Linnea Henriksson, “Halmstad”

Oh god, how I love the new Linnea Henriksson album and how I don’t love much else of anything in these past two weeks or so. I mean not to sound dramatic. I did have The Big Cheese for dinner, after all. Things aren’t that bad.

Taylor Swift Is Following Her Heart, Her Intuition.Will It Lead Her In The Right Direction?

Taylor Swift Is Following Her Heart, Her Intuition.
Will It Lead Her In The Right Direction?

This hasn’t been one of the best summers. I think I think that every year by mid-August, when the humidity makes me as irritable as the constant shift between the sweltering outdoors and people’s air conditioned fortresses. This August hasn’t been like that. I’m sure it’s a byproduct of the impending apocalypse, but this has been the most comfortable summer I can remember.

On the other hand, seventy-five degree days haven’t compelled me to the beach like ninety-degree days would, and I haven’t gone to my favorite beach once. In fact I only went to the beach at all twice, and it was so windy the first day and so chilly the second that I didn’t go in the ocean at all.

I did do things, though, although the summer was definitely front-loaded with fun. My only getaway, and it was technically a work trip, was the Provincetown Film Festival, where I watched movies and sat by several pools and managed to sit next to Stephin Merritt at a movie and Barney Frank the following morning at breakfast. Andrew Sullivan even said hello to me.

I also went to doctors, which isn’t fun but which is sort of fun when you haven’t done it since six years ago when you quit the only
you ever had that came with a benefits package. My primary care physician didn’t seem fazed when I mentioned how many alcoholic beverages I consume weekly, although the number sounded absurd to me. But when I mentioned smoking two or three cigarettes a week—only when I’m out, only when I’m with friends, and not even when it’s too hot or too cold to comfortably stand outside for teh minutes—that was a different story. I said I haven’t even bought a pack of cigarettes in six months and she suggested counseling and Chantix. She also told me to lose ten pounds and get a mole on my shoulder checked out.

My new eye doctor told me that my vision is complicated and bad, and that the peripheral vision on one side is so bad that I might have early signs of glaucoma. I looked at glasses and actually found a pair I liked, though I’d never be able to afford them. Then this morning I saw a dermatologist, a loony-looking German whose glasses separate at the bridge and reconnect with a magnet. I had to wait for hours and then was told that the mole was surely benign, though removed it anyway.

Sunday is a beach day. A good friend is moving to the midwest at the end of the month and this is her last hurrah. I will finally, finally spend an hour in the water.

I have a new website!
I decided to take advantage of the fact that Tumblr is probably the only platform in history where I was quick enough to get my own name as a username. It’s like 90% done but, you know, what website is ever done…

I have a new website!

I decided to take advantage of the fact that Tumblr is probably the only platform in history where I was quick enough to get my own name as a username. It’s like 90% done but, you know, what website is ever done…

When I was a very unhappy teenager, someone—Mary Tyler Moore?—did a TV interview where she said that the most outwardly funny people are generally the saddest, and it’s something that my own friends and relatives have more or less proven to me to be true. I don’t have any particular feelings about the death of Robin Williams beyond that suicide (if it was suicide) is always very sad. But it doesn’t surprise me at all.

I can’t say that I was a fan of his work, at all, despite the fact that I guess I named my Tumblr after one of his moreridiculous characters. As a teenager I liked his old standup stuff, but mostly his arm hair, and he appeared in several of my least favorite movies of all time. And I don’t mean Patch Adams or Death To Smoochy because I didn’t actually see those. I’m talking about Popeye and, worse, Good Will Hunting. Is any movie worse than Good Will Hunting?

But One Hour Photo is great, if you’re looking for something to watch in his honor tonight.

Late summer, 1896: the first automobile race to ever take place in the United States happened at the Narragansett Trotting Grounds, a dirt horse-racing park on the state fairgrounds in Cranston, Rhode Island. Located just down the street from the Narragansett brewery (which was just five years old at the time), the event drew sixty thousand spectators—about one seventh of state’s total population at the time. A mania for auto racing ensued, and in 1915 the mile-long oval was converted into an actual speedway, with a paved track and banked slopes. The park only lasted a few years—it shut down for good in 1923—but the suburban neighborhood that sprouted in its place kept the spirit alive by naming all of its streets after cars. Fiat and Cadillac are the most recognizable, but there was also Packard, Chandler, Westcott, Flint, Overland, and Jordan.Jordan Avenue is where my grandparents lived for about fifty years, but today—Victory Day, a holiday Rhode Island alone has celebrated for close to forty years now—the mayor renamed the street for PS3 Ronald A. Gill, Jr., a member of the Coast Guard who died during operations off the coast of Washington state in 2007. [pictured: the 1919 Jordan Playboy]

Late summer, 1896: the first automobile race to ever take place in the United States happened at the Narragansett Trotting Grounds, a dirt horse-racing park on the state fairgrounds in Cranston, Rhode Island. Located just down the street from the Narragansett brewery (which was just five years old at the time), the event drew sixty thousand spectators—about one seventh of state’s total population at the time.

A mania for auto racing ensued, and in 1915 the mile-long oval was converted into an actual speedway, with a paved track and banked slopes. The park only lasted a few years—it shut down for good in 1923—but the suburban neighborhood that sprouted in its place kept the spirit alive by naming all of its streets after cars. Fiat and Cadillac are the most recognizable, but there was also Packard, Chandler, Westcott, Flint, Overland, and Jordan.

Jordan Avenue is where my grandparents lived for about fifty years, but today—Victory Day, a holiday Rhode Island alone has celebrated for close to forty years now—the mayor renamed the street for PS3 Ronald A. Gill, Jr., a member of the Coast Guard who died during operations off the coast of Washington state in 2007.

[pictured: the 1919 Jordan Playboy]

So, I figured out why this sketchy neighborhood app thing has been bugging me, and it’s actually not the “sketchy=black” insinuation or the fact that the app developers clearly live in plastic bubbles or the one guy’s hair or even the fact that people post-Y2K using the word sketchy are about as linguistically relevant as people telling you to talk to the hand. No. It’s the fact that we’ve reached a point where people literally can not look up from their phones long enough to gauge their own personal feelings of safety without actually being told that information by their phones. And also that this is now a marketable thing and not a source of shame.

October 17th! Very excited.

October 17th! Very excited.

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Records also show he used an unlicensed person to conduct funeral services on at least five occasions. One case resulted in a confrontation with the family because the unlicensed person in charge didn’t know what to do at the church or cemetery.

Pennine also failed to report deaths in a timely manner, renewed his license once with a bad check, and faced repeated complaints of not holding burials on time, records show.

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Some Human Remains In Providence Morgue More Than A Decade Old; funeral director killed himself in N.H.

That’s my neighborhood!

gloomypharmacy.com, the domain name for my personal website, expires on Monday and I literally don’t have the twenty dollars to renew it. Which is fine, I guess. I mean being stupidly poor isn’t fine, but letting the url go is probably long overdue.

The domain was originally for my “band,” The Gloomy Pharmacists, and for some reason when the other Gloomy Pharmacist and I stopped talking to each other—I don’t remember why now—turned the site into my portfolio. It’s not flashy but I like it, although it’s due for a freshening up. Once I have $11 I’ll get something new from Namecheap, preferably without the word pharmacy in the name. I used to worry constantly that my emails were getting filtered as spam.