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Thursday, October 30, 2003
theme music
mike : cake "arco arena"
tim : flaming lips "waitin' for a superman"
bret : ryan adams "to be young"
john : spoon "everything hits at once"
ben : morrissey "suedehead"
rebecca : prince "seven"
chris : carl thomas : "summer rain"
henry : linkin park : "crawling"
joe : new edition : "cool it now"
i wonder what song reminds other people of me....?
mike : cake "arco arena"
tim : flaming lips "waitin' for a superman"
bret : ryan adams "to be young"
john : spoon "everything hits at once"
ben : morrissey "suedehead"
rebecca : prince "seven"
chris : carl thomas : "summer rain"
henry : linkin park : "crawling"
joe : new edition : "cool it now"
i wonder what song reminds other people of me....?
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
menage
i just read this great column on nerve.com where a writer tried a MMF threesome. i figure it's just about the best description of the kind of good clean fun that i remembered having.
i just read this great column on nerve.com where a writer tried a MMF threesome. i figure it's just about the best description of the kind of good clean fun that i remembered having.
guilty pleasures
[ mandy moore ] she's such a twitchy-cute kinda girl. though all of her "artistic" pursuits really make my good sense cringe, i can't help being enamored with her.
[ 80's music ] curse you omd, ah-ha, tears for fears, journey, hall and oates, heart, flesh for lulu. if you weren't used in some john hughes movie i wonder if i'd be so helpless to stop you from burrowing into my brain.
[ dawson's creek ] (see : mandy moore) again the twitchy-cute girl, in this case katie holmes, suckered me in. i wanna go to the movies with her and buy her nachos.
[ mandy moore ] she's such a twitchy-cute kinda girl. though all of her "artistic" pursuits really make my good sense cringe, i can't help being enamored with her.
[ 80's music ] curse you omd, ah-ha, tears for fears, journey, hall and oates, heart, flesh for lulu. if you weren't used in some john hughes movie i wonder if i'd be so helpless to stop you from burrowing into my brain.
[ dawson's creek ] (see : mandy moore) again the twitchy-cute girl, in this case katie holmes, suckered me in. i wanna go to the movies with her and buy her nachos.
fighting the universe
apparently there's a cosmic force called "dark energy" driving the universe apart. you know what this means, don't you? that i'm going to have to get my hands on a sword and go on a long journey with one or two friends. at first it'll be a small group, but then we'll pick up others along the way - someone plucky and cheery, someone down on their luck looking for another chance, and someone who is a total mystery to us and maybe even themself.
at least this is what i've learned from anime and video games from japan.
apparently there's a cosmic force called "dark energy" driving the universe apart. you know what this means, don't you? that i'm going to have to get my hands on a sword and go on a long journey with one or two friends. at first it'll be a small group, but then we'll pick up others along the way - someone plucky and cheery, someone down on their luck looking for another chance, and someone who is a total mystery to us and maybe even themself.
at least this is what i've learned from anime and video games from japan.
Monday, October 27, 2003
throwing away your rights
looking for a way to politely remind The Man how completely aware of exactly what they're doing withall their congressional acts? well here you go, the security edition of the Bill of Rights. made from small metal cards, they're perfect for tossing into metal detector baskets.
like my friend mark, who called my attention to this in his blog, i'm thinking they would make great stocking stuffers.
looking for a way to politely remind The Man how completely aware of exactly what they're doing withall their congressional acts? well here you go, the security edition of the Bill of Rights. made from small metal cards, they're perfect for tossing into metal detector baskets.
like my friend mark, who called my attention to this in his blog, i'm thinking they would make great stocking stuffers.
all i want to do is rock
.... unfortunately it's just so damn expensive to have the kind of weekend i just had. so after this coming trip to NYC, i really have to throw myself into the job market and find something that doesn't suck.
bret and i want to head up friday morning and maybe tim will have an idea where we can go. i wonder if that guy would wear a costume out because i'm picking up an old monk costume from my aunt's attic tomorrow. i like the idea of dressing up in old franciscan garb, it really speaks to my repressed sexual energy and is propably the most ironic outfit ever for someone with my wealth of vices and irresponsibility. also, hooded robes are always cool.
.... unfortunately it's just so damn expensive to have the kind of weekend i just had. so after this coming trip to NYC, i really have to throw myself into the job market and find something that doesn't suck.
bret and i want to head up friday morning and maybe tim will have an idea where we can go. i wonder if that guy would wear a costume out because i'm picking up an old monk costume from my aunt's attic tomorrow. i like the idea of dressing up in old franciscan garb, it really speaks to my repressed sexual energy and is propably the most ironic outfit ever for someone with my wealth of vices and irresponsibility. also, hooded robes are always cool.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Travis, the band. i'm a convert. thanks, bret.
Thursday, October 23, 2003
mobility
license restored! now daddy has to wait for his court date to come in the mail. i wonder what my pal dispositive would say about the Falling on the Mercy of the Court strategy i'm considering... ah well, i'll jump off that bridge when i come to it.
so i'm behind this cat at the wendy's down the street from the MVA and he made the turns to me and asks quite possiibly the strangest remark, "hey man, do you know how to say 'bacon' in spanish?"
"you know what, i can't remember."
"that's all right. thanks anyway."
and he gets up to the counter and tries to give his order in espanol, it was hilarious. the middle-aged latina women back there are shooting glances at me, their eyes saying, "do you know this guy...?". i just have to shrug my shoulders and chuckle away as the whole scene plays out.
oh, and yet another story of MVA-kid awesomeness : there's was this curiously ethnic kid jumping around near the front benches with an aquafina bottle. he would make his unintelligible noises, the kind of tyke noises that make you smile impulsively, and then STOP, just like that. and he'd quickly pick a random person, whoever caught his big ol' eyes and stare them down. the weird thing was, he only wanted to stare at the gents in the audience. so i casually waited my turn and eventually he got around to peepin me, at which point i made that ridiculous surprised face you make at kids when they give you their own. wow... good times.
license restored! now daddy has to wait for his court date to come in the mail. i wonder what my pal dispositive would say about the Falling on the Mercy of the Court strategy i'm considering... ah well, i'll jump off that bridge when i come to it.
so i'm behind this cat at the wendy's down the street from the MVA and he made the turns to me and asks quite possiibly the strangest remark, "hey man, do you know how to say 'bacon' in spanish?"
"you know what, i can't remember."
"that's all right. thanks anyway."
and he gets up to the counter and tries to give his order in espanol, it was hilarious. the middle-aged latina women back there are shooting glances at me, their eyes saying, "do you know this guy...?". i just have to shrug my shoulders and chuckle away as the whole scene plays out.
oh, and yet another story of MVA-kid awesomeness : there's was this curiously ethnic kid jumping around near the front benches with an aquafina bottle. he would make his unintelligible noises, the kind of tyke noises that make you smile impulsively, and then STOP, just like that. and he'd quickly pick a random person, whoever caught his big ol' eyes and stare them down. the weird thing was, he only wanted to stare at the gents in the audience. so i casually waited my turn and eventually he got around to peepin me, at which point i made that ridiculous surprised face you make at kids when they give you their own. wow... good times.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
well for me anyway
up bright and early, well for me anyway, at 10am. showered and powered, my older brother picks me up and we hit the district court of baltimore county, social security administration (actually the nationwide headquarters), and the department of vital records - oddly located in reisterstown place next to Payless shoes and Popeye's??
six hours later we get home, making minimal headway in the Great Doug License Reclaimation. the 2001 tickets are paid off after a SHOCKING short 5 minute stop at court, my record is free and clear up until the pending charges from this saturday past, and a new copy of my birth certificate is in the mail. as soon as that gets in, rush back to SSA and get a new card, then to the MVA that same day for a spanking new permission to drive.
we had lunch at egyptian pizza where the waitress obviously, well for me anyway, flirted with me. my older brother has grown suprisingly stuffy over the past few years to the point where when Cutie McFlirtypants brought over our drinks and very politely informed us that our order would be out in just a few minutes and i replied with an emphatic "kickass!", jeff rolled his eyes and shook his head as she blushed and smiled.
"dude...."
"oh whatever, man. i'm charming the pants off her. she LOVES me now."
and she did! she came back over much more relaxed and groovy with a "how is everything guys...?" there was a weird quality about the way she said that word, like we (well me anyway) had proven how carefree and forgiving we were with just one word and a plesant smile and now everything would be so much easier and natural.
there are people who are just open to getting along all the time, all you have to do is give them some kind of sign. i'd like to think i'm one of those people. drop an over-share, get playful, be glib - trust me, i'm going to give that good stuff right back at cha. i promise.
up bright and early, well for me anyway, at 10am. showered and powered, my older brother picks me up and we hit the district court of baltimore county, social security administration (actually the nationwide headquarters), and the department of vital records - oddly located in reisterstown place next to Payless shoes and Popeye's??
six hours later we get home, making minimal headway in the Great Doug License Reclaimation. the 2001 tickets are paid off after a SHOCKING short 5 minute stop at court, my record is free and clear up until the pending charges from this saturday past, and a new copy of my birth certificate is in the mail. as soon as that gets in, rush back to SSA and get a new card, then to the MVA that same day for a spanking new permission to drive.
we had lunch at egyptian pizza where the waitress obviously, well for me anyway, flirted with me. my older brother has grown suprisingly stuffy over the past few years to the point where when Cutie McFlirtypants brought over our drinks and very politely informed us that our order would be out in just a few minutes and i replied with an emphatic "kickass!", jeff rolled his eyes and shook his head as she blushed and smiled.
"dude...."
"oh whatever, man. i'm charming the pants off her. she LOVES me now."
and she did! she came back over much more relaxed and groovy with a "how is everything guys...?" there was a weird quality about the way she said that word, like we (well me anyway) had proven how carefree and forgiving we were with just one word and a plesant smile and now everything would be so much easier and natural.
there are people who are just open to getting along all the time, all you have to do is give them some kind of sign. i'd like to think i'm one of those people. drop an over-share, get playful, be glib - trust me, i'm going to give that good stuff right back at cha. i promise.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
hello, world
so warren ellis has this kickass brief description of Tholos, a plan to basically create these windows between cities.
the "windows" would be huge screens in major metropolitan centers that broadcast the image of another city with a similar window. directional microphones and loudspeakers would allow the people on both sides of the window to carry conversation and effectively meet each other in real time.
like a lot of great ideas, the plans are to begin in europe and then move toward north america. though it's basically a public-city chatroom, i still think it's pretty rad.
now, at long last, i can "meet up" with that 14 year old girl in Milan i've been talking to for years!!
so warren ellis has this kickass brief description of Tholos, a plan to basically create these windows between cities.
the "windows" would be huge screens in major metropolitan centers that broadcast the image of another city with a similar window. directional microphones and loudspeakers would allow the people on both sides of the window to carry conversation and effectively meet each other in real time.
like a lot of great ideas, the plans are to begin in europe and then move toward north america. though it's basically a public-city chatroom, i still think it's pretty rad.
now, at long last, i can "meet up" with that 14 year old girl in Milan i've been talking to for years!!
my dad's sense of humor
we were driving past a graveyard yesterday and i said, "wow. that's a cool tombstone. hey dad, what do you want your epitaph to read?"
"see...? i told you i was sick."
we were driving past a graveyard yesterday and i said, "wow. that's a cool tombstone. hey dad, what do you want your epitaph to read?"
"see...? i told you i was sick."
Monday, October 20, 2003
"i cannot teach you, only help you to explore yourself - nothing more."
: bruce lee
that was the closing clip from some movie i didn't recognize in a bruce lee biography on AMC which just cut to commercial.
what is it about bruce lee that i so admire? i don't think i've ever spoken on the subject. i don't think anyone is aware that an old black and white photo of him graces my desktop. and, whoa, apparently lee was also into alan watts.
"you must free yourself of the ambitious mind and learn the art of dying."
years later he would come to believe his early adherence to styles, including his creation Jeet Kune Do, was a false knowledge. that instead, "style concludes. man grows."
i can't tackle all this right now. there's too much. maybe i'll get into writing articles like Tim, i'm not quite sure how that would work out.
: bruce lee
that was the closing clip from some movie i didn't recognize in a bruce lee biography on AMC which just cut to commercial.
what is it about bruce lee that i so admire? i don't think i've ever spoken on the subject. i don't think anyone is aware that an old black and white photo of him graces my desktop. and, whoa, apparently lee was also into alan watts.
"you must free yourself of the ambitious mind and learn the art of dying."
years later he would come to believe his early adherence to styles, including his creation Jeet Kune Do, was a false knowledge. that instead, "style concludes. man grows."
i can't tackle all this right now. there's too much. maybe i'll get into writing articles like Tim, i'm not quite sure how that would work out.
thanks, bob
mainly for recording "everything is broken". it follows the toyota camry of songwriting (sad lyrics, happy instrumentation) to a tee, something the blues really made their own from it's inception. this song is helping me wave the flag of positivity despite all recent events leading me towards a deep depression. way to go, mr. dylan.
sincerely,
mainly for recording "everything is broken". it follows the toyota camry of songwriting (sad lyrics, happy instrumentation) to a tee, something the blues really made their own from it's inception. this song is helping me wave the flag of positivity despite all recent events leading me towards a deep depression. way to go, mr. dylan.
sincerely,
damn the man
so friday night i stayed in, with the hopes of having a wild and fun saturday night.... well, that never happened. i got all dressed up, stocked my car with provisions, and headed off to my old friend jeff's birthday party up in columbia. well jeff calls me right before leaving and asks me to pick up a few bags of ice for the beer coolers, "sure, man. i'm on it." and i take a back road (pindell school road) over to a grocery store on the way there. cell phone rings again : belinda. "hey, what are you up to tonight...?" "well, i'm going to this party and then who knows... oh, shit. i gotta go."
whoop whoop. (that's the sound of the police) and i get pulled over for only the second time in my life, the first time being once in 2001 when i got off with a warning because of my clean driving record despite going a measly 63 in a 55. this time however an understandable 43 in a 30, can't be mad at the cop for busting me on that, though i'm plenty mad at myself.
well he comes back with my license and registration and tells me, "we've got a problem here... your license has been suspended for the past two years." "what?! you're kidding me..." "i'm afraid not, sir. i'm going to have to ask you for your keys." "yes, of course, officer." "now this is a jailable (is that even a word??) offense but i'm guessing you had no idea." "so, sir. none at all." "well obviously you can't drive this car home so if you've got someone to pick you up..." "yes, sir, i've got my cell phone right here. i'll get right on it."
so i ring my older brother and he's on his way with my future sister-in-law to come pick me up. sign this. sign that. initial here. "do you have any nicknames, sir?" "no, no really." "'not really'? or 'no'?" "well people used to call me 'fresh' at a bunch of jobs and social circles." other cop who showed up on the scene but hasn't said a word yet, "like doug e. fresh?" "yes. yes, sir." "kind of a dated reference..." "yeah, the kids never get it." and i shake their hands and apologize for the complication and i'm dropped back off at home with my car but no license, all dressed up and no way to go.
tomorrow i get to hang out at the MVA and figure out how this madness went down and just how much money The Man's going to be ass-fucking me out of over some 2001 ticket for not having my current address on my now-destroyed license.
and the hits just keep on coming...
so friday night i stayed in, with the hopes of having a wild and fun saturday night.... well, that never happened. i got all dressed up, stocked my car with provisions, and headed off to my old friend jeff's birthday party up in columbia. well jeff calls me right before leaving and asks me to pick up a few bags of ice for the beer coolers, "sure, man. i'm on it." and i take a back road (pindell school road) over to a grocery store on the way there. cell phone rings again : belinda. "hey, what are you up to tonight...?" "well, i'm going to this party and then who knows... oh, shit. i gotta go."
whoop whoop. (that's the sound of the police) and i get pulled over for only the second time in my life, the first time being once in 2001 when i got off with a warning because of my clean driving record despite going a measly 63 in a 55. this time however an understandable 43 in a 30, can't be mad at the cop for busting me on that, though i'm plenty mad at myself.
well he comes back with my license and registration and tells me, "we've got a problem here... your license has been suspended for the past two years." "what?! you're kidding me..." "i'm afraid not, sir. i'm going to have to ask you for your keys." "yes, of course, officer." "now this is a jailable (is that even a word??) offense but i'm guessing you had no idea." "so, sir. none at all." "well obviously you can't drive this car home so if you've got someone to pick you up..." "yes, sir, i've got my cell phone right here. i'll get right on it."
so i ring my older brother and he's on his way with my future sister-in-law to come pick me up. sign this. sign that. initial here. "do you have any nicknames, sir?" "no, no really." "'not really'? or 'no'?" "well people used to call me 'fresh' at a bunch of jobs and social circles." other cop who showed up on the scene but hasn't said a word yet, "like doug e. fresh?" "yes. yes, sir." "kind of a dated reference..." "yeah, the kids never get it." and i shake their hands and apologize for the complication and i'm dropped back off at home with my car but no license, all dressed up and no way to go.
tomorrow i get to hang out at the MVA and figure out how this madness went down and just how much money The Man's going to be ass-fucking me out of over some 2001 ticket for not having my current address on my now-destroyed license.
and the hits just keep on coming...
Sunday, October 19, 2003
this is a rudimentary design for the moment given the late hour and the fact that i'm just plain sick of FTPs, blogger and all things image-related. i can only bear to look at my pretty smile over there on the left for the time being.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
album
permanent :joy division
literature
breakfast at tiffany's :truman capote
single
big casino :jimmy eat world
worthwhile
they're playing my songpop occulture
i kan't spell
dispositive
pitchfork media
oblivio
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