I usually sleep at night. It’s just one of those things that I’m used to doing. The sun goes down, I wile away a few hours with a book or a television or the local reprobates at my neighborhood opium den and I tuck myself into bed. Seven consecutive (or so) hours of sleep is what I’m accustomed to. Let’s say 10:00 pm to 5:00 am (give or take a few hours in either direction). Then (it’s fun to represent things that aren’t math with math, so bear with me):
(baby + comprehensive exams) x coffee^2 = fuck your sleep schedule
It is currently 5:13 am eastern standard time on Saturday. I’ve been awake (intermittently) since Friday at 9:00 am. Those twenty hours looked (roughly) like this:
9:00 – 11:00 am – provide direct care to baby; enjoy each minute
11:00 am – 1:00 pm – nap; sweat
1:00 – 4:00 pm – write comprehensive exams; drink eleven cups of coffee
4:00 – 5:30 pm – frantically drive to main branch of Cleveland Public Library to secure the only available Ohio copy of Scientific Research in Education (Shavelson and Towne, 2002); fight assface rush hour traffic the whole way; feel guilty for hating rush hour traffic because of that David Foster Wallace commencement speech; stop at Vietnamese restaurant for Mrs. Citizen’s favorite soup to (hopefully) avoid and/or delay divorce
5:30 – 8:30 pm – write comprehensive exams; drink seven cups of coffee
8:30 – 11:30 pm – eat macaroni, provide direct care to baby; watch The Hurt Locker with Mrs. Citizen (holy balls was that a depressing movie)
11:30 pm – 2:30 am – write comprehensive exams; drink four cups of coffee
2:30 am – 4:30 am – provide direct care to baby
4:30 am – present – stare at computer screen; drool; “blog” on “the internet”
So. I have music for you, but not a whole lot to say about it; ye olde “extraneous intellectual capacity” is well-nigh tapped. There are five songs on this Lazy Saturday; I love each one of them. One song in particular, I’d like to invite over for Thanksgiving dinner (I’ll let you sort out which one).
First, live Fugazi. Enough said there, right? Mr. MacKaye, if you’re reading, please consider a reunion show in my backyard this summer. No booze, I promise.
Fugazi – Repeater – Live, 1995
Fugazi – Turnover – Live, 1995
Second, your weekly dose of pseudo-glo-fi, courtesy of Rainbow Arabia, but filtered through (I imagine) the mac book pro of Pictureplane.
Rainbow Arabia – Kabuki (extra special Pictureplane “re-work”)
Last, I’ve got new music from Old Monk. I know nothing about them but this: (a) they appear to be from Brooklyn, provincial home of the coolest people none of us know personally, (b) the song that they sent to me, “Warm Moustache” makes me deeply happy, (c) they spell “moustache” the same way that I prefer to, and (d) you can sort out more details here. Enjoy.
