Thursday, January 7, 2010
Thursday, December 24, 2009
template
the rigid forms that our lives take on (or do typically) only appear in mine as the text box i now type into, the clear and completely evaporative constructs of hyperlink, toolbar, advertisement. most rigid forms entail normative social relationships, regular work schedules, family expectations. of which my vacation separates. (i'm lying, of course, but my skin makes me think i'm immune to these human deficiencies.)
i haven't typed in some time, long live the shade of summer's opposite. i have gone to states of the country and states of my own relational and relationship-based reflections. this can be illustrated by the facts: (me typing this from 3 am to 3:15 am on christmas eve over 3 large beers in the short quarter-hour interim) (me singing stone temple pilots' 'lady picture show' instead of matchbox 20's '3 am' at karaoke last night) (and) (the realization that i've referred to home in the last 3 weeks as chicago, seattle, arizona.)
period.
this is a blog that represents my heart, this is a blog that could easily just be an honest conversation between interested parties, friends, individuals.
i haven't typed in some time, long live the shade of summer's opposite. i have gone to states of the country and states of my own relational and relationship-based reflections. this can be illustrated by the facts: (me typing this from 3 am to 3:15 am on christmas eve over 3 large beers in the short quarter-hour interim) (me singing stone temple pilots' 'lady picture show' instead of matchbox 20's '3 am' at karaoke last night) (and) (the realization that i've referred to home in the last 3 weeks as chicago, seattle, arizona.)
period.
this is a blog that represents my heart, this is a blog that could easily just be an honest conversation between interested parties, friends, individuals.
Monday, November 30, 2009
queerativity
diary of thinking that changes with setting, support:
the presence of something. positive reinforcement; negative criticism. but at least the presence means SOMETHING, directionality, not stagnant. think of the metaphor of a roller coaster, ups and downs bring excitement. would you get on a roller coaster that didn't go up or down, left or right, and just brought you from one destination to another? probably not. though with cars and jobs we succeed despite. but we wouldn't pay for it, and we wouldn't ride the 5 minute ride, as short sight would prove our instincts. that said:
i've been at a disposition to write since the middle of college. i've enjoyed it. but as of late, it hasn't come as easily, or at all, for stretches of time. not to judge, but it feels absent, my creativity. and now i'm writing about writing--------------
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the presence of something. positive reinforcement; negative criticism. but at least the presence means SOMETHING, directionality, not stagnant. think of the metaphor of a roller coaster, ups and downs bring excitement. would you get on a roller coaster that didn't go up or down, left or right, and just brought you from one destination to another? probably not. though with cars and jobs we succeed despite. but we wouldn't pay for it, and we wouldn't ride the 5 minute ride, as short sight would prove our instincts. that said:
i've been at a disposition to write since the middle of college. i've enjoyed it. but as of late, it hasn't come as easily, or at all, for stretches of time. not to judge, but it feels absent, my creativity. and now i'm writing about writing--------------
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
a truly giving god
it is wednesday afternoon and i am in athens georgia.
the plant life is beautiful despite the untimely season of my visit. it is very nice weather, and though everyone is cold at night it can't compare much to chicago at the moment. margaret was sweeping the bike shop, we were talking. she dumped the amassed dirt and dust and debris into the wastebasket; as we spoke, we stopped, and she became paralyzed with anxiety. i was oblivious to it. i am often oblivious to my own emotions, drinking is often a false idol of brain activity, drinking is often a cause to obliviousness. the sun shone on my body and i zipped down my jacket. a man asked me for money and i declined. i fell asleep last night with my phone on by accident, blankets folded on top of me as cover.
it is dusk on wednesday, and i am in the state of georgia.
the plant life is beautiful despite the untimely season of my visit. it is very nice weather, and though everyone is cold at night it can't compare much to chicago at the moment. margaret was sweeping the bike shop, we were talking. she dumped the amassed dirt and dust and debris into the wastebasket; as we spoke, we stopped, and she became paralyzed with anxiety. i was oblivious to it. i am often oblivious to my own emotions, drinking is often a false idol of brain activity, drinking is often a cause to obliviousness. the sun shone on my body and i zipped down my jacket. a man asked me for money and i declined. i fell asleep last night with my phone on by accident, blankets folded on top of me as cover.
it is dusk on wednesday, and i am in the state of georgia.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
past mid-fucking-november?!
explanationss s s s s s s s
my computer is still fucked
and i've been drinking.
STILL:
1) make lists to keep in order and remember any mundane tasks i may need to do to keep my life continuing.
2) keep working as busser at restaurant, using alcohol coffee sarcasm to complete day's work.
3) feign a continuing interest in music, but feel content sitting on my couch and just staring.
4) take vacations to remember what life used to be like. spend money unwisely.
5) hot showers.
6) 6 6 thanks for remembering to think, matt, to write, to lose your creativity in exhaustion and exhaustion.
my computer is still fucked
and i've been drinking.
STILL:
1) make lists to keep in order and remember any mundane tasks i may need to do to keep my life continuing.
2) keep working as busser at restaurant, using alcohol coffee sarcasm to complete day's work.
3) feign a continuing interest in music, but feel content sitting on my couch and just staring.
4) take vacations to remember what life used to be like. spend money unwisely.
5) hot showers.
6) 6 6 thanks for remembering to think, matt, to write, to lose your creativity in exhaustion and exhaustion.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
good god gd
sobriety for only one whole day brought a lot of reading. i finally finished janine's aunt/uncle book, 'a little pregnant', and found it to be quite interesting. they referenced god while not really believing in [it], and one of my favorite parts of the book contains a god [reference], so i'll repeat:
"Dear God, I say to myself, when it is time for you to take me, let it feel like this: suspended in space, enfolded in love, no longer where I've been but not yet where I'm going, the lovely, breathing weight of my sleeping child pressing against me. I will be ready to go then. Please take me then."
the final words of the body of the book, by linda carbone. they made me feel more like a child-positive person than i already am (or, rather, think i will be in the near future, perhaps).
however, they also make me comfortable in the surrender to [god], to drug-induced blankets.
the child of my curiosity was a symbol of rebirth as opposed to birth, as ideas die and die in my head they compose to comeback, and i stopped this finished book to pick up an old unread, a hope to finish. this is on french wine, a narrative of a man traveling through french wine country in the 70's. i think i'm ready to learn about wine again, and expand my knowledge while curtailing my drinking (severe alcoholism is much less rampant in wine drinkers, as opposed to beer and liquor drinkers). i bought a solid yet inexpensive bottle of red recently, and drank some after being drunk. tried to remember noble french grape varietals by region and blanked due to blunk. easiest thing: bordeaux- merlot, cab sauv, cab franc, petit verdot, and
and?
malbec of course, but i had to wikipedia that shit. whta teh fuuk. stupid. i think i'm ready to remember more, and possible even acquire something new.
WTF!
"Dear God, I say to myself, when it is time for you to take me, let it feel like this: suspended in space, enfolded in love, no longer where I've been but not yet where I'm going, the lovely, breathing weight of my sleeping child pressing against me. I will be ready to go then. Please take me then."
the final words of the body of the book, by linda carbone. they made me feel more like a child-positive person than i already am (or, rather, think i will be in the near future, perhaps).
however, they also make me comfortable in the surrender to [god], to drug-induced blankets.
the child of my curiosity was a symbol of rebirth as opposed to birth, as ideas die and die in my head they compose to comeback, and i stopped this finished book to pick up an old unread, a hope to finish. this is on french wine, a narrative of a man traveling through french wine country in the 70's. i think i'm ready to learn about wine again, and expand my knowledge while curtailing my drinking (severe alcoholism is much less rampant in wine drinkers, as opposed to beer and liquor drinkers). i bought a solid yet inexpensive bottle of red recently, and drank some after being drunk. tried to remember noble french grape varietals by region and blanked due to blunk. easiest thing: bordeaux- merlot, cab sauv, cab franc, petit verdot, and
and?
malbec of course, but i had to wikipedia that shit. whta teh fuuk. stupid. i think i'm ready to remember more, and possible even acquire something new.
WTF!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
thes tife
stretching muscles, stretching strings.
listening, weakling, dead as dreams.
dreams were not remembered last night. night before they were only me at work, mundane and wasted. simple. each successive night brings confusion at the night post unconscious. the science of sleep is playing a lot on [insert actual nap here] hbo now, so i just watched the end of it again. it put me to a lovely sleep, a nap, where i didn't follow the movie, which made it more like a dream, more like the aim of the movie. i awoke from the nap to my mother calling about pictures, and then i just thought while half asleep (meaning not pessimism but optimism, rather) of myriad friends of old, past girlfriends and the encompassing feelings of fallings. i can't explain that feeling, nor should i be able to, the feeling of loving. i remembered for a second of the movie i watched yesterday, of where the wild things are. it was very beautiful and uneasy yet calming. i daydreamed, spaced out, almost slept but didn't, for about 30-40 minutes. that state is a very interesting and important state to be in. very fleeting. i thought a lot about the actual act of 'sex', where it's been for me, the weight of it from a child-like eye.
the sociology of sound: day one. i say the phrase aloud: "nightmares occur while people drive cars." tell me what that means to you, the actual auditory sounds of it.
listening, weakling, dead as dreams.
dreams were not remembered last night. night before they were only me at work, mundane and wasted. simple. each successive night brings confusion at the night post unconscious. the science of sleep is playing a lot on [insert actual nap here] hbo now, so i just watched the end of it again. it put me to a lovely sleep, a nap, where i didn't follow the movie, which made it more like a dream, more like the aim of the movie. i awoke from the nap to my mother calling about pictures, and then i just thought while half asleep (meaning not pessimism but optimism, rather) of myriad friends of old, past girlfriends and the encompassing feelings of fallings. i can't explain that feeling, nor should i be able to, the feeling of loving. i remembered for a second of the movie i watched yesterday, of where the wild things are. it was very beautiful and uneasy yet calming. i daydreamed, spaced out, almost slept but didn't, for about 30-40 minutes. that state is a very interesting and important state to be in. very fleeting. i thought a lot about the actual act of 'sex', where it's been for me, the weight of it from a child-like eye.
the sociology of sound: day one. i say the phrase aloud: "nightmares occur while people drive cars." tell me what that means to you, the actual auditory sounds of it.
Monday, October 12, 2009
the opposite of october
often times we only feel things in relation to what is around us. we are in constant comparison. i am breathing until my hands are warm. i am hating low blood pressure, i think. i am contemplating a fall to winter drinking binge and scheming how to afford it. i've just realized that i love muscle and joint discomfort, and find it to be almost erotic. i've agreed to marry every woman who asks me, with never a question formed from my lips to their ears.
i'm looking forward to the falling of leaves revealing more buildings in the distance. i'm watching too much television and consuming of too much shallow entertainment in general. i'm starting bad habits and picking up old good ones. i'm talking about all this to you. you're wondering, you're watching, reading, you're thinking about going outside. i'm glad it's nice where you live, if only for regional deficit and human weather modification techniques.
i'm looking forward to the falling of leaves revealing more buildings in the distance. i'm watching too much television and consuming of too much shallow entertainment in general. i'm starting bad habits and picking up old good ones. i'm talking about all this to you. you're wondering, you're watching, reading, you're thinking about going outside. i'm glad it's nice where you live, if only for regional deficit and human weather modification techniques.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
women are woven
constructed in clay, feathered in layers of deep texture. thread count high, it always seems. even when it's low, it feels perfect as cashmere on water worn hands and hangnails; when a strangers touch is staunch bleached cotton, her's remains a fresh bath of lotion, painted with worn-in childhood soft. my boyhood blanket and pillow, with matching yellow bird print, can compare in puffiness but not in symmetry the way she's put together. the head moves in cement while the heart sends a postcard, captures her gouache on recycled wood. oil paintings sit on the floor, fallen from nails. her weather pours down upon these arranged and canvassed elements and they start to bleed onto fabric. each fiber moves slightly. once dried, the tiny long flexible cylinders are thus changed, more tense, starched. the differences in localized color and shade forms shape and picture; i can only sense heat and breath, and the differential to which my blood can thus be magnetized.
i peered at a fat baby, at work, yesterday. instead of the usual aloof, the little one looked at me through engaging eyes, omniscient, it sized me better than i it. the father had a funny yet smart mustache, the mother was beaming.
i peered at a fat baby, at work, yesterday. instead of the usual aloof, the little one looked at me through engaging eyes, omniscient, it sized me better than i it. the father had a funny yet smart mustache, the mother was beaming.
Friday, October 2, 2009
a new october
a slice look at the ComEd bill and a realization that the cost of power will go up soon, not inflation but season. the paper wilts and then crushes, blows away with autumn wind from a secluded coffee table inside a semi-drafty apartment. the uneven floors and tilting walls still keep sound structure, but the elephants within keep wailing their trunks mouths speakers sound, creating drafts all their own. revised draft after revised draft keep piling on the table, covering anything of use from sight. the seasonal time change corrects the lapse from unknown pasts, when we didn't have to change (perceptually).
my notebook. my notebook for writing. my notebook for writing is open with yet another vast blank page facing ceiling through vacant eyes and head. ideas wax floors, but refuse to fall out of pen. the pen is too slow, too outdone by all forms of metaphor and irony, to use it as such in type would only deafen our understandings. so i type on a friday night with lowercase 'f' as a sore throat takes me from sleep to leftovers to a possible stand-in at watering-hole turned sleep-house. not due to any lack of purpose or passion, but mostly caution of circumstance. the writing went to fade out, to thank you, to collapse, in no particular order.
my notebook. my notebook for writing. my notebook for writing is open with yet another vast blank page facing ceiling through vacant eyes and head. ideas wax floors, but refuse to fall out of pen. the pen is too slow, too outdone by all forms of metaphor and irony, to use it as such in type would only deafen our understandings. so i type on a friday night with lowercase 'f' as a sore throat takes me from sleep to leftovers to a possible stand-in at watering-hole turned sleep-house. not due to any lack of purpose or passion, but mostly caution of circumstance. the writing went to fade out, to thank you, to collapse, in no particular order.
on literature (Women)
my reading list for the past (few?) years has been scant, mostly due to alcohol, social endeavors, vacations, and scholarly pursuits. however, i just noticed that most books in this period have been focused around the women who have caught my attention. i'm currently reading 'a little pregnant' because it was written by Janine's uncle and aunt. before that i read 'franny and zoey' because Janine gave the book to me. 3 years ago i started another such salinger, 'catcher in the rye', because rene gave it to me to read. we broke up and i quit reading it, and still have yet to finish. i read various Willa Cather works, along with various retrospectives of her work, because of Meg's connection and relationship to the specific author. my Mom suggests anything and i usually read it. my latest indulgences have been jeffery brown comic shorts and collections (by Mary J and Dani B, respectively) and the seattle zine 'dreamy vs sucks' from Janine.
to be fair, i'm also reading 'on the wine trail', which was given to me by a man named rick who was a frequent at the wine shop in flagstaff. and i plan to read 'the universal baseball association, inc' from brant.
but all i want is your love.
to be fair, i'm also reading 'on the wine trail', which was given to me by a man named rick who was a frequent at the wine shop in flagstaff. and i plan to read 'the universal baseball association, inc' from brant.
but all i want is your love.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
fake noise
literacy is ruining me
take loss out of a math equestrian
thanks!
brain blood seems like different blood than is in the rest of your body. i've been told that it's all circulated throughout the body, but i've never seen that happen. i've been told i've felt it happen, or rather that i feel it happen, at all times. i really don't know how to feel about that, though. i could lose or win or stop, or go, and the blood would still move, and i'd still not understand it. to further requite this disposition and deprivation, i'm going to drink lots of water (which i understand), do twenty pushups really fast, play a game of basketball, run two miles, stretch, apply and re-apply. i understand all of this. and though it leads to a nice (?) feeling, a safe (?) feeling, i don't think it leads to growth or anything natural or substantial. financial gain is the only path to growth. to quote Mr. T: "Being able to read is like having a free pass into a million different worlds." and that's absolutely terrifying.
take loss out of a math equestrian
thanks!
brain blood seems like different blood than is in the rest of your body. i've been told that it's all circulated throughout the body, but i've never seen that happen. i've been told i've felt it happen, or rather that i feel it happen, at all times. i really don't know how to feel about that, though. i could lose or win or stop, or go, and the blood would still move, and i'd still not understand it. to further requite this disposition and deprivation, i'm going to drink lots of water (which i understand), do twenty pushups really fast, play a game of basketball, run two miles, stretch, apply and re-apply. i understand all of this. and though it leads to a nice (?) feeling, a safe (?) feeling, i don't think it leads to growth or anything natural or substantial. financial gain is the only path to growth. to quote Mr. T: "Being able to read is like having a free pass into a million different worlds." and that's absolutely terrifying.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
the reliance.
so i'm down on money and high on time.
i used to keep up with friends and internet, phone and frenzy.
don't so much anymore.
in love,
with lack of time,
with woman.
i mean absolutely no harm and no regret. luungs.
i used to keep up with friends and internet, phone and frenzy.
don't so much anymore.
in love,
with lack of time,
with woman.
i mean absolutely no harm and no regret. luungs.
Monday, August 31, 2009
ten seconds and counting
well, more like 7 minutes at the library's 'quick computers', but it feels as if it's seconds. last update for august, this has been the longest august, but short upon retrospect, as always is. it's already cooling down here, and i hope it stays. i'm house-sitting for a cat, and ate a peach while i was at the sat-upon house. apartment.
i just got an email from my school that they'd been contacted by some outside publishing company (a german-based company) who were interested in publishing my thesis. whether this happens or not is inconsequential at the moment; it has made me realize i very much DO need to follow my 'professional' career, which would be good for me. i'm applying for jobs, though everyone is asking me for things that seem unrealistic or time-insensitive. it's my view that we need better people up top, hiring people, but maybe it's just my view. i need to go running all this week if i want any shot at being ready to run the chicago marathon in october. that will come quick. i'll be in arizona from sept 8-14. i'll be in denver sept 14-16. i'll be in chicago after that. don't know after that.
i just got an email from my school that they'd been contacted by some outside publishing company (a german-based company) who were interested in publishing my thesis. whether this happens or not is inconsequential at the moment; it has made me realize i very much DO need to follow my 'professional' career, which would be good for me. i'm applying for jobs, though everyone is asking me for things that seem unrealistic or time-insensitive. it's my view that we need better people up top, hiring people, but maybe it's just my view. i need to go running all this week if i want any shot at being ready to run the chicago marathon in october. that will come quick. i'll be in arizona from sept 8-14. i'll be in denver sept 14-16. i'll be in chicago after that. don't know after that.
Friday, August 21, 2009
the advent
i was recently reminded of 'free writing' from a friend here. the guy just sat down and put pen to paper, saw what happened, wrote a song. i explained that i hadn't done truly 'free' writing since junior year of high school, which was when my then hated english teacher forced us too. now loved, i'm sure.
this simple conversation at club rainbo blossomed into my current situation of writing thoughts of whatever comes to mind in a specific library-bound time period; just putting fingers to keys. my last post was that, as was this, as will be future posts. my ability to think of and plan blogs has vanished, so this outlet will be my corner in the room, the one you don't notice until it's super dirty, and cleaning it becomes it's only real function.
i wanted to take a picture of myself in this library, with a close background of book rows, and a sign that reads "NON-FICTION". i decided that, whereas i would have no problem with this, onlookers would give attention, which (ANY attention on one person) is taboo at public libraries. so i didn't do it. so went into the reading room and read some of my current book, 'adventures on the wine route', by a fucking pig named kermit lynch. slightly insightful, though, and mostly aimed at my expansion of wine knowledge. (if a mirror looks in a mirror, do black holes erupt?). now i'm leaving to bike in this wind, this unseasonal and most likely short-lived cold, and hopefully not get super wet with rain, if it comes down.
this simple conversation at club rainbo blossomed into my current situation of writing thoughts of whatever comes to mind in a specific library-bound time period; just putting fingers to keys. my last post was that, as was this, as will be future posts. my ability to think of and plan blogs has vanished, so this outlet will be my corner in the room, the one you don't notice until it's super dirty, and cleaning it becomes it's only real function.
i wanted to take a picture of myself in this library, with a close background of book rows, and a sign that reads "NON-FICTION". i decided that, whereas i would have no problem with this, onlookers would give attention, which (ANY attention on one person) is taboo at public libraries. so i didn't do it. so went into the reading room and read some of my current book, 'adventures on the wine route', by a fucking pig named kermit lynch. slightly insightful, though, and mostly aimed at my expansion of wine knowledge. (if a mirror looks in a mirror, do black holes erupt?). now i'm leaving to bike in this wind, this unseasonal and most likely short-lived cold, and hopefully not get super wet with rain, if it comes down.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
no one wants to die
headache
brownie bites through headache but
exercise can deal with that
can only look for future
revenue
transportation
imagination
forced into buildings
for communication and expo
for offerings of myself toward future employment
forced offerings
books
video
moving
fast.
false idols and interpretations
longing and slight of word does not mean saddness
a girlfriend once asked me, often, "are you depressed?",
because she was depressed.
needless to say it didn't work out.
she was only depressed because it wouldn't work with us.
i would absoluetly say i'm never depressed
only riding waves up and down
and if they're sloping low
they're bound to shoot up.
we can't live underground
CORRECTION:
i can't live underground.
brownie bites through headache but
exercise can deal with that
can only look for future
revenue
transportation
imagination
forced into buildings
for communication and expo
for offerings of myself toward future employment
forced offerings
books
video
moving
fast.
false idols and interpretations
longing and slight of word does not mean saddness
a girlfriend once asked me, often, "are you depressed?",
because she was depressed.
needless to say it didn't work out.
she was only depressed because it wouldn't work with us.
i would absoluetly say i'm never depressed
only riding waves up and down
and if they're sloping low
they're bound to shoot up.
we can't live underground
CORRECTION:
i can't live underground.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
fuck i never update this!!!!!
because my computer if fucked, again! i'm at the library. if you know some way to fix a mac that's beyond repair, let me know.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Welcome to Tiger
MAC OS X v10.4
i guess that's old? it must be, because my computer has been permanently reverted back to it, and nothing works on the internet now. all flash sites (which is fucking EVERYTHING) shuts down. facebook will work, for some reason. this site (blogspot) works if i click on things quick. i have no idea if this post will work. hence- i haven't posted on here for a while.
the computer broke while i was at work and mary jessica was using it. not that it was her fault; the computer has been steadily fucking up for some time now. this time, i lost everything that was backed up, and it really doesn't work much at all except for a tentative internet device for non-flash sites (of sites that have very little advanced code) and a way to type out things that i want to get typed out. so that's nice. the weekend that mary jessica was here was SUPER fun, and meg and eddie were here as well. i really like eddie (meg's squeeze). we all danced to michael jackson the night before he died (really, weird). since that weekend, i went to milwaukee to see sam (SUPER FUN) and met his squeeze angelique (very cool). then on the 4th janine came into town, which was (again) super fun and nice and surreal. the 4th was nuts in the city, with fireworks popping off literally everywhere around you for about the whole week of and after the 4th. but especially the fourth.
now i worked a shitload and am starting to save money. weather in chicago has been fucking ideal. drank a lot with company (obviously) and have not drank as much since (which feels great). however, pitchfork is this weekend and i will drink my ass off, as i am going as a character (upton) to promote a vegetarian product that i love. kinda weird. lotsa flask and plastic cup action. also, keenan will be in town. i just ate most of a red pepper and am doing sit-ups. i'm sure i still love you.
i guess that's old? it must be, because my computer has been permanently reverted back to it, and nothing works on the internet now. all flash sites (which is fucking EVERYTHING) shuts down. facebook will work, for some reason. this site (blogspot) works if i click on things quick. i have no idea if this post will work. hence- i haven't posted on here for a while.
the computer broke while i was at work and mary jessica was using it. not that it was her fault; the computer has been steadily fucking up for some time now. this time, i lost everything that was backed up, and it really doesn't work much at all except for a tentative internet device for non-flash sites (of sites that have very little advanced code) and a way to type out things that i want to get typed out. so that's nice. the weekend that mary jessica was here was SUPER fun, and meg and eddie were here as well. i really like eddie (meg's squeeze). we all danced to michael jackson the night before he died (really, weird). since that weekend, i went to milwaukee to see sam (SUPER FUN) and met his squeeze angelique (very cool). then on the 4th janine came into town, which was (again) super fun and nice and surreal. the 4th was nuts in the city, with fireworks popping off literally everywhere around you for about the whole week of and after the 4th. but especially the fourth.
now i worked a shitload and am starting to save money. weather in chicago has been fucking ideal. drank a lot with company (obviously) and have not drank as much since (which feels great). however, pitchfork is this weekend and i will drink my ass off, as i am going as a character (upton) to promote a vegetarian product that i love. kinda weird. lotsa flask and plastic cup action. also, keenan will be in town. i just ate most of a red pepper and am doing sit-ups. i'm sure i still love you.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
the tuning in
shows the last time i saw a show was at the bottom lounge i saw propagandhi and they were cool i sang to every word well not every word just all the words from their earlier albums i mean i like their last 2 albums but i really don't listen to them that much. the first band was called explode and make up which is kinda a shitty name but it's dennis from 88 fingers louie but he's old which isn't a big deal but it is when he just talks about being old between every song it's ridiculous and he was wearing an at the drive in t shirt and i recognized the guitar player from handlebar he always comes in with his kid which is cool but it was a bummer because the only song that got a lot of attention from people was a cover of minor threat
screaming at a wall
that was the name of the song. strike anywhere was next and they were good but then propagandhi ripped it and it was really fun i was TOTALLY soaked at the end and then biked home and i was still wet! ohmyGOSH and i saw a show last night and it was really neat but it's so hot here now and i'm just sweaty
screaming at a wall
that was the name of the song. strike anywhere was next and they were good but then propagandhi ripped it and it was really fun i was TOTALLY soaked at the end and then biked home and i was still wet! ohmyGOSH and i saw a show last night and it was really neat but it's so hot here now and i'm just sweaty
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Puerto Rican Suave
so this weekend here is the yearly puerto rican fest, and it's in my neighborhood because i live in the puerto rican district, in this latitude bordered by western and california ave. there's a fair very close to my house, which is cool but kind of a bummer due to how crazy people around all of this. i was told white people got fucked with a lot here, especially at night, but after asking around it seems that hispanic people get messed with a lot more because of the specific racial rivalry in my area. hence, i think i will try to steer clear of the festivities, as i work anyways this weekend and am busy with other events, not to mention house/dog/cat-sitting for friends of mine.
i still went running today, and ended up going only about 3.5 miles then walking the rest of the way home. i was listening to that new a-trak mix, but wasn't feeling it, so switched to grizzly bear and walking, which worked better. i run in shorter shorts, and no sleeves, which makes me stand out quite a bit in this neighborhood. i've gotten snide comments, but they always seem lighthearted so i haven't worried much. i need to keep running; it seems that i've become more addicted to running than i am caffeine or alcohol these days. weird. i'm very tired, and as you can tell this blog is mostly informational, and i only wrote it to post something on here because i've been neglecting it more as of recent. i'm not going to proofread it, which i usually do. it's funny how something can be so important in your life, and then it can get neglected so easily with just a small change of perspective or mood. this is not insightful.
i still went running today, and ended up going only about 3.5 miles then walking the rest of the way home. i was listening to that new a-trak mix, but wasn't feeling it, so switched to grizzly bear and walking, which worked better. i run in shorter shorts, and no sleeves, which makes me stand out quite a bit in this neighborhood. i've gotten snide comments, but they always seem lighthearted so i haven't worried much. i need to keep running; it seems that i've become more addicted to running than i am caffeine or alcohol these days. weird. i'm very tired, and as you can tell this blog is mostly informational, and i only wrote it to post something on here because i've been neglecting it more as of recent. i'm not going to proofread it, which i usually do. it's funny how something can be so important in your life, and then it can get neglected so easily with just a small change of perspective or mood. this is not insightful.
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