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The Interaction Between Music and Art

Memory is a funny thing. I’ve threatened to perform under the Angry Butterfly moniker before (my novelty solo noise band) but realized something just the other night. I was reading a book to my son - Miss Nelson is Missing, one of my absolute favorites as a kid - and in it there is a [...]

Birds Are Away

Last night I finally watched the Battlestar Galactica series finale, but found myself strangely unmoved by it (and not just because of a drunken Bill Adama barfing on himself, eww). I thought there would be tears. From my face. Maybe the dry eyes were because we’d gone to The Children’s Theatre earlier in the day [...]

Breathing Fumes and Having Visions

We’ve made it to mid-week. Congratulations! Unfortunately my brain is unable to arrange information in anything other than bullet points.

Not the latest breaking news, but I just found out about something troubling close to home. Rudies Coffee House on West Seventh burned down last month. Arson is suspected. Super shitty. Sounds like the owners [...]

Regrets Serve No Real Purpose

I’ve been feeling particularly wistful but trying to kick myself in the pants and get over it. Channeling this raw emotion into a project like Angry Butterfly would’ve been a good way to go, but a friend pointed out this video from Kiiiiiii. There goes my artistic vision! I mean sure, there’s nothing new under [...]

Sort of Okay-ish

It’s been weird times as of late but I’m doing all right. Though I’m way behind on sharing with the world the things that entertain/amuse me. Let’s double the fun with ten good things (instead of my usual five). List begins after the squinty Adam.

Vegan tentacle cake!
Things Younger Than John McCain: Scrabble
The sheer joy of [...]

I’ve Got to Be Unstoppable

Happy Mother’s Day to me! This morning I had to coax the little man…to turn over the top secret project he’d made for me at school. Turns out he was embarrassed by it (though it was adorable) and implored me not to read what he’d written, to just look at the pictures. That was sad. [...]