mcdonald's should not offer free delivery.

last night, i had, what for all intents and purposes was, a date. this engagement required a trek to williamsburg, which shouldn't be all that shocking to those who know and love me. it was bound to happen eventually. in my entry in the encyclopedia galactica, under aesthetics, you might find the following: east village; see also, williamsburg. now, i'm no hipper than thou trendoid, but i am down with the scruff. fortunately, the evening avoided the fright fest of bedford avenue and delved deeper into the heart o' the 'hood. i dig rocking the explorer vibe, which put my otherwise apprehensive and trepidant (here i WAS using trepidatious, but this is NOT a word) self at ease.

do yourself a favor. go out and rent CQ right now. in fact, do so as a double-feature with Barbarella. right now.

today, i made an astonishing discovery. for the past several days, i have been kvetching about the inaccurate recorded announcements on my local 6 train. the friendly computer lady offering transfers to trains that no longer stop at that station and so on. in fact, i have on several occasions offered to re-record the announcements myself, jumpstarting my own career in voice-over, which i must say i would be quite good at. unfortunately, those pronouncements were only to my friends and confidantes and not to the folks at the MTA. BUT, they must have heard my plaintive cries because as of today, little ms. MTA is spot-on. now, you can change to the W at Union Square, the V at 51st St, and no more B, D or Q at Bleecker. damn, there went my golden opportunity!

that headache is back. ugh.

over the past week, my morning meditations at the local caffeine den have been accompanied by some junk-rock stylings. upon first listen, it sounded so much like the brilliant sounds of sumack, beloved of the 2000 South by Southwest Festival, that i did a quick internet search to determine if they had put out a new record. alas, these folks are no longer recording together. but interestingly enough, the drummer from sumack is now the drummer with cake, and the album that has been spinning so much these mornings is cake's 1998 release prolonging the magic.

now, i have a long-standing antipathy towards cake. in fact, in 1995, i got into a rather heated fight with a boyfriend who wanted to go see a free cake show in sacramento (cause that's where they're from and that 's where we were living). he wanted me to go with him and wouldn't go unless i went and i, not liking cake much (actually, hating them), refused to attend, not quite understanding how he couldn't go without me, but he never made a lot of sense. so, it is rather odd for me now in 2002 to find myself not just tolerating but full-on rocking, in a "i so need to buy this record" sort of way, a cake album. not completely surprising given how much i dug short skirt, long jacket off their last long player, but still i had no intention of actually BUYING comfort eagle. possibly a parallel with my evolution regarding jamiroquai from firm holdout in london days circa 1993 (is that stevie wonder under that hat?) to catalogue completist in 2002 (a funk odyssey, indeed)?

quite a ramble today but then no one has ever accused me of being laconic.

-finn