so i’ll be honest: i don’t have enough followers for a satisfying live-tweet. but that doesn’t mean i won’t tell the internet all about the exciting twelve hour drive from cincinnati to new york. and even though you’re one of maybe…7 people who read this blog, that doesn’t mean i’m not going to tell you some funny and/or poignant things too. starting with “INSANITY.”

we played a couple of shows with the full band this last weekend, and when we stayed with devin’s parents friday night, he told us about this workout tape he’d been doing called “INSANITY.” and maybe i’m just a skeptical chunker (i definitely am), but it seemed hauntingly similar to Tae-Bo. you got a new billy blanks dude shouting at you to do “mummy kicks” for an hour. and then i take your picture and put it on the internet. i may be fat, but at least i have a blog to make fun of skinny people.

this is fusion. uh, fuzion. FUSIAN. which i pronounce “eff you, cyan.” because that color is bad. and yeah, i know what you’re thinking – “Jimmie…don’t go in that obviously market-researched, modern, branded, terrible bistro. It will be expensive, terrible, and not filling.” well guess what? wrong.

FUSIAN is a two-of in Cincinnati that makes the best sushi I’ve ever had. they make it subway style, right in front of you, and even though a premium roll is $6.50 (which is still very, very cheap), it is as much food as two normal rolls. now i know the sushi snobs out there are reeling, “but REAL sushi is a pile of rice with raw fish on it.” fine. you eat that sushi, i’ll have the shit covered in what looks to be mayonnaise. anyway, if you could – please harass them on twitter until they open one in Madison. thank you (@EATFUSIAN).

Cincinnati is completely awesome. my favorite part is definitely Over-the-Rhine, believed to be the largest intact historic urban district in the United States. this is just the edge – there are better shots on google image search, but this one has the van in it. hell yeah.
speaking of vans, i want to talk about this one a little bit.

you remember this guy? if so, you get 40 indie street cred points. i think you can spend them at urban outfitters. no, but really this van was our ride for a year, during what Daniel and i call “the dark winter.” daniel still keeps a piece of it attached to the front of his piano, and for a reason. it taught us a life lesson that will guide us for years to come. we call it “the rusty rule.” like the golden rule, but way more rusty. here it is:
if it could take you somewhere better, it won’t unless you own it.
i’m certain that if you apply this rule to your life, you will be a very successful and probably happy person. this trip to NYC has got me thinking about it again. you see, before we got that van, our prior one had broken down. and we were about to be very, very poor. we were going to be sharing an efficiency in chicago, working shitty jobs, saving money to pay back album debt, and shopping at aldi for flour to make bread each day. like…real poor.
we were vanless and had two options. either we took out a loan on a decent van, and paid it back slowly, or we bought a really really shitty one. we decided to buy the one above, and just like that we had ourselves “THE BEAST.” the bottom was completely rusted out. the shocks were almost non-existent. there was no heat. the seats were stripped, and there was no floor in many places. but it was $600. and it allowed us to save enough money to get on our feet in six short months. we would have lost so much money if we had taken out a loan, we likely would have put ourselves back in the place we had started.
but that’s not all. Daniel sold the van for $1,000. and before he did, he learned to fix so many things on the van himself, that he’s saved us over $2,000 in mechanical labor since then. most of all, it got us right where we wanted to go (that is, the “sweet teeth” phase of our lives). and that makes all the difference. if we had done it another way, we may not be where we are now. same goes for my songs, my creativity – it could not help me if i didn’t own it. same goes for you.
so own yourself. because you are all you have that is truly wonderful. and you are enough. when you open your mouth to sing, or ready your hand to draw. when you sit down at the desk, or when you look into the mirror – you are always enough. don’t let anyone own the pieces of yourself. otherwise, you might not be able to do silly things like figure out a song on the ukulele while daniel fills the tank at a random gas station in indiana and then put it on the internet. and if you don’t get to make that decision, you’re fucked. <3
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