Mystery Train

I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.

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Name: Eric Maloney
Location: Seattle, WA

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Sunday, April 10, 2005

Lee Harvey Acted Alone!

I don't update this thing very much. Sorry 'bout that. And so you see... okay, current commentary... whass hap'nin' wit' yer old friend in Seattle... Got a regular job type job, it goes well. Been going to some fantastic concerts lately: Dylan, Costello, Supersuckers, Clumsy Lovers, Flight to Mars, Paul Westerberg, Modest Mouse. Just bought some trousers, now I can ditch the old fat clothes, which had been looking retarded as my waist is 10 inches smaller now than it was a year ago - the MC Hammer look wasn't working for me. Finally got a decent turntable and as a result have been dropping the needle and spending much quality time with everyone from Otis Redding and Cheap Trick (have those 2 ever been mentioned side by side?) to Cat Stevens and the Carpenters. And, speaking of quality time... in the name of respect and not jinxing anything - you know as a member of Red Sox Nation, I tread delicately around curses, jinxes, and superstitions - no specifics shall be offered up, but... I've recently been spending time with someone who... hmmm... how to put this... well, I'm not putting any carriages in front of any horses here, I'm just sayin', there's something very nice going on in my personal life. Words that come to mind to describe this person... interesting... compelling... strong... independent... cerebral... witty... engaging... charming... exciting... energetic... impressive... creative... artistic... (did I mention she's also ridiculously beautiful?). So, uh, yeah. Lastly, I must share this thing that's been stuck to my head like flypaper. The Red Sox have a new shortstop this year, Edgar Renteria. He's on my Fantasy team. I just can't think of this player without thinking of his last name to the tune of the Sublime song "Santeria." The chorus goes "I don't practice santeria..." and so I frequently imagine spring training where Manny Ramirez calls him up in the morning and sings, "We got practice, Renteria..." Hopefully, describing this oddly recurring thought here will purge it from my brain. Bye for now. I'll try to start updating this thing monthly.