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Thursday, September 30, 2004 evil v. mediocrity 33 days til Election Day. 25 days previous to an election is the cut-off to register to vote. There are currently 8 days left to make sure you get the chance to formally choose mediocre over evil. So, if you haven't registered, please do. America needs mediocrity and you can help us obtain the severely handicapped (but hopefully not developmentally disabled) utopia that we crave! And then afterwards come here for the election day party where we'll all be eating, drinking, watching TV, listening to radio, and bitching. And bring some beer or wine or cheese or something. Wednesday, September 29, 2004 visual mesmerization and other assorted stuff Pictures are more popular than words. Literacy has been mortally wounded.        #1 and #2 courtesy of Bean and Bean respectively. #3 and #4: A hot pepper grown awry. It seems I take lots of pictures of fruits and vegetables and plants. Perhaps I should have been a produce/horticultural photographer. Or a botanist because I am inclined towards things that grow and chlorophyll. #5: Richard & friends with their King Salmon (not a euphemism) on the Rouge River (also not a euphemism). #6: monkeys and humans can't breed with one another because they have different numbers of chromosomes. I'm not sure what happened in my case. #7: hipsters gathering to drink and bitch about politics is the new civil disobedience. This event actually looks like it has fun potential. Too bad I can't make it. About full moons: Dad says the affects are mostly felt during the two days previous and one day afterwards. New information. Although he claims it to be an over-simplfication (which is true), I totally appreciate the pragmatism in Ez's post of 9/16. Tuesday, September 28, 2004 for the wolves Full moon happens this morning. Sunday, September 26, 2004 saturday night is a boring title         Friday, September 24, 2004 cover bands suck Today: inexplicably tired. I slept part of the night on the couch but that doesn't usually render me so unrenewed. Karaoke later. I reserve the right not to sing but that doesn't mean I wont. Who's 4 track can I borrow? I want to finally record that album where I and different friends perform covers of interpretations of whatever songs we/they want. Also I think taking on whole albums and messing around with them to record on our own terms is cool. Together. Separately. Individually. In different configurations. Sherry's gonna do an Erasure album all acoustic folk stylee. I think the Specials' self titled album would be loads of fun. Rah says the gogo dancer at his party last night (Starfucker @ Pianos) was ugly and got people to leave rather than stay. Then again, maybe he's just not comfortable raving to me about her rampant hotness. Thursday, September 23, 2004 divine culpability (Christ is my substitute) The other day surfaced another copy of the "Does God Love You?" pamphlet. This is my very favorite of all the Christian propaganda pamphlets, as it seems like the answer to the question posed is a resounding "NO." An excerpt from this literature: Q. But I am not wicked. I am a decent, moral person. Surely the good I have done in my life far outweighs whatever bad I have done. How can these verses apply to me? ...and it goes on. folkish binge It started with me listening to Donovan's: Catch the Wind (link to Alamo lyrics cause I love that song) over and over again and then adding some Eric Andersen and John Sebastian to the mix. Then today I bought a Fred Neil album because I really liked his stuff that Sherry has played for me and now I can't stop listening to that. Some We All Together is in rotation also. I also got Air's: 10,000Hz Legend and Donovan's: Greatest Hits which is actually really good despite the fact that I generally think greatest hits albums do not feature an artists' best material. I should not have bought records, though, as I am not as financially stable as I'd like to be at the moment. But really, I needed to buy these. Especially 10,000 Hz Legend because it's my favorite Air album and one of my favorite albums in general so how could I resist copy on vinyl?  Wednesday, September 22, 2004 numerology Numerology seems so arbitrary. Do people believe in this stuff? Like, for real? First off, the way we have our year divided and numbered is rather arbitrary. If our calendar is meant to be synched up with the sun and moon and planetary movements and rotation of our earth, then we are immediately not on point with our delineated 12 months, each with their varying numbers of days. It never all falls into place perfectly which is why we have things like leap years. And even if our calendar was all 100% mathematically and scientifically correct as per the universe, our system of numbers is not. Our system of numbers was only devised to enable us to quantify and measure things and is also rather arbitrary, like the space between tones in our western scale of music. Which brings us to this numerology crap. Given all of this, how is adding up the somewhat arbitrary digits of which our birthdates are comprised going to have any meaning? Ooh, I'm a "1". Whatever that's supposed to mean. At least with astrology we can figure out when certain energy fields and forces are present to affect our easily influenced pea-brains. Tuesday, September 21, 2004 flowers via excrement? I watch crappy daytime television for a maximum of 15 minutes per day: during the time I'm eating lunch by myself during the weekdays. I prefer the talk shows with the believable but trashy topics, makeover shows, and C-SPAN. Yesterday one of Montel's guests was a woman who got pregnant by her rapist and decided to have the baby. The woman and her husband both claim to love this child just as much as they love the children they had together but I have trouble believing this. Are they much better and more forgiving people than I, or just in complete and total denial? I've known people who try to paint indisputably bad circumstances as positive in order to evade negative realities and I have always found this behavior creepy. unfairness Apparently the Fairness Doctrine does not apply to the cable news networks, as they are not considered to be major mainstream news sources. The classic networks and news outlets are the only ones liable for presenting equal coverage on all sides of a given news item. Given the breadth of viewership of networks like CNN and FoxNews, this just seems wrong. I don't, however, disbelieve that this is the way our lawmakers assign this moral responsibility. Unfortunately I cannot find any definitive written information on this. Instead I just find lots about the Reagan era deregulation of this doctrine. Monday, September 20, 2004 babyparty + partyparty           ----------------------------------------------------  ----------------------------------------------------   Saturday, September 18, 2004 the calm before the storm (?) Some pics before there are more pics from tonight's double header.   protest signs which protest non gay rights issues should not look like the homosexual flag.    Friday, September 17, 2004 escrow 'Escrow account' are the magic words that get crappy landlords to do what you need them to do, boys and girls. I've known this secret for a long time and now I'm dropping the knowledge unto y'all. Tell them you'll send them a statement that shows the rent money in an escrow account each month when the rent is due until they do what you need them to. Perfectly legal and 100% effective! Users of this technique see immediate results! Thursday, September 16, 2004 starfucker this week you can find my ass on the Pianos website. Like, literally. in the abstract   Wednesday, September 15, 2004 flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel A few days ago I'm leaving my apartment but only for a minute to go down to the basement so I didn't shut the music. As I'm locking my door this teenage black dude is coming out of an apartment across the hall, gives me a funny look and says: is that your music? I said: yeah. He said: Hmmm. I said: what? you didn't expect it? He said: No. (gives me another funny look and walks away). Wu Tang was on. Sitting in my class tonight: The History of Special Effects in Cinema, it was finally, absolutely, indubitably clinched for me that I have absolutely no interest in film. I have to get out of this class and into a different class and a different program: one which focuses on music, art, business, philosophy, or anything else I'm interested in. One interesting connection that I made mentally in class tonight was how similar early film editing and effects techniques are to the early electronic music and editing that I'm so into, like Andre Popp and Jean Jacques Perrey. Except what Andre Popp did seems way cooler to me than any film effect. Par example: 1957 Popp's: Delirium in Hi-Fi comes out. The liner notes for one of my favorite songs on the album, La Cumparsita, read: Pizzicato strings with tape echo "Piccolo trumpet" solo by speeded-up trombone Trumpet and trombone with tape delay Three violins recorded at double speed And don't forget: circa 1957, before anything even remotely digital. People like Popp and Perrey were sitting around taking razor blades to audio tape and manipulating that way. So authentic. Monday, September 13, 2004 Vote for Bush or die. These presidential campaigns are so fucked. (...oh, wait, or is it all of us that are fucked?) Sunday, September 12, 2004 um...          Friday, September 10, 2004 shut up. bitch. I just ventured out to the local Staples which is in the local ghetto area (for those of you who don't know, I live exactly between the nice area and the not nice area) to get new ink cartridge for the printer. It seems that with the whole "back to school" thing, every ghetto mom is out with her rowdy-ass kids buying clothes and books and stuff. The kids act like wild animals which makes the moms scream and/or smack them and being around all of this makes me want to kill all of them. Sorry, but it's true. But the good news is that today I received James Taylor Quartet's "The Money Spyder" in the mail which is one of the records which has made me happiest to date. I only paid about $25 for it, including shipping from the UK (amazing!), as this record is not to be found in the States. AND, although this is apparently always true, this is one record that sounds WAY better to me on vinyl than it does on CD. It is an actual soundtrack from a spy movie and I used to listen to it on the subway back in the day (on CD or ...gasp... tape cassette) and envision everyone around me as potential suspects. Yes, this is how I sometimes get my kicks. Thursday, September 09, 2004 words about words and about nomenclature and fliers about parties that you should attend  ---------------------------------------------------- Someone suggested that Amanda and Gabe name their baby 'Euphoria' so the full name would be Euphoria Soria. They both seem to like the name Oliver but for me that name conjures up images of british orphan children. Then again, someone pointed out the baby's peers will most likely not be readers of Dickens which is probably true. I'd be a sucky lyricist. First off, lyrics are essentially poetry and I am not a fan of poetry. It has to be set to music for me to like it. If I were a lyricist I'd probably veto almost everything that I or anyone else came up. Contrarily, though, when I think of some of the lyrics in songs that I like, they are comprised of strings of words I never would have approved. Sometimes I think they're lame anyway but I easily accept them as part of good songs and mostly don't think twice about their rampant silliness in the long term. Some examples: "you walk past the cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long" -David Bowie "architecture students are like virgins with an itch they cannot scratch" -Pavement "Yeah I don’t want no sugar in my coffee, It’ll make me mean yeah lord it’ll make me mean," -from Bald Headed Woman (traditional) "in a dream there's a dolphin and a soldier, they're walking through the sand and toward a morgue" 'The Faint "the problem with your brother, he's always sleeping with your mother" -Pulp "I ain't never ever kissed a car before, it's like a door" -T. Rex (okay, so this one always strikes me as ridiculous, but it's somehow fitting) and, of course: "I wear black on the outside, cause black is how I feel on the inside" -Morrissey and also, of course, almost everything Kool Keith has ever written. a lyric I would have totally approved: "I remember how the darkness doubled. I recall, lightning struck itself." -Television Your assignment: find the god in Bjork's lyrics Holly turned me on to this article today. Wednesday, September 08, 2004 and the spiders from mars my brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there It's not usually one of my designated depressive rainy day albums, and it might sound cliche to some, but today is a great day to listen to Ziggy Stardust. Preferably in the bath or relaxing in some other manner (altho I haven't had a chance to try it in such capacity) (yet). Seriously, put it on. You'll see. Tuesday, September 07, 2004 jesus is my homoboy?  the duplicity of domesticity (or the duplicitousness of domesticitousness) I couldn't help myself. It just spun out of control. I've been sick for at least the last 2 days. No specific pain or anything; just extreme exhauston and waves of I can't possibly not lay down right now with a bit of coughing. Today's domestic binge started with me wanting to change the bedsheets because I've been sick sleeping on them. Then, I noticed the disarray that existed inside the linen closet so I cleaned it out and organized it. Then, I thought I should change the covering on the couch too because it's been on there for awhile and I've been sick lounging on that too. Then, the hamper was overflowing because of the used sheets and stuff, so I felt I should do some laundry. Then, all the room's floors looked like they needed a cleaning so I brought out the vacuum. There was a lot of dust and crap on the floor next to the couch by the CD holders and I realized that most of that area was taken up with old CD cases and stuff so I redid that little area. Then, I felt like the room's energy was not benefitting from the sides of Rahmin's bookshelf so I took the shelf apart, cleaned out the area behind it, and got 2 cinderblocks from the to replace them (it might not sound like it but it's better this way). Then I noticed that the bedroom rug could be cleaner so I threw that in the wash too... It goes on but I'm sure the point has been gotten. Insanity. I really am feeling quite ill but my surroundings are in great condition. And today I discovered that even though only 2 people and 5 pillows live here, I own 30 pillowcases. the eulogy Who gives eulogies to the unreligious? Friends? Relatives? I've seen/heard eulogies performed by religious icons (priests, rabbis, ministers, etc.) who had not been acquainted with the deceased and were merely speaking a paraphrased and embellished version of what they were told by friends and family and it's damned depressing. What a horribly impersonal way to be commemorated immediately post mortem. in other events So, Matt has a blog now. I'll add it to the links on the side of this page when I stop being lazy. I'm sick of code right now. So far it seems he's sticking to political stuff and links to animated things. Right now I think his Family Tie trailer is really cool. Monday, September 06, 2004 just name the kid 'Orphan' Saturday was Amanda's birthday and party.         Friday, September 03, 2004 R-ambo  I was told that this is located down the street from Pianos (L.E.S.). Rambo is something that some people sometimes call me. Also there's Ambo and Bambi and Mac and all sorts of other names. I should tag up a wall in my neighborhood with them. Gotta represent. photo courtesy of the Chodak Thursday, September 02, 2004 charge Each electrical outlet in my apartment has become riddled with various chargers: cellphone, digital camera battery, iPod, dustbuster, etc... and it's getting annoying to maintain this all. Life and thoughts are energy, right? Instead of shuffling around different prongs into different holes according to the needs of the moment, I feel I should be able to instill these items with the energy of my life force and they should run on that. Think it and it will be. Will the movement of energy and it will move. You may laugh at this now but just you wait until the principles of quantum physics are put into practical use to fulfill our every day needs (probably long after I'm dead). For now, I'm just sick of plugs and cords. those silly republicans with their ear-clad dildo hats  photo courtesy of Gawker if man is 5 then the devil is 6 and if the devil is 6 then god is 7... And my system is ten. Today I finally upgraded to OSX. Hurrah! I got all the software I need from Jeremy and another butterfly was ready to release from the tank today. Soojin let it go this time (below). I'm TERRIBLY disappointed that Ed Koch is behind Bush for the upcoming election. What's up with that? It's not like the democrats are going to prevail anyway. It's not like Kerry has much going for him besides that he's not Bush and that he actually served for his country (if the latter is actually a plus). Speaking of which: "Nobody spends more time on his knees than George W. Bush. The Bush administration hums..." 
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