Tuesday, February 28, 2006

This is two-months-from-now-weather,

and I want to spend it on the Vinarska lawn, with champagne and the tragically hip. Sitting Indian Style, cross-legged, wind blowing too-tall grass over discarded butts, balcony shouting, throwing nationalistic stereotypes and cigarette-tricks and bottlecaps... keeping the soccer players at bay with girls desperate to lay claim to the infrequent Czech sunshine.

Andrew, this is Isolation Drills by Guided by Voices.

This is when we decided for the hundredth time that we needed girls.

This is tramspotting.

This is an adventure.

And it will all vanish, I suspect, before my break starts, before I can have even a little of it.

MUSIC: the magnetic fields: the luckiest guy on the lower east side

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