I spent a lot of money today, buying a few non-essential items.  But they're pretty neat-o.  I bought the most expensive pair of shoes I've ever bought, ironcially at a time when I have the least money ever.  My brother Geoff is in town, and he recommended them.  I probably wouldn't have even considered them, but at the time his logic made a certain amount of sense.  I'm not so sure now.  Now I feel a little self-conscious about my foot wear.  I don't know why.  It's not like anyone will ever scrutinize my shoes.  Why do people presume that other people will care about little things like shoes.  You know, you getted dressed in the morning, and get dressed and try to not look too stupid, but why?  No one cares, and even if you look like a total clown, is anybody going to even think about it for more than 2 seconds?  And does anyone ever notice subtle changed in your day-to-day appearance?  So why do you even waste any time thinking about it?  By the way, all the "you" pronouns should read "me."

    Anyhow, I also picked up a few cds on my little excursion.  While in the shoe store, the soundtrack to the movie "Magnolia" was playing, and I really liked the movie and the soundtrack, so i went out and got that.  It's a very peacefull little disc.  I also bought Superchunk's 1994 cd, Foolish. This was a very popular album with me about 1995 or 96.  I often borrowed it from James while we were in college.  I only really like two songs on it, "Like a Fool," and "Driveway to Driveway."  But it seemed worth picking up for 10 bucks, on the chance that there would be at least one otber song I liked on it.  So far, that's not proving true.  But it was worth it for those two songs.  I've kind of grown out of this kind of power alterna-pop.  And I don't really like Superchunk all that much.  But it brings back fond memories.  I did see the lead singer's side project once, by accident, on a random night when James and I drove up to Charlottesville, to the Tokyo Rose. We didn't know why the place was so packed.  So it was kinda cool to see Mac from Superchunk there, where usually small obscure plans play.  Most of the bigger bands don't play the Tokyo Rose, so that made me respect the place a bit more.  I suppose part of it was the fact that we were in such a small college town, and seeing anyone almost noteworthy was kind of cool.
    Coincidentally, Doug, who I spoke with a few days ago, told me many years ago that he could never like a band with the word "super" anywhere in its name. Such as Supersuckers, Superdrag, Supertramp, and such and such.
    So jed and I went down to Great Lakes after I got back.  I think I'm going there way too often.
 

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