Long, tough weird day. I was a little testy out of the gate, but I’m doing better now.
We might wait on the house. Things in our lives aren’t perfectly stable at the moment, and buying a house requires a certain level of security. But we’ve got time. My only worry is that this particular property is gonna go, and we’ll be left looking at shitholes. (Which make up the lion’s share of properties in our price range.)
Wrote a short little thingie for Washington City Paper about a local DC band called The Moderate. It’s a weekly feature they have called "One Track Mind," where you get a close-up look at a tune from an up-and-coming act. On deck for WCP is a review of the new Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds record, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!. Looking forward to that one.
Scored a little press for the organization in today’s Pitchfork news. Just doin’ my job.
Jeff Tweedy blogs for the New York Times about his migraines, depression and panic attacks, all of which he’s conquered without pharmaceuticals. Way to be, Jeff. Wish I had that kind of fortitude.
I can’t tell you how pissed I am at the brewing delegate battle, so I won’t. I’m doing my best to avoid any political coverage, lest I blow a gasket. You know it’s serious when Casa del Casey becomes a Chris Matthews-free zone.
See you tomorrow. I’m hoping it’s a better day than this one was. . .