Today is the first day in more than a couple months that I’ve had no work to do. No responsibility. I can relax without eight things pressing down on my head. Went record shopping:
(Thanks to Matty for patrolling the in-bins at Waterloo and sending me John Prine.)
Kind of disappointed that Amoeba, one of the best record stores in the US, didn’t have any Stars Of The Lid or Unwound or Grouper or Frontier(s). Also didn’t have the Songs: Ohia or Jackie-O Motherfucker LPs I’ve been looking for. Which I mean, I guess is okay because if I had come away with my entire shopping list, I’d be about $300 more in debt. Still, though.
I am also selling some of my records, so stuff highlighted in yellow is up for grabs, if anyone wants them.
(Also, lol@ San Francisco’s “summer.”) Loving this:
August in the Bay, bleak as a life. Such a win.
Ate some Dots and watched a couple episodes of The West Wing, including this spectacular scene:
Granted this show always kills it. Who knows where the day goes from here, but it’ll probably involve paint of some sort and a bottle of wine at some point. It’s good to take a day to yourself and not feel guilty about it. Two weeks from now I’ll be partying with Monica (and going to a Sleeping In The Aviary show!), so there’s even some things to keep on the radar as far as the “helping life not totally suck” department goes.
“I don’t say this easily, but you are not a good person.”
“She’s kind of pretentious.”
“I know.”
Don Draper drunk at a typewriter.
“Art and advertising, why would anyone do that after Warhol?”
Never has the intro credit scene been more appropriate to the show. Complete free fall. Love it. Torn at this point as to whether I can relate to Don or Peggy more. That probably makes me a not so good person.
“Oh Dick, I’m sorry she broke your heart.”
“I had it coming.”
There are a million quotes from this episode I could post here. The premiere was so good, the second episode was normal but this was just a heartbreak from the get go. There wasn’t a single minute of this that wasn’t filled with laughs or tears. Lane Pryce drunk is possibly the funniest thing to ever happen to this show. And Don’s continuous downward spiral is great to watch given my current place in life.
The importance of writing in about four minutes that were put on television once and though the entire first four years were brilliant, something about this scene is just spectacular. Whenever I need to write something, this is the first thing I think of. I don’t know why, I think it’s the end, just the way words can handle a situation. I mean, sure the writing for the scene is great but the subtext of the importance of words and how simple attention can drastically alter mood … So good, so good.
Okay, I like this show and all, it can be melodramatic, but the premiere was probably one of the best episodes of the entire series. Holy shit what a great start to the season, the last scene was killer and Peggy is finally getting let loose on creative endeavors.
Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. Yes.
Jameson in the office. Life goal.
“Turning creative success in to business is your work. And you’ve failed.”
“At least I’m thinking ahead.”
“It doesn’t always work, does it?”
Some days I think that one day I might meet my Amy Gardner. Then some days I think I already have and ruined it in like ways that occurred on the show (except not as fictional, or not on a fictional national political level, or something*). Granted, still, my lord, this scene. Love what you do and work as hard as you can but for a cause not for people and hope someone amazing kisses you unexpectedly on a stoop one day for realizing you’re kind of a fuck up because of it all, I guess.
*I actually don’t know what happened completely in this romance as I’ve never seen the show after Aaron Sorkin was fired for that whole drug thing. But whatever.
