That Thirsty Little Dachshund (apologies to Marie Provost)

Flashcubes In Cortland, July 20th

Details for all of my Japanese readers soon.

Sinking Again

A Slightly Higher Low

Stooping To New Lows

Continuing with the coffee-photo theme, at one of Syracuse's premier dining spots.

Freedom To "Rock" (1978 edition)

This afternoon's coffee event is taking place at a Syracuse chainlet called Freedom of Espresso. I'm at the flagship location in the uber-fashionable Armory Square district, while the radio in the background expels the stale air of a local station whose playlist hasn't changed one bit since 1978 or so (1978 in Syracuse, mind you, so there's not one whiff of anything resembling the "new wave" so popular in more sophisticated burgs around that time). As my drink was being expertly mixed, Steve Miller's "Jungle Love" flatulated its way from the speakers. That gave way to Skynyrd, of all things -- !! -- followed by a little Tom Petty (bad Petty, that is, in the form of "Free Falling").

The Event Of The Decade

This Friday, July 20, in exciting and historic Cortland, New York (click on the photo above to see the details).
http://www.luckyscortlandny.com

Text and Photos Soon

Orville Redenbacher Would've Been 100 Today, Had He Not Drowned In His Hot Tub 12 Years Ago

A rattlesnake bit a golfing enthusiast somewhere in the Continental U.S. today, according to Cable News Network coverage on view at the Philadelphia airport. The earthquake-oriented radioactive water spill in Japan is getting about the same level of coverage -- apparently, the possibility of the birth of Godzilla doesn't mean much to CNN executives.

Coffee at O'Hare

My flight to Philadelphia is delayed a bit, and thus I nurse a coffee from the Corner Bakery Cafe. I hadn't planned to consume any coffee this morning -- this would've been a truly eventful occurrence -- in the wake of a rare (albeit mild) hangover occasioned by a trip last night to see the inimitable Jay Reatard at the Hideout once I'd had my fill of De La Soul (i.e., about five minutes' worth).

On to Syracuse. I wonder if it'll be even more beleagured than the last time my Salt City and I spent time together. No need to answer that rhetorical question.

Pitchfork Fest: Like Attending Woodstock Had I Been Born in 1924

More photos and actual narrative coming after I get to Syracuse on the 16th and have a surfeit of time to waste weblogging.

The Sellout

Dragged Through The Dirt in Chicago

Or is it the garden? Just had one of those fortified intestinal missiles at the Portillo's flagship in Fisherman's North -- or is it the River Quarter? Also consumed one of the food-oriented-blog-renowned Italian beef sandwiches.

You need to know where I am this minute, so I'll oblige: Argo, a would-be Starbucks of tea (the menu boards are very similar to those at McCoffee) with seven locations, all in Chicago or nearby Evanston.

More detail will be posted later, probably after the upcoming evening of mathrock, rapping and Thurston Moore sightings.

Greetings