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Someone just posted this video on Twitter and I realized that I haven’t thought of this song, or the band for that matter, for somewhere around 7 or 8 years. Upon its release, Transatlanticism became a part of the ever-present soundtrack at Casco Bay Books, the small book and coffee shop that used to be housed in the 151 Middle Street complex. For the small handful of years I worked there, this used to be on heavy rotation along with a Talking Heads box set, David Byrne’s Look Into the Eyeball, and the early DFA compilations.

The Death Cab song / album turns 10-years-old in 2013. I am getting old.

We used to keep a daily log at the shop and we employees would fill it with various odds and ends regarding operations and observations. I just flipped through it and saw these two entries, which made me smile:


[PHOTO CREDIT: bienworld]

thank you so much for cleaning the bathroom trash can, as well as alphabetizing for the kiddies.  At our house, Zoe and Isaac have a “swear jar,” into which I am required to deposit 50 cents for each “swear word” I utter (Mark is clean-mouthed, and thus rarely owes them money).  The F-word costs me $2.00, but that’s okay, because my personal mantra is, “SHIT SHIT SHIT.”  ($1.50, in other words).  Alex, my dear, if you were at my house, you’d owe Zoe and Isaac $5.50 by my estimation!