Dirty Projectors cancelled due to auto accident. Glad that band is alive and well. Upset that I will not be able to hear "Stillness is the Move" and "Cannibal Resource" live tonight. Alas.
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Sediment floating in the tap water taps daughters back from a place where I've misplaced faith; Namely, myself. Heath is not not sickness but health itself. Potent, ever expanding as the universe. Almost called yesterday.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
haha, my marks are so fucking bad this year. Ah well. I find it hilarious that I can get 90% on the two major essays for a course and still get a D+ overall. That's absolutely a feat beyond comprehension.
Note: I did some math and it is within comprehension. It's just surprising.
On another hand, I am at work on zero sleep because I opted to go sing Marvin Gaye at karaoke last night a drink a bit too much. I wasn't really planning to drink at all, but that ceases to be an option when pitchers are declared communal and beers are poured regardless of protest.
I'm wearing this dude's shirt. I haven't seen him in months.
Pride this weekend! Two band practices this weekend! Dirty Projectors tomorrow night! The Sea and Cake on saturday night! Something else for free later this week? I can't remember! NBA draft? Maybe?
Smothered in red hot coals, she wakes up calm. Her voice echoes through the multiverse and I can still hear it, even if nobody else can.
Note: I did some math and it is within comprehension. It's just surprising.
On another hand, I am at work on zero sleep because I opted to go sing Marvin Gaye at karaoke last night a drink a bit too much. I wasn't really planning to drink at all, but that ceases to be an option when pitchers are declared communal and beers are poured regardless of protest.
I'm wearing this dude's shirt. I haven't seen him in months.
Pride this weekend! Two band practices this weekend! Dirty Projectors tomorrow night! The Sea and Cake on saturday night! Something else for free later this week? I can't remember! NBA draft? Maybe?
Smothered in red hot coals, she wakes up calm. Her voice echoes through the multiverse and I can still hear it, even if nobody else can.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
My high school guidance counselor parodied himself on TV.
Animal Collective kicked me in the brainospherically shaped coconut which is my mind. Something like a combination of God's semen and superstring theory competing for dominance in miniturity. Closed eye hallucinations. Open eye hallucinations. After the show finished I got outside before everyone else and lay down on the grass, looking up a tree and feeling the cool air from the lake wash over me. People's voices carried off to other countries.
New people are very interesting to be around because they don't know anything about you and you don't know anything about them. This seems an obvious statement, but there are a lot of walls to deal with when encountering a person. The complications of social interaction are astounding, given how non-central of an issue these fuckeries are. Or maybe they're the most central of issues and we're being distracted by the razzle dazzle of macro-economics and genocide and intergalactic exploration. How can I get beneath the skin, around the bones and curl up there with an intense feeling of youness?
All phrases can be contextualized by the phrase: "And everything was being pulled downward for some reason."
Nobody can tell you why gravity works. Outside the Bible, there is not historical record of a man named Jesus Christ existing.
How dense are our historical records? In 1 000 000 years, will someone be able to look up your credit card statements? Will what they find be beautiful and unsettling?
Animal Collective kicked me in the brainospherically shaped coconut which is my mind. Something like a combination of God's semen and superstring theory competing for dominance in miniturity. Closed eye hallucinations. Open eye hallucinations. After the show finished I got outside before everyone else and lay down on the grass, looking up a tree and feeling the cool air from the lake wash over me. People's voices carried off to other countries.
New people are very interesting to be around because they don't know anything about you and you don't know anything about them. This seems an obvious statement, but there are a lot of walls to deal with when encountering a person. The complications of social interaction are astounding, given how non-central of an issue these fuckeries are. Or maybe they're the most central of issues and we're being distracted by the razzle dazzle of macro-economics and genocide and intergalactic exploration. How can I get beneath the skin, around the bones and curl up there with an intense feeling of youness?
All phrases can be contextualized by the phrase: "And everything was being pulled downward for some reason."
Nobody can tell you why gravity works. Outside the Bible, there is not historical record of a man named Jesus Christ existing.
How dense are our historical records? In 1 000 000 years, will someone be able to look up your credit card statements? Will what they find be beautiful and unsettling?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
set 'em wild, set 'em wild, set them free-ee.
I feel like shit.
I cry out into the digital emptiness for assistance.
But there's still all this stuff to do.
And my throat is still so swollen I can't sing properly, and singing improperly makes it worse.
I want to finish my songs.
I don't want to get up at 6am for work every day for the next 3 1/2 months.
Not that it's difficult or anything.
I would just rather be exempt.
I got my jacket back today.
I left it in the bar in a safe place and it disappeared.
Things always disappear from safe places.
The A/C guy might have taken it, or someone might have stolen it, or it might still be here somewhere, he said.
It was on a hanger in the back, sunglasses in a different pocket than I left them in.
I'm sure someone was walking around in a parody of me.
How marvelous!
Saw another fisher.
Confidence is building, I guess.
Having discussions and then reading them in books.
Researching mundane things only to have others question me about them in unrelated ways without being aware of the aforementioned research.
I'm worried that his condition might be real, or that he might make it real by believing in it.
Where is the line?
I hope I will see you soon.
I cry out into the digital emptiness for assistance.
But there's still all this stuff to do.
And my throat is still so swollen I can't sing properly, and singing improperly makes it worse.
I want to finish my songs.
I don't want to get up at 6am for work every day for the next 3 1/2 months.
Not that it's difficult or anything.
I would just rather be exempt.
I got my jacket back today.
I left it in the bar in a safe place and it disappeared.
Things always disappear from safe places.
The A/C guy might have taken it, or someone might have stolen it, or it might still be here somewhere, he said.
It was on a hanger in the back, sunglasses in a different pocket than I left them in.
I'm sure someone was walking around in a parody of me.
How marvelous!
Saw another fisher.
Confidence is building, I guess.
Having discussions and then reading them in books.
Researching mundane things only to have others question me about them in unrelated ways without being aware of the aforementioned research.
I'm worried that his condition might be real, or that he might make it real by believing in it.
Where is the line?
I hope I will see you soon.
Monday, May 4, 2009
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