The Modern Log

OK, here’s 1/3 of my pretend tattoo trial. Dang, my wrist veins are serious. http://twitpic.com/1c1e2x And I’m a really blurry photographer.

Joel Plaskett, “All the Way Down the Line,” Three

Man, I already miss Thrush Hermit. Too much. So I’m taking a break, though the break does include Joel Plaskett – Emergency and solo - Camouflage Nights, Drug Dog, etc. (I can’t go cold turkey!)

Which brings us to Joel’s “All the Way Down the Line,” my new wedding song. Sigh.

More explodingdog truth.

OK, I can’t do a post a day. I’m sorry. Too busy. Too hard.

I’ve been seeing the same stylist for 8 years now, but she’s moved away. We tried the she-will-come-to-town-periodically-to-see-clients thing, but that didn’t work out. So now, I have to find a new one.
Last night I tried Velvet Roses, the Williamsburg salon of the spectacular Yelp reviews. It was very nice. I got a conditioning treatment, [...]

Tonight I’m going to get my haircut at a place I’ve never been by a stylist I’ve never seen. Despite great online reviews, I’m terribly nervous. Too many changes at once, I’m thinking.

Today’s strange moment is using my dishwasher. I’ve never had one before. It’s gorgeous, but man, it takes forever.

Last night, we went to the diner across the street for the first time. It’s called Trellis. I had a Reuben. It was great. The pickle on the side was particularly spectacular. The fountain coke was in the top 10 fountain cokes I’ve had. (I’m really into fountain cokes). Everyone else there knew each other, [...]

I’m going to try NaBloPoMo’s March challenge. The theme is “strange[r],” and since I’ve made the brave choice of moving to a new neighborhood, it seems like the perfect opportunity to chronicle the strangeness of a new place.
After 12 years in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, I’ve recently relocated to Roosevelt Island, that little bit of land between [...]