Wreck loose // A seed is drowned

This time of the year I get "wracked" with things: illness, guilt, uppers, etc. But none of that gonna let me down, not this time, nuh-uh. 'Cause I've just discovered the powers of apple cider vinegar. Mix that shit up with soy sauce and some garlic wok oil and reduce and you start feeling pretty damn cookworthy. I get odded out by myself though 'cause I only like cooking while listening to that old jazz or even old timey-r crackledelic folk style. Mingus Ah Um or Goodbye Babylon (the box you need) and that is what gets me to do anything beyond chopping cilantro in ramen and calling it pad thai.

I further bummed my damn self by going to the ol' Barnes and Noble for some Sunday evening browsing and to compound that whole I am getting older I flipped through the Fader and kind of glared at an issue of Magnet and didn't see a copy of the Wire and then bought the fuckin' Economist. Tryin' ta better something. But yeah, I actually learned something already from the first two pages and it wasn't, like, that some people still mistakenly like Beck (what I learn from Wired) or that some people mistakenly every liked the Hold Steady (just about any other glossy). Anyways, I guess it's my problem 'cause I keep my eyes peeked at all this shit-media, but Arthur only comes out every other month and Blastitude is updated like once every 2 decades or something. I need more lest I ever have to start sacrificing breadth for depth.

Speaking of which, I still haven't seen any interspeak on the MF Grimm triple disc that I just found out got released sometime. If you review music and are reading this tell me what to think 'cause I liked The Downfall of Iblys quite a bit but haven't heard from that dude since he did the whole GM/beef with Doom/what have you thing.

Oh yeah, why is adult swim so closely affiliated with underground rap music now? Is this okay with people in general? I don't watch that shit, so I don't know. It always makes me think of my ol' fat manager back when I waited tables, always imitating that fucking meatball thing (I think). Sucked.

Also, if anyone has a spare copy of the Book of Am LP version please send it my way 'cause that shit is expensive and I need it "for review purposes".

I'm gonna make this winter the first in which I run crazy in the mountains.