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Aug 27, 2014
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An Incomplete List Of Dumb Things I’ve Said To My Cats

1. “Are you sweatin’? Sweatin’ to the oldies?”
2. “No, silly, we let crickets LIVE for good KARMA.”


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Aug 26, 2014
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This is what our cat sees when she dreams I’m sure of it.

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Aug 25, 2014
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Beyoncé: “Close” Captions


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Aug 12, 2014
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Watching the pilot episode of Mork & Mindy. So many of my friends all over the place are talking about their own issues with depression and I just want to say that I am here and you have my number. If you don’t have my number, write to me at thatcupoftea@gmail.com and I’ll give it to you if you think you might need it some day. Reach out if you are able, and I’ll check in on you as often as I can.

Watching the pilot episode of Mork & Mindy. So many of my friends all over the place are talking about their own issues with depression and I just want to say that I am here and you have my number. If you don’t have my number, write to me at thatcupoftea@gmail.com and I’ll give it to you if you think you might need it some day. Reach out if you are able, and I’ll check in on you as often as I can.


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Aug 4, 2014
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Record Haul No. ???

Yes - 90125
Rusty Warren - Knockers Up!
Crowded House - s/t
Elvis Presley - Mahalo from Elvis
Gordon Lightfoot - Lightfoot!
Duran Duran - Rio
The Rolling Stones - Goats Head Soup
Judy Garland - At Carnegie Hall In Person
The Monkees - Head
Concert for Bangladesh

Every Monday night I volunteer at a used book warehouse that supports the public library. We spend a few hours sorting through blue plastic bins of books, either library discards or donations from the public.  Most of it is half chewed mildewed Bibles and ex-library James Patterson that we put into dumpsters for recycling. Sometimes there are interesting covers I photograph and put on Instagram.

They also sell records for a dollar a disc. Every once in a while I will come home with a Hall & Oates album or The Warriors soundtrack and we will spin a few tunes to wind down from volunteering while we cook (or, usually, J cooks) dinner. Tonight, I browsed the records after I’d combed through boxes of mass market paperbacks about Catholicism and ESP, and picked up Duran Duran, Yes, Crowded House, Elvis Presley. I saw the above album, by David Batteau, who I’d never heard of, and thought the sketch on the cover looked like a character in the Eve Babitz novel I’m taking way too long to read because I’m enjoying each sentence so much I’m reading them twice. The title was even “Happy in Hollywood” which seemed very Babitzian and pleased me. I tucked it in with the rest of my stash on a whim.

As I brought my stack to the register, Bindy, the head volunteer, told me that two of the other volunteers, Kathy and Shannon, had brought in hundreds of records they’d cleared out during their recent move. She let me go into the back room and sort through their stash after we closed for the night. Mostly Connie Francis records and Bill Cosby, some heavily scratched Cher. I found a Monkees album that looked like it had been chewed by a cat, but took it anyway. I also took The Rolling Stones, Concert for Bangladesh, and Judy Garland’s Carnegie Hall performance.

I added up my discs, and decided to put back the David Batteau with his mustache that looked like a book character to make it an even $10.

I left the warehouse clutching my haul, crossed the street to get jerk chicken wings from the Senegalese place in the tiny strip mall, and thought about the guy in the mustache. How often we see something that strikes our fancy, but can’t say why, but then later it turns out that there was a reason it was attractive to us in the first place. I got home and set aside the predictable records, the ones I knew already, and looked up David Batteau. He had a song called Spaceship Earth on YouTube, and within the first few notes I was cursing putting the record back in the stacks.

Sometimes we should give in, trust the things we’re attracted to, not spend too much time thinking about whether the attraction is worth spending time on. Life is worth spending time on. I know I’ll go back for that record. Love is worth spending time on.

I haven’t done one of these Record Haul posts in a while, but sitting here listening to Neil Finn singing about the world where you live (with a hint of tree frog seeping in from the woods outside) I’m thinking it’s good to write about the little things you enjoy once in a while. That’s what I miss most when I’m away from Tumblr for a while: this is where we fan out. Where we say, here, I like this, I don’t know why, but I do. And somehow it’s a valid part of who we are.

Record Haul No. ???

Yes - 90125
Rusty Warren - Knockers Up!
Crowded House - s/t
Elvis Presley - Mahalo from Elvis
Gordon Lightfoot - Lightfoot!
Duran Duran - Rio
The Rolling Stones - Goats Head Soup
Judy Garland - At Carnegie Hall In Person
The Monkees - Head
Concert for Bangladesh

Every Monday night I volunteer at a used book warehouse that supports the public library. We spend a few hours sorting through blue plastic bins of books, either library discards or donations from the public. Most of it is half chewed mildewed Bibles and ex-library James Patterson that we put into dumpsters for recycling. Sometimes there are interesting covers I photograph and put on Instagram.

They also sell records for a dollar a disc. Every once in a while I will come home with a Hall & Oates album or The Warriors soundtrack and we will spin a few tunes to wind down from volunteering while we cook (or, usually, J cooks) dinner. Tonight, I browsed the records after I’d combed through boxes of mass market paperbacks about Catholicism and ESP, and picked up Duran Duran, Yes, Crowded House, Elvis Presley. I saw the above album, by David Batteau, who I’d never heard of, and thought the sketch on the cover looked like a character in the Eve Babitz novel I’m taking way too long to read because I’m enjoying each sentence so much I’m reading them twice. The title was even “Happy in Hollywood” which seemed very Babitzian and pleased me. I tucked it in with the rest of my stash on a whim.

As I brought my stack to the register, Bindy, the head volunteer, told me that two of the other volunteers, Kathy and Shannon, had brought in hundreds of records they’d cleared out during their recent move. She let me go into the back room and sort through their stash after we closed for the night. Mostly Connie Francis records and Bill Cosby, some heavily scratched Cher. I found a Monkees album that looked like it had been chewed by a cat, but took it anyway. I also took The Rolling Stones, Concert for Bangladesh, and Judy Garland’s Carnegie Hall performance.

I added up my discs, and decided to put back the David Batteau with his mustache that looked like a book character to make it an even $10.

I left the warehouse clutching my haul, crossed the street to get jerk chicken wings from the Senegalese place in the tiny strip mall, and thought about the guy in the mustache. How often we see something that strikes our fancy, but can’t say why, but then later it turns out that there was a reason it was attractive to us in the first place. I got home and set aside the predictable records, the ones I knew already, and looked up David Batteau. He had a song called Spaceship Earth on YouTube, and within the first few notes I was cursing putting the record back in the stacks.

Sometimes we should give in, trust the things we’re attracted to, not spend too much time thinking about whether the attraction is worth spending time on. Life is worth spending time on. I know I’ll go back for that record. Love is worth spending time on.

I haven’t done one of these Record Haul posts in a while, but sitting here listening to Neil Finn singing about the world where you live (with a hint of tree frog seeping in from the woods outside) I’m thinking it’s good to write about the little things you enjoy once in a while. That’s what I miss most when I’m away from Tumblr for a while: this is where we fan out. Where we say, here, I like this, I don’t know why, but I do. And somehow it’s a valid part of who we are.


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Aug 3, 2014
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bremser:

Jaclyn Wright

bremser:

Jaclyn Wright

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Aug 3, 2014
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Jul 23, 2014
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Cleveland: Come eat hot dogs with me! »

I’ll be at The Happy Dog in Cleveland tonight at 7:30 talking about Cincinnati. Come say hi!


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Jul 22, 2014
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nevver:

Emmylou Harris

Oh hooray, Buckle Up. I hope this sticks around for next year. So many good local festivals in Cincinnati. (And I was super bummed to miss Emmylou.)

nevver:

Emmylou Harris

Oh hooray, Buckle Up. I hope this sticks around for next year. So many good local festivals in Cincinnati. (And I was super bummed to miss Emmylou.)

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Jul 22, 2014
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The Cincinnati Anthology

A belated thanks to Chris for taking the best pictures of everything. (Plus, he caught my Grandpa whistling int he background.)

chrisglass:

The Cincinnati Anthology

A belated thanks to Chris for taking the best pictures of everything. (Plus, he caught my Grandpa whistling int he background.)