Blogtronix, Part Quatre

Good evening, and welcome to the fourth installment within a suite under the label “Blogtronix.” Unlike the progenator Blogtronix and its companion blog, “Blogtronix Dux,” both from Austin, TX — and unlike Blogtronix Trois, from Bethlehem, PA — this blog reaches you from West Acton, MA, where some (spoken unabashedly) really neat things have been up! This blog, Blogtronix normative, is an enumeration thereof.

Massachusetts Towns I’ve Visited This Week

This data is tabulated by means of an imprecise sort algorithm that takes into account factors such as east-west geographical placement, the complexities of human memory, and the sequence of the visits, starting with those less recent.

Where?	When?	What?	With Who?	Why?	How?	Notes.
Northampton	Like, last Thursday, I think.	Ben’s Poetry Recital a nice drive some nice cafes a tasty dinner	Ben Ben’s Parents Joey Lawton Joey’s mom (Gretchen) Simon Metcalf’s mom (Rebecca Winborn) other customers of the Green Street Cafe	Ben was going to read some poems and it’s a nice drive out to western Massachusetts.	Via car, about a 90 minute ride.	I was asked to make a website for the Green Street Cafe in exchange for some free dinners. The proposition sounds favorable.

Ugh. That’s actually really painstaking to organize data into that complex nest of HTML tags, so I’m going to break from that information management utility and just start going buckwild in some paragraphs, cool?

Today when I got off at the South Acton train station where my mom was going to pick me up to drive down the street back home, some fucked shit happened:

1. The car had been low on oil and should not have been being driven. The engine sounded really god-awful.
2. We stalled getting up the hill out of the commuter rail parking lot, and two guys stopped to help me push it up the hill and over a snow bank. (This was before things had been plowed adequately, and the storm was yet on.)
3. The engine started to emit a foul odor, in addition to the unpleasant metal-on-metal clunking of the already damaged piston within the block.
4. We drove to a gas station and started pouring in quarts of oil.
5. The car stalled on Main st., and I had to again push it — this time, into the K-mart parking lot. The battery was also dead by now too, obv. Again, some dudes were kind to help out.
6. Once the car was in the K-mart parking lot, I went into K-mart to use the Men’s Quarters, and to buy some more motor oil. There was a pretty girl working there who made some smiling comment about my hair being covered in snow. This was cool, but I was on my way to buy motor oil. More on this in the next enumerated bullet.
7. Having attained the desired oils, I headed back towards the registers, and again was met by a smiling, attractive young woman, working at K-mart. See Appendix A for further details.
8. (Compression) The car was wicked fucked, Jack’s dad came to give us a jump, but ultimately we left the thing in the parking lot and rode home with him to West Acton. See Appendix B for how this affected plans to go to Florida.

Appendix A

Yea, there was like a cute K-mart babe. Here is a slap-stick rehash of the transpirations there with. For a truly authentic reproduction (omg oximo) please put on Beck’s “Debra” at this point.

Oh hey, yea I was just saying before that your hair is really wet.

Oh yea, I just saw it. I’ll have to do something about it.

(Something or other w/e)

Yea, our car just broke down so we’re having quite a fun night out there

Oh well I have some jumper cables in my car, I could -

Yea no, it’s cool babe. My buddy’s on his way — yea, we should be all set. But I’ll be back for you.

So ends Appendix A.

Appendix B

Yea, I was supposed to be leaving for Tampa, FL today at like, idk, 3:00am, but the car’s out of commission so we had to move that up a few days. Dollars will be sorely spent for engineering reparations. Your donations will be kindly received.

Resumption of Blogtronix Main Sequence

This thing is an organizational nightmare, you know, Tabs? Righto, so here’s some other stuff “whats been good,” “‘n’ such.”

Today I went to the North End during the haht of the snow storm and looked out over onto the hahba, then went to McGann’s “Irish Pub” (Est. 1995) to grab a few mid-Sunday beers, as one standardly does. It was a really pretty, quiet, cold, and wet outing. The harbor was really pretty – water during a storm is always so active and intense. Colors look so much more rich and alive when the Sun can’t get directly to them. Today was largely about White, Brown, Navy, Grey and Black, and mute Pink – very easy to get along with. Watched a bit of the bopats game — fahkin creamed This Arizona Team, buddy.

The night prior (last night) I went to see Shoot the Piano Player, a pretty organic French film from 1962. Benj and I met up with Gallen, this dude from Virgina. Afterwards, we looked back and noticed that several people we knew were there: Kelly, the alluring Berklee singer-songwriter who, by our extended eye contact and my general awkwardness around her I can detect is apparently a would-be-crush of mine, and like, some other of Ben’s brahskis from BU. So we got some coffee and walked through Harvard and had a chat, et cetera, then this and that, I drank a six pack and went sledding with some people I didn’t know in Allston.

The night prior to that aforementioned I also went sledding in Allston, and went to some basement rock show and then this party in Allston where there were three or four guys in the kitchen wearing argile sweaters, most of whom were redheads. Good banter and cheer was up for the grab. And Modane called me and asked Ben out on a date and then hung up on me while I was discussing how I didn’t necessarily appreciate her while we were dating. The degree of tastelessness was second only to my treatment of this unnecessary-to-publish material in an inpromptu stream-of-conscious public web log.

So, yea, I’m going to Florida for a few days in a few days, and then I’ll be back in this Neck ‘o’ the’, and then with any of Allah’s grace, I’ll get to do my New Hampshire thing that I so frequently and ardently blogX.

Etymology of the Days of the Week in English, Spanish

English Language Revisions Tutorial: Moon Day, Tiu’s Day, Woden’s Day, Thor’s Day, Friar’s Day, Saturn Day, Sun Day. If these were quick to recollect, you have made a first.
Spanish Language Revisions (adapted for typographical convenience on an English (US) keyboard layout, and also for assimilation to this point of topic): Moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Sabbath, Sun

Well I guess that’s really all I was trying to get at. Kind of weird, this part, huh? Probably would be cool to look up Tiu, Woden and Thor, but man oh man is mythology boring as a hog. Hoot! Well, best to leave on a high note, then, eh?

Better yet, let’s grab one:

Shoutoutz Section (Banal Reissue):

(Banal? Totally fucking unnecessary. I know you’re trying to step up the lingo for a published work here Jameson, but that’s just sort of tacky to plug in some cherry like that into an apple pie.)

Um, basically, I’d like 2 get a shoutout for my boys, my ladiez, and those who aint up on here, u know u got my luv, aight.

• Ben Shurtleff. Of note: Ben’s recent hilarious parody of a college student describing “Johnny Law Harvard,” a local police officer: “Johnny Law Hahvahd comes in and you think, oh fahk, the pahties ova — no, the pahties just gettin stahted.”
• Bone – sick tunes U r working on. Enjoyed having a listen while freeboating on your couch this weekend.
• Morgan Blair (am currently chatting online with her. Sup 4u?)
• Alexandra Owensby (ditto.)

Best,
and Kind Regards,
Jameson