Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Waiting outside the hospital as a chirpy fire alarm bleated as aimlessly as the blank-faced fireman poked around their trucks while severely young mothers and fathers cradled their half-clothed children rousted in the middle of checkups with fetching (and less severely) young doctor-types (or at least pretty possibles with white coats and fashion eyeglasses), I texted whomever was willing rescue me from ennui while waiting for the shots any responsible person would consent to when traveling to India.

Cracked Right Through The Middle

The Walkmen / Pop Levi / Lykke Li / Friendly Fires / TV on the Radio / Karl Blau / Portastatic / Glen Campbell

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