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posted by JMW at 10:50 PM
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
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- Name: JMW
- Location: Brooklyn, New York
John Williams is still maintaining this blog, despite rumors to the contrary.
Self-Love: My Favorite ASWOBA Posts, or The Types of Thing You Can Expect Here
- Ayn Rand's Universe
- Aughts Thoughts
- My First Karaoke
- Chuck E. Fright
- Against "Free"
- DFW, RIP
- The Texas Rangers and Me
- 'Five Songs' Series
- Favorite 100 Albums
- Favorite 100 Movies
- Annotations
- Pro Wrestling
- Very Unprofessional Wrestling
- Film reviews
- More Film reviews
- Discussions with Friends
- Discovering Classics
- Chatting Robots
- Long Book Reviews
- Long-Overdue Book Reviews
- Monitoring Traffic
- Enduring the Subway
- Organized Religion
- Laughter and Giant Squid
- I Might Never Feel Settled Down
- The End of Civilization
- Remembering Kurt (Not Cobain)
- Babbling About Music
- Geographical Considerations
- Mental Wanderlust
- Church Musings
- A Rare Visit with the Doctor
- Cinematic Crushes
- Publishing/Books
- Self-Deprecation
- Watching Awards Shows
- Speak, Memory
- First Post Ever (Including Explanation of the Blog's Name)
Previous Posts
- Chuck's Blind Spot
- Ladies' Night
- Endy's Grab
- Xavier Lets It Slip Away
- Hanson-D'Souza: Steel Cage Match
- Capote Redux
- Who Needs a Vacation, Anyway?
- Freedom of Commenting
- Coming Attractions
- Another Wednesday Song
4 Comments:
you were in my dream last night. you were very short and somewhat pudgy, and though you were initially excited to see me when you found me listening to a bob mould song, you quickly became impatient and wanted me to leave. this was at your office. at one point, i left my phone in a hallway, and when i came back to it, someone had stolen the numbers, but left the display. just thought you might appreciate that.
how funny, i too dreamt about you! you were rail thin and tall as the chrysler building and carrying a cane that was a telephone pole, with tassels dangling, that were its frayed phone lines. whenever you spotted people purchasing music you considered second-rate you would jab them with your cane -- rather like boy george when he was reprimanded by nyc for druggy behavior or whatever it was, and had to clear litter from a park -- raise them to your face and nip the cd from their hands with your giant teeth, then chomp it to bits and spit it through the nearest open office window! it was so scary. everyone became terrified that their taste in music would be judged. this was in the streets surrounding your office. i dropped my phone on the corner of 57th St and 5th Avenue, in front of the Tiffanys display windows, and when i returned you had crushed it, having mistaken it for something by cat stevens.
i was serious about having the dream.
I welcome all reports of dreams about me, true or not.
Also, I like many a Cat Stevens song.
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