Hello, hello You may have been wondering (or wond'ring) where I've been, or perhaps where I'm going. I'd like to fill you in on both, just so you don't think I'm rudely ignoring you -- as surely some of you do -- or dead or something. On Saturday, June 21st at 12:00am Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the 870 page tome that advances the saga of a now-fifteen year old bespecticalled wizard-in-training another year, was released to salivating fans such as myself everywhere. Needless to say, I purchased my copy and locked myself away in order to give it a good read through. I didn't finish it as quickly as some (Carson... psycho), but I finished it. I enjoyed it, but for my full thoughts, you'll have to contact me. I'm just depressed that I'm finished. I am now going to attempt to read one of the many books I have halfway finished several times over (As I am unable to find Lem's Solaris at the moment, it will be Dave Eggers's You Shall Know Our Velocity) before I begin a Kurt Vonnegut book at the request of Monsieur Bullok (now lovingly referred to as "J.W." in our circle of friends). Ahhh Harry Potter, how you influence my reading-appetite.

I'm listening to Jason's Postal Service CD right now... it is truly wonderful. Download "Such Great Heights" for a good introduction to their very electronic and ultimately mesmerizing sound as well as their awesome lyrics. If you don't enjoy, then you can cross my name off your will, because I don't want any.

As for where I'm going, that's Georgia, and that's in three days! And now a bit more Postal Service, because that's what we all want. This one's called "Clark Gable", and it goes out to you.

i was waiting for a cross-town train in the
london underground when it struck me
that i've been waiting since birth to find a
love that would look and sound like a movie
so i changed my plans i rented a camera and
a van and then i called you
"i need you to pretend that we are in love
again." and you agreed to

i want so badly to believe that "there is truth,
that love is real"
and i want life in every word to the extent
that it's absurd

i greased the lens and framed the shot using
a friend as my stand-in
the script it called for rain but it was clear
that day so we faked it
the marker snapped and i yelled "quiet on
the set" and then called "action!"
and i kissed you in a style clark gable would
have admired (i thought it classic)

i want so badly to believe that "there is truth,
that love is real"
and i want life in every word to the extent
that it's absurd
i know you're wise beyond your years, but
do you ever get the fear
that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell
yourself to help you get by?

:)