Last night, I received maybe the best compliment of all time from Nicole, a friend of Anne's who'd heard our recent recordings. Upon being introduced, she shook my hand and told me, "You sound like M. Ward!" You don't get compared to your hero every day.

"What's gwannin', Owen?"

If you were to ask me, I might answer with the following bullet points:

• Lunar Piano Tuner has changed substantially; it now includes the musical talents of Anne Tong, and we are both pretty excited about it. Related ish is ongoing. Possibly mo people. POSSIBLY. Meantime, please have a gander if you haven't yet: http://listn.to/lunarpianotuner
• It seems that this blog is where I admit to reading things that are not appropriate for my age: I've totally been reading the Hunger Games books, and they are fucking rad. Was up til 6 this morning, reading. No kidding. Don't make fun of me. Main character is a badass girl - deadeye with a longbow. Come on. That's cool as hell. So stoked to see Woody Harrelson act like a drunk asshole in the movies. I am on book three, ok? No spoilers please.
• I've been appointed director of a segment of a comedic short film some school chums want to shoot over the summer. For now I've said yes, but I'm unsure whether I really want to do it. I'm not super interested in it, but maybe that will change.

Scary

I had a really terrifying bout of sleep paralysis last night.

I awoke about half an hour after I had fallen asleep, and realised that I couldn't move any part of me, but I could see my bedroom. I was able to see my hands, but not able to move them. I was really panicked, and it felt like I was in this state for maybe fifteen minutes, but it's entirely possible that it was only one or two.

I can't adequately describe the fear to someone who has never experienced sleep paralysis, but it's this overwhelming, panicked dreading that something awful is about to happen, and no matter how many times it happens, it always scares the hell out of me.

The really bizarre part was that after a while, I guess I slipped into an actual dream, and all of a sudden I was in this strange room I'd never seen before. I thought, "Oh great, now something really scary is going to happen," and then this life-sized porcelain doll with freaky eyes appeared. I feel like it attacked me, but it may have just stood there being scary.

After this, I woke up fully, limbs and all. I had some milk and didn't want to go back to sleep because I was afraid it would happen again. I considered playing a Frasier DVD on my laptop next to my bed, and keeping my face pointed at it, because, I reasoned, nothing bad can happen when Frasier is playing. But then I grew fearful that I would see the screen and experience demonic Frasier hallucinations during sleep paralysis, which would freak me the fuck out, because a haunted TV that you can't turn off is seriously scary as hell. So I just dozed off again.

Sleep paralysis hit at least once more after this. It sucked again.

hello, Kitten

The other day, while I was walking to the bus stop to go to work, a little black kitten appeared. It ran in front of me and then stopped, and stood a few feet ahead of me. I walked past it, and then it darted up in front of me and stopped again. Is this kitten following me? But pretending to lead? I decided to turn around and walk in the opposite direction, and see what kitten would do then. Kitten did the same thing when I walked in the opposite direction. I petted him a bit. But I had to go to work, so I turned again and continued to the bus stop. After a certain point, about thirty or so meters ahead of a main road, kitten stopped following me, but mewed loudly over and over again, until I was too far to hear kitten.

On the way to work, I thought, what if kitten followed me home? I could keep it, and get cat food from Price Chopper, and maybe put an old sweater in a shoebox and that could be kitten's bed, and maybe I could name him Sebastian if kitten is a boy, or Morgan if kitten is a girl, so wouldn't have to keep calling him or her 'kitten' like a retard, and oh I would need a litter box, and maybe a little tub for when kitten needs a bath eventually.

I've been making excuses to walk down that street where kitten followed me, when I have had no reason to go there, in case I might see it again, but I haven't yet. He probably belongs to somebody, but I liked his company very much.

In conclusion, I want a kitten.

My mom is having a karaoke party downstairs with her sisters and brother.
There are more people in the basement playing Mahjong.
It is super Chinesey in my house RIGHT NOW.

I saw a large black man on the bus, wearing a t-shirt that said, "DON'T HOLLA," in huge letters, and below this, "I'm not your boy."

See you in a while, ponytail!