greetings from mahogany-toned philadelphia

let me first take a moment to apologize to all my readers out there for my prolonged absence from the blogosphere, as i know these multitudes were very nearly lost without me. and oh yeah, i feel like a total tool when i use a word like 'blogosphere.' knowing full well that you, perkibird, are probably the only living soul with an interest in these words, i will spare the life update which i so mysteriously feel obligated to post. you know that ive worked and played and had some fun in the garden state. but...

did you know that ive decided that when i finally get around to writing the great american novel [when im in my thirties and unemployed, most likely], it will be in the second person? ill bet you didnt. theres just something all-together appetizing about writing in the second person. im a sucker for anything so written.

did you also know that i quite recently had my watch repaired? shane and i broke it while wrestling sometime in march or april, and it had been out of commission ever since. my dad has proven to be quite the handyman in the throes of his midlife crisis, so i was able to earn a watchband tan in the few short days i vacationed.

or how about this tidbit--i listened to jimi hendrix's 'castles made of sand' on my new old [newly broken] phonograph just before leaving jersey, and consequently had the urge to buy a bandanna at a gas station somewhere in rural virginia, which i am currently wearing.

did you know im jealous of your big ol' brain? you know so many things around which i dont think i could ever wrap my noggin. and yes i just made a conscious effort to avoid leaving a preposition at the end of that sentence. that sort of thing requires such effort from me. philosophy is a bunch of gobbledy goop to me, so if ever you and i have the time, you should impart some of the wisdom of the ages to me.

also, if ever you and i have the time, we should grab a nice dinner in a nice place and pretend to be grown ups. the art of pretending to pretend might just make us feel young again...until we point out all the grey hairs to each other.

who decides whether grey or gray is more acceptable? i prefer grey, thinking it the more distinguished of the two, yet spell checker has underlined it. my big paper dictionary claims both are kosher, though the definition appears under gray only. i think the tastemaker in the sky got this one wrong. and while im at it, theres another thing weve gotten wrong along the way: whilst.
why no one uses it, ill never be able to fathom. so classy. speaks of autumn leaves and repp ties to me.

and by now you shouldve forgotten that you dont understand the title of this post. well let me remind you--youre completely at a loss. i found an old postcard showing the interior of a restaurant in philly saturated in, you guessed it, mahogany tones. i hear postsecret calling...

and i will post no music today, mainly because im working on a mixtape anyhow, but also because im lazy. i will post a video, however.


sups to bigstereo for the video

YOU KNOW THE DRILL!

MANGO OUT!

sorry couldnt help myself. this guy i met in jersey, he runs a celebrity blog, mango out, and hes basically the most ridiculous human being ive ever met. he knows more about lindsay lohan than her own mother does.

au revoir