Acoustic guitar = Ninevah

Big show tonight at Eclipse Records
In St. Paul with cathy Crescendo, Parachutes Fail, and Nyko Olson. The place looks pretty cool. It's a record store with a smallish arcade and the back third of it is devoted to a room for rocking out. Which we will gladly do. Jacob is playing drums for me tonight, but I have retiredy electric guitar for now, after an awful showing at The Red Sea a couple weeks ago. I'm a regular Jonah, running from the thing that gives me life: the acoustic guitar. But instead of ending up in the belly of a fish, I ended up in a weird middle eastern dive bar playing for a handful of gracious people. If you were there and on the off-chance your one of my 2.4 semi-regular readers, I promise this will be a better show. I'll do my best to remember to give you a rundown tomorrow.

The Internet is melting my brain

Oh man. Twitter has hooked me and now I'm nearly incapable of focusing my attention on anything.

Is it even a question anymore whether the technological age is related to the rise in ADD? (I gues that was a question.)

Point: I need to go camping. Or pull all the fuses out of my fuse box.

Proof: Ask yourself: Are these blogs making any sense? Is he using too many colons? Too many question marks? Too many topics?

Microblogging

I've gone back on my word. And back to Twitter. @americannovel

The thing about Twitter is it's a little like learning a foreign language. Or like understanding a different alphabet. Or like how if you know anything about sabermetrics it completely changes how you follow baseball. Or maybe I just have baseball embedded into my brain.

Baseball

Opening day was yesterday so you can expect fewer updates. Because I love baseball. And I'm in a fantasy league that will steal my brain and melt it into little drinks of sabermetrics. I hope I can complete my graduate school, find a new job, and put out a record, but with baseball in the air it doesn't look good. Wish me luck.

Vacation Illness

It's the worst. You get a week off of work and what happens? Your body breaks down. Sarah and Eden and I are in Arkansas right now visiting some of our best friends, Jon and Holly Neeley. They sold their house a couple months ago and are living in a camper in the park of their small town. It's awesome. Anyway, we got here yesterday, after spending a couple days with my grandparents and we were having a great time until the middle of the night last night when Eden and Sarah both got stung by the stomach bug. Injustice! This is vacation. It ought to be illegal. Viruses should have to follow social rules or something.