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

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.

music, the devil, and me

brant and i usually wake and watch vh1 presents 'the most awful shit that still can pass as music, somehow'. i said it all sounds the same as i first started listening to it, and now i've attuned my ear to the differences in each song, but still think it all sounds the same. no, i KNOW it does. the joys of cable. in a similar sense, i've again brought to the forefront of my mind the joys of stupid faux-emotional writing. accordingly, i give you:

'the delicacies of human emotion'

muscles quaff as tails betwixt legs,
and we all remember, again
member,
that parts of speech do not have to belong.
we're not all english teachers.
we're all english, though.

blinders on eyes,
racism exists through white lines,
the staring of clouds creates density of minds.

even tires get tired, sometimes.