Forget that it came out of my mouth

Your paradigm kisses

This isn't the same song as the single I talked about yesterday, but it's still great.

Nonpareil of Favor - Of Montreal

In my eagle-shaped mirror

So the new Of Montreal single wasn't released conventionally. I couldn't just by the one vinyl copy. I had to buy three copies, each on a different colored vinyl. And I don't know what to do with the other two copies. The other thing I forgot about Polyvinyl Records is that they put an Airheads candy in each order they ship! Saweet!

There's more than one

Classes have started again. I'm not busy yet, but I will be soon. Even so, I haven't done any knitting in over a week now. I haven't even unpacked the projects I brought with me when I went to visit my parents. Even without seeing them, just knowing that I have unfinished objects makes me feel guilty. In other news though, eMusic treated me well this month. I downloaded "All Is Well" by Samamidon, and it is quite fantastic. eMusic says that if you like Chris Bathgate you'd like this guy.

I try not to cry over spilt beer

I'm back in Maine, and it feels great. I bought things I didn't need today. I now have my first full-length record that I don't have in digital form. It was one of those things that just catches your eye, the limited edition of "When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold" by Atmosphere on yellow vinyl. So it's been a vinyl listening day today. I also picked up "Tallahassee" by The Mountain Goats, and on my first visit to the record store in Orono, I got "Tourists" by A Prairie Home Companion and "6 and 12-string Guitar" and "Timesteps" by Leo Kottke. Totally unnecessary, but totally worth it.

All the same to you

Michigan. Great Lakes, great times. 70 mph highway speed limits. Bell's Oberon. Wishing I had enough time to take I-75 North, across the bridge.

I will remember your name and face

I had a nice talk with my mother earlier this week. I found out the things that make life fantastic, the stuff you always want to know but don't necessarily ever find out. Like how my parents didn't use the upstairs of their house when they first got it. How my crib was in what is now the dining room. How their furniture consisted of lawn chairs until my dad's birthday when my mom got him a recliner as a present. That their kitchen table was a wooden plank picnic table. This is the stuff that makes me smile, the history that I care about.

I bet going home next week will feel a little bit different now.

But before that happens, I will be attending my first ever knitting class this Saturday at Fiberphilia! We'll be spending the day knitting and felting to create Lovikka mittens. I'm really hoping that we make it all the way through to the embroidered cuff. At any rate I'll end the day with some wonderfully warm mittens for this upcoming winter for either myself or someone with similarly sized hands.