I just christened my roommate's toaster with soy sauce. I didn't mean to, just sort of overshot the noodles. Home for lunch and here to ramble while listening to some new music. One of my favorite things to do is discover new music. It's a second job really - if you don't keep after it, the next thing you know you'll be listening to something that's Buzzworth on MTV. I'd saw Caitlin Cary's name a few times and didn't put together why it should should familiar - she was in Whiskeytown with Ryan Adams. Also in the mix is Lori Carson. I was checking out the skeleton of a webpage up at countingcrows.com and Adam Duritz has been posting notes from Europe. I always find it interesting to see who one of the artists I listen to so much is listening to. Lori Carson was one name mentioned along with Joni Mitchell.
See, this is why I have 584 cds, shit - 585 (bought the nosebleed opener's cd - Blu Sanders - at the Matt Nathanson/Howie Day show last week). Someone once joked that I could start my own radio station...and the sad thing is I'd play better music than what's out there on the airwaves right now. Not that I don't listen to the radio - just more on a rare occasion. Bakersfield has surprised me by playing John Mayer and Jack Johnson, although I've yet to hear Glen Phillips on there. Granted I was spinning their cds a long while ago...
See that - there it was - musical elitism slipping out again. Excuse me while I go listen to Jason Mraz.
I saw mountains this past weekend. Real ones. After giving a semi-stressful presentation to the higher ups at CT, I headed to Colorado for a rafting trip on the Arkansas River. Unfortunately this year is going to be a pretty serious drought so the river was only flowing at 350 cfs (that would be 350 kitchen sink-fulls of water passing per second) but the rafting was still good. Turned out that Jen and I were the only one signed up for a tour that day - so the morning was just the guide and us. The afternoon, being a bit harder with some Class IV rapids, we were joined by a boat of trainees and a couple jumped in with us. If you are ever in Colorado and want the best view of the Royal Gorge Bridge, I'm thinking bottoms up is the way to go.
After drying off and grabbing some real non-Starbucks coffee we ended up driving around through Gunnison and Crested Butte, sleeping somewhere near Kebler Pass. I want to wake up to this every morning:
Eh, writing about it makes me wish I was still there. Feel free to browse the photos though.
One apartment, two people living there. Obviously one person or the other owns everything in said apartment. Example: metal '1 cup' measuring cup. Now I realize there is a history of Alzheimer's in my family, but I'm still 99.9% lucid. To my knowledge, I did not use the previously mentioned measuring cup and then "misplace" amongst the apartment. No dashing neighbor came by when I was home asking for a cup of sugar. So if I don't know where it is....AH HA! My roommate must. Right? EEEEh. Thanks for playing, better luck next time. Yea, I don't get it either, but if you borrowed/pilfered it in hopes that it would get you a better bunk at a South American hostel, just leave it in the second drawer down by the fridge - no questions asked. Okay, I will question my sanity slightly, but other than that...
Oh the irony - the two week period that I'll be in Montana volunteering at a youth cancer camp is the same time that the Guster/John Mayer tour swings through California. Yea, I know my karma will be better for it...but I may have to make a trip to Chicago in July...
