My classmate, the child rapist.

I'm reading Lorrie Moore right now. I don't know how she does it, but she's able to create a picture-perfect, early 1980's city setting in this one. Every word has so much weight. I tried to write like that in undergrad. It was a moderate failure.

I just watched this two times in a row. It still gives me goosebumps. I'm completely surprised that Bol put that on his site. I know this is going to sound like the worst, hippie-dippie shit I've ever spewed, but...

Cat Power was pure energy out there.

Whew. I said it.



Don't worry, that was just Wednesday's Phish talking.


I declare tonight -- Rental Movie Night. Wish me luck.