in a smelly attic while a beast with a very gooey eye circled me. Those are not ideal conditions for recording, but you get what you pay for. Nothing went well and everything took forever and we,re not even close to being finished. Maybe that,s good, though. Maybe all of this discomfort and anger will bring about an artistic epiphany. I don,t really think that will happen because none of us are artists in any sense of the word.

We,re idiots, though. Maybe it will bring about an idiotic epiphany. I don,t know what that would mean, but I hope it happens. I hope being tired and annoyed brings about some type of reward. It hasn,t so far in my life, but I guess that could change suddenly for no reason, right?

Metronomy - Love Letters That,s the fear - that everything is difficult and there is no great reward for your toil and labor. That,s what separates man from beast. That,s what brings about untimely demises. That,s what makes people start Death Cab For Cutie cover bands. That fear is the only thing that anybody lives for. They want the reward that they aren,t sure even exists.

Speaking of Death Cab For Cutie cover bands, I sold something on Craigslist today to some nerd that lives one hundred feet away from me and when he was paying me, he handed me his band,s business card. He haggled me down five dollars cheaper than I had advertised, but I think the business card definitely made up for it. I certainly got the better deal. Looking up his band and watching footage of them performing live made me realize how lucky I am to be only kind of an idiot rather than a total, irrevocable idiot.