Wednesday, March 31, 2010

On their way from London. David Pearson is phenomenal.

Thursday, March 25, 2010


you can dress it up in the borrowed cover of a book about evolution, but eventually you have to come to terms with the fact that you're reading a book entitled The Undomestic Goddess.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

There is a rock in my foot.

S'what I get for taking off my shoes on a gravel road, I guess.

Telling you guys about my rock-foot problem is just another way in which I am procrastinating cutting my foot open and digging it out. It's really the worst. And it's right on the ball of my foot, too, so trying to pretend it's not there and carrying about my business really isn't an option. The whole thing is extra frustrating because there's some pancake party happening right now, and I really want to eat a million free pancakes, but instead I am typing nonsense to avoid pulling a stone out from my skin.

Last night we went to a party catered by Taco Bell, so in addition to my rock-foot, I also have some pretty swell heartburn going on. Did I need to eat 4 burritos? Probably not. But was I happy to do so? You know it. Also I drank two RedBulls in rapid succession in an attempt to stay awake, but eventually not even the lure of more T. Bell was enough to keep me standing, and I promptly went home (to the trailer) and fell asleep immediately. It was one of the coldest days ever in Austin yesterday, and as such, I woke up this morning wearing all of my clothes. Like...extra t-shirts, a cardigan, shorts on top of my pants, and a hoodie. I sleep-dressed myself, I guess, in an attempt to stave off the chill.

My hair looks like it got into a fight with something (probably the case) and I smell like what a bison probably smells like.

My favourite thing so far about being here is that tacos are just filled with meat. No one is cramming any lettuce or tomato or onion on there. It is a straight up corn tortilla (all of them freshly made and delicious beyond belief and reason) and it is jam-packed with the most well-seasoned meat. I was wary at first (where is my filling, you know? I felt a bit robbed) but that was ill-placed concern. The quality of food is unreal (I wish someone would bring me some food right now).

Also, our neighbours just came over to the trailer, and here is the exact conversation.

"Hi......are you awake?"
"Yes. There is a rock in my foot."
"I think I broke a rib. Look, seriously, look at this."


Okay. It is time. We are going to soak my foot in water and then slice it open with the haphazard medical supplies we found in their house. Despite the fact that we're going to use a butterknife to do this, there is, at least, a bandaid.

things i have learned in the past 48 hours

- pulled pork is the best meal of any time of day
- i love texas
- music? whatever
- 18 Budweisers cost $14
- holly and i threw the best sxsw unofficial party in the history of unofficial parties (actuially)
- MAn in the Mirror is MJ's greatest hit
- i am fucking hammered right now
- two coffees is $3.01. weird? yes
- there is a goat -- who was pardoned by the governor of texas -- who lives two houses over
- the wooden sky remains my favourite toronto band
- fish tacos are gross, chicken tacos fell right out of heaven
- there is no hot water in our shower
- Elliott Brood is the best band ever
- So is Lucero and JTE, and ESPECIALLY, so is free wooden spoonds
- if you hit a wooden spoon against your leg for two hours straight, you will have MASSIVE black bruises
- our neighbours are from nashville, and they are the best human beings in existence
- free booze is always the best time in the world
- except for free, self-grilled hot dogs over the fire
- record company parties with the Trews singing are 100% better if you sing michael jackson louder
- texas is SO COLD HOLY FUCK
- basketball SUUUUUCKS
- Party Turtle is so much more responsible than you
- if you wanna make the world a better place, you've gotta look at yourself and then MAKE. A. CHANGE.
- if you have a chance to hang out IN a creek, you have the golden key to the best life

8 hours, drinking in a creek, singing michael jackson, playing chatroulette, eating a million tacos, seeing your favourite band play, dancing to the can't be more amazing.

I wish I could stay here forever. Just like every other place I visit, this place is home immediately.

Monday, March 1, 2010

eggs benny