DALE EARNHARDT JR. JR.

I am seriously digging these doodes from Michigan, particularly this lovely track. They are hilarious and they also do a slamming cover of "God Only Knows" but I can't figure out a way to download it. I'm on a mission and hopefully I'll post it at some point.

In the meantime, enjoy this:

Vocal Chords by Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.

JAMMIES.

THIS WEEK.

I will be out of it.

I'm packing up my apartment, I start teaching, I'm listening to a lot of Steve Earle thanks to Sanchez, and I am wearing light jackets and scarves because fall has fallen and it will officially be all felled up as of Wednesday.

Also, Sanchez pointed out that the last time I talked about Riggins I didn't mention my loins. It goes without saying that Riggins = my loins ablazin'. I had a lot going on and I sincerely apologize for the omission.

OVER THE BRIDGE.

Well folks, it is official...

I am moving to Brooklyn!

As you can see from the photo below featuring Lindzanity (a resident of my new neighborhood), my part of Brooklyn is strictly White Glove Service.

All class, all the time.

I couldn't be more excited to live in such a beautiful place, with space and sunlight and four good friends within walking distance of my new dwelling.

Yesterday was totally A Chorus Line day.

I spent the entire morning thinking, "God, I hope I get it...I hope I get it..." while waiting to find out if the application on my apartment was accepted.

Then, like Sheila, I got it!

Double fist pump, leap, sashay, sashay, kick ball change.

I danced around, felt all kinds of happiness, signed my lease, and then trotted off to the ballet.

Literally. I went to the ballet.

The New York City Ballet just opened their season and the second half of the show I saw last night was performed entirely to Gershwin songs. I sat in the audience watching these people busting out with joy while the orchestra played some of the most gorgeous tunes ever written. I was in heaven and I cried twice, particularly during the pas de deux to "The Man I Love." It was simply beyond and I will never ever forget it.

I left the theatre, bought myself a Reese's, and walked back to my apartment feeling so freaking good. If I knew how to pirouette properly I would have done a few on the street.

Thank you, New York, for such a splendid day.

And thank you, Brooklyn, for being my new home!

WHAT CAN I SAY.

Fashion Week has taken me for a bit of a ride, I'm slightly pooped, there are some big changes milling around in the old life category, and apparently it is fall. The air conditioner is off, the comforter is back on the bed, and I even had to bring a jacket with me this morning when I left to go to work. I can't believe that it is already here and that summer is basically over.

Le sigh.

In other news, Tim Riggins was in my dream last night and I'm pretty sure he was my boyfriend. Riggins Dreams make getting out of bed in the morning about a billion times harder than it normally is. I also find Riggins Dreams a hilarious phrase because Riggins is a dream all by himself.

See what I mean?

Lastly, I would like to give a major shout out to my Mom who has officially become a Friday Night Lights fan by staying up until 2:00am to finish one of the DVD's. As she said, "I kept saying, well I'll just watch one more...and then it was two in the morning!"

Welcome to the club, Mom. You've just reached a very important milestone in your life and I'm glad I was able to help you get there.

OMG WINNIE COOPER.

OMG Winnie Cooper had a baby and named it after an evil wizard from Harry Potter?

I'm ignoring all of this and pretending she is still kissing Kevin Arnold on that log in Harpers Woods.

JESSICA LEA MAYFIELD.

I am very much digging the sounds of Jessica Lea Mayfield these days. I first figured out who she was after I heard her singing backup on Dan Auerbach's beyond beautiful song "When The Night Comes." I loved the sound of her voice and, after some searching on the album credits, came up with her name. Turns out her own album is pretty freaking good and she is on tour with none other than one of my standby faves, Justin Townes Earle. I can't wait to see them when they hit Webster Hall here in the city on October 19th.

Here's my favorite tune of hers so far.

You can check out more of Jessica's music here, Dan Auberbach's here, and Justin Townes Earle's here.

EVERYBODY DESERVES A HUG.

Homeless man calls 911 from hot tub, seeks cocoa

(09-01) 22:30 PDT Beaverton, Ore. (AP) --

A homeless man who called 911 from the hot tub of a suburban Portland home and asked for towels, hot chocolate and a hug got arrested for trespassing instead.

Beaverton police say Mark Eskelsen called 911 from his cell phone, identified himself as "the sheriff of Washington County," and asked for medical help. He later admitted he wasn't the sheriff but informed the dispatcher he'd been "yelling for about an hour and a half."

The man said in his Sunday morning call that he'd been in the water about 10 hours and his towels had gotten wet. As he put it, "I just need a hug and a warm cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows in it."

The Oregonian newspaper says arriving officers arrested Eskelsen for investigation of second-degree criminal trespass and improper use of 911.

GOD IS REAL.

By now, you should all know the wonder of Friday Night Lights and if you don't then shamey shame on your losery face.

Anyways, we all know my explosive love for all things Riggins, go #33, I love you fo eva fo mah life. But, I really didn't think he could get any better until I saw this photo online today from a recent movie he is shooting in Oahu.

HOLY MOTHER OF MY LOINS.

THE HAIR HAS BEEN CUT.

I DIDN'T THINK HE COULD GET ANY MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HE ALREADY WAS.

AND THEN, BAM, HE DID.

I mean, Oahu is beautiful and everything but Oahu with Taylor "Short Hot Hair" Kitsch would be natural splendor overload.

I would be blinded by his goodlookingness. I would be rendered dumb by the sheer brilliance of his physique. And, the angels would be singing so loudly celebrating his glory that I would lose the hearing in my only remaining hearing ear.

I would become Helen Keller V.2.0.

Dear God:

Before this photo, I used to think of you as this entity with no real shape or form, a thing that could not be described or put in a box. But, now, you have not only proven that you exist but you have shown me your face. Ladies and Gentlemen, the debate is over. God is in fact a man and he is currently out on a boat in Oahu in military clothes. Someone put God in a box and send him to me.

Immediately.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDSANITY.

Today is a very special day. Today, one of the greatest ladiez of all time was born and the world has not been the same since she arrived. I am often overwhelmed and humbled by her vast expanse of skills. It seems impossible that one person could be so good at so many different things.

Let's examine a few of them, shall we?

She is a dancer:

She is a model:

She is a lover:

She is a comedienne:

She is a sailor:

She is inquisitive:

But the thing she is the best at?

BEING A GOOD PERSON AND FRIEND.

I am wishing you the happiest of all days of birth, Lindsanity.

I LOVE YOU.

A LITTLE BIT OF FEEL GOOD.

Yesterday at work I was feeling a little funked out because I was stuck in an office instead of in a theatre in beautiful California doing plays with people I love. This, my friends, is what we theatre folks call "Post Show Blues." After a show closes, you suddenly find yourself feeling a little lost with too much time on your hands. It's weird. Even if you're busy and feeling great, you can simultaneously feel slightly unhinged and sometimes lonely. A cast becomes like a family, you see them 6 days a week, and then piff! Gone!

I was gchatting with my darling Swendolyn and moments after expressing my slight sadness, my email inbox began overflowing with messages titled, "Feel Good."

He sent me the following to cheer me up:

This one made me feel A LOT better:

Swendolyn said the title he came up with for this one is "Life Isn't Fair."

This was the last one because after receiving it I said:

"Okay, this just scares the sh*t out of me."

Thank you to Swendolyn for being a stellar homie.