The Clash (The Clash)
Talk radio
Everything in Transit (Jack's Mannequin)
When Animals Attack (Institute)
Local Houston radio
Some Devil (Dave Matthews)
Every Breath You Take (The Police)
People, by nature, have some interesting things to say.
Here are some of my things. Some about acting. All about living ...
The Clash (The Clash)
Talk radio
Everything in Transit (Jack's Mannequin)
When Animals Attack (Institute)
Local Houston radio
Some Devil (Dave Matthews)
Every Breath You Take (The Police)
We made it to Austin, grabbed a bite at a Mexican bar, and are officially calling the trip a victory.
We're finally in Houston, and my big brother is all checked in to his new apartment. Not bad.
Now for a few brief errands, and we're off to brave the holiday weekend traffic to Austin. Where we'll likely shop for stuff for his new place -- the dude lives like a monk (not that there's anything wrong with that).
We just left Lake Charles, our first stop since leaving New Orleans.
Y'know, Lake Charles sounds like a resort town. Not so much.
Most. Foul. Taco Bell. Ever.
Next stop: Houston (hopefully).
Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Pavement)
Chute Too Narrow (The Shins)
Come on feel the Illinoise (Sufjan Stevens)
Stubbs the Zombie (Soundtrack)
Strange Mess of Flowers, Disc 1 (David Garza)
Sonic Nurse (Sonic Youth)
The Clash (The Clash)
We drove through the Lower 9th Ward this morning, which was the hardest hit by Katrina.
The devastation up close is nothing like what's shown on TV, and these picts probably don't show it accurately, either. It looks like the place was bombed.
I feel sick.
We're in New Orleans, and getting ready to have dinner with a college friend of my brother's who works as a security guard at the seminary at which he's also a student.
The destruction that's still here after a year is sobering.
We just spent a fun several hours walking the French Quarter, including Bourbon Street (which is sporadically fun, lame, hopping, and just tawdry), ending up at the Cajun Street Market for dinner, then Cafe Du Monde for coffee au laite and beignets -- deep-fried dumpling-like donuts with obscene amounts of powdered sugar.
I am so going to need to run once I finally get back to Austin.
All of this courtesy of my brother's friend Everett, who was a great host.
We're stopping off at Hammond, LA, to top off before hitting New Orleans, which we should hit right about rush hour. Nice.
So, my brother's new-to-him car keeps trying to overheat. Lucky for us, if we turn off the air conditioning, we're fine.
So, the last couple of hours to Jackson have been toasty, which sounds fun, but isn't.
After staying in West Memphis(AR), grabbing a quick bite at a Waffle House (my brother had never been), and a quick loop around Memphis (TN), we're in Mississippi, heading to New Orleans (by way of Jackson (MS; not Jackson, MO, or Jackson TN; both of which we've seen)).
London Calling (The Clash)
You Could Have It So Much Better (Franz Ferdinand)
We Hate Your Hate (Broken Social Scene)
Hail to the Thief (Radiohead)
We Don't Have To Whisper (Angels and Airwaves)
Vertigo (U2)
we are the night sky (deadboy & the Elephantmen)
The Bravery (The Bravery)
Osaka Popstar and the American Legends of Punk
Plans (Death Cab for Cutie)
I snapped this pict of a St. Louis sunset, as we scooted around the city on our way to Memphis.
We're just now leaving Springfield, IL. This was our first stop for the trip, and we gassed up and got pizza.
I don't know the last time I ate at a Pizza Hut, but it's something my brother and I did way back in ID-land, so we gave it a whirl. Not bad, and our server was waaay effucious (spelling? Whatever. Think "Heidi" all growed up and having let herself go).
I think Springfield is where Marvel Comics had the secret headquarters of G.I.Joe's nemesis, COBRA.
And I think it's known for that Abe Lincoln thing...
They finally found my luggage, We're on the road. Freaking finally. Time to have some fun...
I'm just now getting on the plane for Chicago. When I should be landing in Chicago.
Y'know, I could have spent a hundred bucks less and got 4 more hours of sleep to end up in Chicago at the same time.
Not that I'm keeping track.
And those are my knees, perv.
I'm supposed to be in Chicago right now.
I'm meeting my brother, who's driving from Ann Arbor, MI, to pick me up, and we're roadtripping to Houston (by way of New Orleans) for his new job.
I'm supposed to be in Chicago right now.
The flight was on time last night. At 5 a.m., as I'm heading out the door to get a side with silver-screen debut acting buddy Aaron Hallaway, I get notice the 6:40 a.m. flight was delayed until 8:30, due to a "crew rest delay."
They wouldn't switch me to a 6:30 American Airlines flight, unless I was an international traveler in danger me missing my connection -- even though there were 3 seats left when they closed the door.
At 8 a.m., 5 minutes after the next American flight to Chicago had left, they informed the gate agent (not her fault) the flight is now further delayed 'til 10:45, 'cause they're short one flight attendant. Is this a union thing? The flight is only 1/4 full.
I'm supposed to be in Chicago right now. My brother is.
There was an episode of "Picket Fences" that was banned by the network's Salt Lake City affiliates in the nineties because it featured a men's urinal. I've got 6 times that, Utah!