September 13th, 2010
i hardly use this thing anymore. i made a blogspot though, so...follow me on there:
June 16th, 2010
why is everyone incapable of loyalty?
April 25th, 2010
|09:49 pm - biking metal punks forever|
i'm in the process of moving into a new apartment on the west end. it's clean. not just literally. i'm adopting an italian greyhound who was going to be killed in louisiana. she'll be joining me in about 3 weeks and i'm wringing my hands in anticipation of her arrival. i keep wondering: "what if she doesn't like me?". then i realize she's a dog. i can save that neurosis for humans i meet, right? eh. i don't give a fahk. it's goddamn springtime and i have a home, a job, and a really skinny ass dog coming my way. perfection.
April 11th, 2010
operation: high street deserters begins and ends may 1st.
April 2nd, 2010
|05:39 pm - boring stuff|
i'm interviewing for a second pizza related job next week. i'm taking sister to the vet because she is mysteriously losing hair(fur). it's the beginning of crusty traveler train season so lots of long lost friends are about. there's a topless protest tomorrow, but i'll be working. making the dough. literally. making dough. not cashmoney.
April 1st, 2010
|10:00 pm - oh and...|
"Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives. "
jean paul sartre
"charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question"
March 23rd, 2010
my new roommate gave me a desktop computer. i haven't had a computer since my macbook was stolen from a party at my house over a year ago (i know, wah wah). i decided to take some time and upload photos from my cf card that i had just been too lazy to do at any other point. i inserted it into the card reader and nothing fucking came up. i took it out and put it back in my camera to try to plug the whole camera into the usb. suddenly. i have no photos. why oh why? that cf card is huge. and there are (were) literally photos on it from the past year or more that i never bothered to edit. i always thought they'd just be there. of certain interest to me were fairly recent photographs of my mother cutting my dad's hair. gone. there were also some stupid pictures of the bike i just finished, but those can easily be retaken. i don't know that my mom will ever cut my dad's hair again. if she does, it won't be the same. he has this really beautiful turkish puzzle ring that he wears as a wedding band and he had this old dirty towel around his shoulders. all the liver spots on his hands were visible because the kitchen was flooded with that stupid wintery setting sunlight of 3pm.
if only it had been on film. i know i could have fucked up film just as easily. i could have scratched it or processed it poorly but at least there would be something there. you can always pull something out of that shitty darkness of crappy film, even if it's just a whisper of what you remember. that shit is tangible. even if i had lost it, it would still be, you know, existing...somewhere. and that would be enough. perhaps one might say to me: "those digital files could still technically exist somewhere else. the fourth or fifth dimension". well then, dear Jivanmuktas of the universe, send them baaaack.