You might not get this if you’re not a New Yorker, but I thought I might send this out to all yall in the public transportation spectrum. Over here in New York City we got these nondescript little orange cards that cost lots of money and allow a commuter to travel from one place to another. These “MetroCards” can be refilled, unless you decide to purchase a *Weekly or Monthly card.*

I don’t know why these cards are different, but they are. They require a whole new card every time you buy one and so if you’re anything like me at the end of buying one you’re left with two identical looking cards with two very different values.

* Card A is worthless.
* Card B is worth $70

I, however, in putting my credit card away, after buying my new MetroCard, have gotten totally confused which is which.

This isn’t a complicated process, but the fact that I am now unsure which card is which is very disconcerting. I will find out which card is which when I swipe it at the turnstile to gain access to the subway, but this uncertainty will follow me even after I’ve swiped the right card and folded the wrong one in half to distinguish it as _not the right one._

You will sometimes find me, down on the platform, in front of a trash can, reluctantly letting go of the bent metrocard, fearing that just maybe it was the good one and I have just thrown away $70.

The good news is, the crap I was dealing with last week has been resolved… well most of it has been resolved. Some things just have a staying power that weekends can’t cleanse.

The bad news is that new things have replaced the old and the grind has been reborn with all new spikey edges.

The spectacle of my life is beginning to wear on me.

Something’s got to give.

Although I have said it 53 million times before, I have decided to play my music for real. I have the new guitar, I have the new songs, I have the look… now all I need is the courage. Mr. cowardly Lion.

When I start making noises, I’ll record a few new ones for you guys… untill then, “enjoy an old one from 1997.”:https://www.upthetree.com/media/iwould.m4a It’s from when I was a baby.

I’m off to my business trip, complete with respectable clothes, a new haircut, and a hopeful expectation that this will all be over after tomorrow.

_Need weekend… bad._

I am slaving away at the job recently, dealing with an apparent torrent of work that has been coming in.

My good pal on the west coast is loosing her apartment.

Elliott Smith dies.

I get a new computer, which doesn’t know me at all.

We come in 10 grand over budget on a project and quickly have to tap-dance some new figures.

I have to fly out to upstate New York on Thursday.

I need a suit and tie for the big meeting.

I have a killer hemorrhoid from a sculpt class I took at my gym with a nazi instructor. (breath when doing exercises people)

I feel like I’m getting fat.

It’s supposed to rain tonight.

“We’ll miss you.”:http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/news/03-10/22.shtml

_My friend Steve is going to be devastated._

“in the iTunesStore”:http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=2893900