... of the Moment.

Song: Voxtrot - Kid Gloves
"Cheer me up. Cheer me up. I'm a miserable fuck.
Cheer me up. Cheer me up. I'm a tireless bore.
Cheer me up. Cheer me up. I'm invisibly stuck
Oh, with myself. Yes, I'm a vanity whore."

Image: Exploding Dog - This Hole I've Dug Is Mine Forever

Emotion: Somewhere between disillusionment and self-contempt.

Yet Another New Way To Not Connect: Virb

Ze Frank Video: Cycle Bust

Runner-Up: Vegas Baby - "Everything is out of context, and that means context allows for everything."

Love this.

This American Life

New episode of This American Life on Showtime tonight at 10:30.
Watch and be edified.

For those not in the know, This American Life is the award-winning gem of a radio show that examines the ordinary and makes it extraordinary. Funny, sad, thoughtful, fantastic. Among my favorite shows:

Superpowers
Recordings For Someone
20 Acts In 60 Minutes

Just listen.

I do not remember being 9 years old.

My subconscious mind does, mottled in the colors of a nine-year-old's experience - the breezes through hair on Saturday bike rides, the 1pm stretch of a fourth grade class, the 1am whispers of a six-girl sleepover, and life tumbling out ahead without end or thought.

But I don't. I'm very much all here. Trapped in this instant. At a keyboard. 26 unmemorable years trailing me in silence.

The gap has become a chasm.

No better place.

With a second trip to Hawaii coming up in a month and a half, I've been looking into various adventures in which to partake. So, I'm looking at ads for helicopter rides in Kauai and thinking, "Wow. Just looking at this scares the shit out of me. But then again... what better place to die than in Kauai."

That slogan's on me, Kauai Tourism Commission.
I like it. It's catchy.

The Ides of March are come.

Las Vegas is burning.

Took this photo of Vegas burning itself into oblivion just past seven on Tuesday evening.

...Okay. So, no oblivion, but you know what? 90 degree RECORD-BREAKING MARCH temperatures and random fires: may as well be Hell.

You'll fake it if you have to.

Sometimes, a week develops in such a way that a single song can become pure truth.

And sometimes when you're on
You're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
And you'll be better
You'll be smarter
More grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all of your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy

Rilo Kiley - A Better Son/Daughter