I am fucking PISSED that I’m have been awake for the past hour (it’s now 3 AM) freaking out about bedbugs. That’s right, at times, bedbugs have been a regular fixture at my job.

So far, i’ve searched, pulled apart seams that looked to be a bedbug like color, itched, searched some more, read old The Believer issues, freaked out, tried to sleep, itched.

It’s been productive. Especially since I have to be at work at 9 tomorrow.

Yay!

My Top 5 Music Loves of the week (in no specific order):

1. This Matt & Kim video. I mean, Matt & Kim + muppets + bobbleheads = GREAT!!!

2. Spoon’s The Underdog which you can find on their myspace. Really it’s a summer jam. Like no other, even.

3. Le Tigre’s “Keep On Livin’” I had completely forgotten how optimistic and straightforward this song was, until stumbling upon it in my iTunes this week. When in college, I might have had multiple moments to this album, it’s just so honestly fantastic that it leaves little room for cynicism (the video quality is really bad, but what can you do?):

4. The Rub DJs Brooklyn Radio Show. When I listen to this at work, I can’t help but bop at my desk and I’m sure it leads to some sort of running joke of my coworkers.

5. Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours” album. Hit after Hit after Hit. I can’t stop listening to this record and i realize that it’s not a new revelation for most people, but Fleetwood Mac plays the sweet sweet music.

waste the cultural capital on habits of the body

softly

blindfolded with nylon plastic fabric
so that every time you move
it would pinch

and make you stop
waste much slower than before

Cookie just wanted you to sit and spoil
wait for the day to puncture through until
you were more tangled than net

but she had no idea

when she left
you would follow

circumstances of a boring rebirth
in that, you lost your ability
to learn. A published perception.

how’s that disfigured mouth you leap from
the click-click of the jaw
vanished onto the concrete block
with houses that wear new denim
with an atlas cemented inside a closet
if you tried a little smarter to make the day fresh
I’m sure she’d notice when you breathe out
you howl louder than a covetous coyote
and she might cast her vision like fishing line-

Did you guys know Juliette Lewis had a band ? I mean, I might have heard that once, but I guess I didn’t imagine this. At first glance the website is as irritating as Juliette and The Licks seem. They’ve got tons of over produced show ‘pics’ and their myspace has 12 pages of photos.

The music, well, lets say the lyrics run its coarse along side Joan Jetty and Papa Roachy, not to put special focus on 13 year poetry, but perhaps its pretty close? You can gringe and frown to the whole new album online. I cried real tears I was so dissapointed by Juliette, how could she be so lame ? But then I watched the music videos and not only did it all make sense, it made so much sense, I’m back in love.

How dare I distrust Old School star Ms. Lewis. Music connoisseurs look else where OK, its fucking Juliette Lewis. Venuszine (Venus Magazine) is having a “What would you ask Juliette Lewis?” contest. I’m going to ask her why she’s wearing that feather on her head.

My mother’s orchids are dead

She stopped watching the weather
to sit on her green fiberglass covered patio.

She misses them, this I know, but not today

The greyest cloud could pour
schools of fishy yellow packets
with kissing petals and lippy pistils,
and purple pointy stamen
potted, perky to pollinate
her orchid kingdom
and thrive once more,

But she will not budge.

The roots are still moist
the soil too, there would be lots
of saving,

but their leaves, necrotic brown,
charred by the sky
will just have to do-