alone above the square

Made some spaghetti with my homemade sauce earlier. The sauce had an especially strong dose of basil, a miscalculation on my part in the preparation process. Regardless, once it sat atop a mound of linguine, all was forgiven. That and some poor man's garlic bread made it a good night. If it weren't for me, nobody in this house would get fed.

Me and Brian tried to watch "The Tree of Wooden Clogs" tonight. Apparently it's good, it won grand prize at Cannes and all that. I guess tonight just wasn't the night for a sprawling epic about Italian peasant farmers. I don't think I'll eat pork again after watching that movie. It made me sick to my stomach.

We're coming along on our most recent songwriting attempt. It's kind of bizarre, but in a good way. The changes almost seem random, and it gives the song a really progressive, shifty flow to it. It's about swimming on pigs and landing on dogs. I feel like I'm becoming more comfortable presenting ideas and working in a functional practice. The trick will be busting our asses and keeping it up, I suppose.

And getting a cowbell.