"Honey, You Got Any Tums?"

I met a nice young man a couple months ago. He said to me, "I play bass, but I'm really an engineer."

Oh cool. I like sound. I like to play around with engineer things too.

But then he corrected himself...

"I mean I'm a Mechanical Engineer. I work at CALTECH."

Wha'?

"You make things?"

"Yep." He smiled. But he was innocent. He didn't understand the implication of his career upon my fantastical nature.

Then The Wooden Shjips started. For 30 minutes I enjoyed the psychedelics as well as the fantasy about what kind of fingers this CALTECH Alumnus / Mechanical Engineer cum bass player might have. And most importantly - would he be asking me for my number?!!!

Smarter than the average bear, he asked me for my number and my eMail, "Oh good! I can write to him!" Many of you know, I like to write. I especially like to write at you.

"Thanks! I'll eMail you some pictures of the machine I'm working on once I get to Louisiana." He was going to Louisiana very early the next morning. It was time to assemble the LIGO's optical something-or-other. I think it was a part of the Interferometer that's measuring gravitational waves from outer space on a theory. Um... All I know is he did send me the pictures and I love to listen to him teach me about it today. I also enjoy thanking him for the contribution he's making towards Mankind. Grandiose of me but it is a kind gesture on his part.

We talk about Mr. Feynman and he showed me where his image was added to a mural in the dorm he lived in years ago.

He got me flowers on his birthday. He wears a knit cap when it's cold but for baseball he's got a Dodgers cap - even though he's from Kansas City.



We like to go to the Ball Park and sit in Row W. And stuff.

Current Events.

So happy :)

My Boyfriend Stephen Malkmus. I Love Him...

This new album, Real Emotional Trash, is the best he's done and I'm excited about our upcoming nuptials.

"... and radio music. That still exists. There's Mudvayne, Nickelback—radio music for people who don't love music, but like music. It's still there."

I love him. Such a genius player. And he's got fingers for days...

Bits from messages as I moved press across the virtual freeways:
Old men shouldn't be screaming but if I ever hear Fillmore Jive live again, I'm stripping naked then and there. Fillmore Jive was one of the only Pavement songs I ever made an effort to learn the name of. I felt it was important for live performances or when communicating with others regarding what I love.

Best interview... just wit wit wit for days. Not even wit. Thought. Lingual pattern to elicit the ineffable and kisses from fans.

The full interview is here.

The closing dialogue just rips me to shreds.

But of current events... What to do? Tortured by kindness and frustrated by systemic differences. Not postures, even though assumed as such. Ay. There's the rub.