some news

--- The new reissue of the classic KORO "700 Club" EP is out now. You can get a limited blue/white swirl vinyl for $4 here
--- I am getting A/C tomorrow. Come hang out in your underwear at my house.
--- Does reading Freud on the subway make me look like a perv? I think, probably "yes".
--- I was looking at myspace today and came across this in someone's blog:

Life has its ups and downs.

I used to weigh 250 pounds when I was a teen. I used to be teased by the boys and girls at school because I was ugly and useless. You wouldn't guess if I was a boy or a girl. I looked definitely sexless, a slow-moving, slow-witted, slothful creature with thick, horn-rimmed glasses and ghastly bellbottom corduroy trousers. I was a troll with a faint mustache and hardly any breasts. Nay, I was the Ur-Medusa.

To add fuel to the fire, I began hating myself because I believed they were right-- deep down inside-- I was as monstrous inside as I was outside. I hated myself. I hated everybody. If there was a god, I blamed her for producing a life as mediocre as mine was. I wanted to kill everyone.

I led a life that continually looked inward. I escaped by shunning my parents and siblings. I joined a coven of witches and warlocks and I went goth. In order to feel happy, I continually sought solace in food and sex. Let me just say that there was a steady supply of partners from the coven, though I'm sure they looked at me with disgust. But I felt the first stirrings of love from the affection I'd receive from the male and female members of the set. I was loved because I gave them attention. In time, I became the high priestess, the leader of the coven.

But I soon woke up from that NEVER NEVER LAND. Like Alice waking up to find herself home in Kansas, I deliberately shook off my allegiance with the coven, joined a born-again charismatic choir and headed off to country revival seminars every week. I was followed by my former comrades everywhere I went. The witches boldly went as far as hanging a pitbull's carcass on my front door. But I was protected by my new friends in the born-again charismatic group, especially by the young pastor who took a liking towards me.

But what had really turned me away from that former life of food, sex and witchcraft?

I realized that I shouldn't be used by anybody. Of course, eventually, I also realized that the born-again group was also using me. The pastor was, in fact, beginning to seduce me. He wanted us to have an illicit affair. I knew it was time to leave this group as well...

So I decided to swallow my pride and I returned home to my parents. My mom and dad welcomed me home with no questions asked. Thankfully my paternal grandmother bequeathed me a sizeable sum for my college kitty fund.

I enrolled at SUNY and in seven years I lost a lot of weight and I graduated with a bachelor's degree in architecture.

Now I'm FREE, SINGLE and HAPPILY HAPPY in NYC.

That's the story of my life. Let's party!

--- I think I can count on one hand the people whom I have ever made a good first impression upon.
--- I am probably going to move to Brooklyn, AKA "girlville"
--- Is the second Television album ("adventure") good? considering that I never want to hear "marquee moon" again, but am not averse to listening to Television...