Sunday, October 31, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
you want to learn something today? read what camus wrote about the sisyphus myth.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Monday, October 25, 2004
screaming textured wallpaper in the big shoebox
au words are hot this week. autum, august, augusta, auburn. i stopped singing at the roadside flannelled farmers on this trip. i am a lot calmer now. i really am a very simple person.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
sturm & drang
little brother says
wish list, 10.23.04, 12:37 am
- my Kerplunk and 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours tapes from the mid-90s.
- a non-criminal brain (temporarily)
Friday, October 22, 2004
requisite red sox post
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
from over the permanent autumn of the lowell skyline i listened to her grace exuding mechanism tick on on n on
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
I Should Be (Smokey Robinson and the Miracles)
Thursday, October 14, 2004
"born to be a god among salesmen"
I'm 50 years old, and I have a Bowflex body
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Invitation to Live Musick
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Monday, October 11, 2004
Tom Waits sez
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
This from "A Good Man is Hard to Find"--get a copy!
Note to would-be critics, do-gooders, and naysayers: I post this because I love the song. The context of this post remains firmly planted within the realm of Art and appreciation; it is not intended to transcend the boundary/boundaries of Reality and its associated problems. If you were to hear the way T. Waits performs this song--the combination of voice and brilliantly retro, ancient-sounding production values--you'd understand. I implore you to understand. Please.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
The Sound and the Fury
Wish List, 10.10.04, 1:44am
- License to kill everyone I see wearing an Ithaca is Gorges t-shirt.
- A monthly subscription to all the publishing grrrls in Boston.
- Endless supply of white cheddar.
- A car wash I don't have to pay for or drive to.
casalblanca412 (1:32:33 AM): you are killing yourself! all those cigarettes and alcohol and lonely nights at hotel rooms! no more!
What a crazy Saturday it's been at the blog!
Saturday, October 09, 2004
exhausting breathing less crying in your fucking tarnish to the armor is garnish for the karma ash burnt brackish blue scatterawait captainuniversification toward the next occasional glow
this from chainsmoking--wait till i start drinking...
self-anesthizing policy incubator
Going to the Barber Today
Fishsticks for lunch now, then I'm getting my head shaved.
Friday, October 08, 2004
G-ZUS CHRIST!!! or, rb autoheartbreakup line compendium
- you'll be the perfect boyfriend in five years
- we're just not compatible anymore...i love you...i don't want to leave you...we're not compatible....bla bla bla
- like, i respect you, but i'm shady, and you're just as shady as i am, and i don't trust myself to not walk all over you like i walked all over N---, but you're shady so you might walk all over me before i walk all over you
- i just can't handle sleeping with people i like
semiassociated quotes for you to google:
- do not go gentle into that good night (take fully out of context)
- absence makes the heart grow still
- THE LAST TWO LINES OF THE SUN ALSO RISES
i don't *think* this is a joke.
tenth consecutive hotel morning
Thursday, October 07, 2004
They Call Me Deacon Blues (or, what i did tonight in maine)
How many deaths did I just die?
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Hemingway Validation Day Pass
Monday, October 04, 2004
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Dispatch from St John
The port is about the only thing lively here. Yesterday a containership called from the Caribbean, unloaded, and left. Big tankers load up at the refinery and head south to Boston. How do I know? Because I see the same damn ones when I bike around Boston. Nothing escapes me. Going to go biking if it's not raining too hard.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Dispatch from the Border
they pronounce it callous. it is the last town in america. it has a chinese restaurant, two pizza places (i'm at one of them), two bar/grills, and a three-screen movie theater in a single-story commercial building right on main street. at the theater they have a computer printout taped in the window of the box office that informs us that there must be at least six patrons in order for any single film to be shown.
directly across the river, which parallels main street--or whatever it might be called; in this rare instance the true name is insignificant--is the infinitely sexier canadian border: the tollbooth-style customs stalls and the sleek, gray, wooden office building that controls them. it has the well-designed Canada (tm) brand-name-visually-appealing-commercialized logo emblazoned on its well-lit side. whatever canadia paid for its image, it was worth it. there's a HUGE sign that says 70 miles to saint john. all the calais preteens just fought their way into the 3-screen theater (i saw them; many were turned away and climbed back into minivans)...are all the teens and post-teens lushing it up in st john? i am going to find out.
this is where i am on my trials by fire: carmen's hometown pizzeria family restaurant. it really has all those words in the name. according to the menu they offer the following calzones: cheese, "carmen's," ham, meatlovers, "spinach w/ or w/o Fetta Chz," mexican, broccoli & cheese, "CarMac," vegetarian, and "Taco." when i asked for a chicken calzone they looked at me like i was fucking nosferatu. then i went out to the car and got my ibook. now you should see how the residents of callous are looking at me.
well, the dark meat chicken calzone was not bad, actually. i was just about to gush extrospective but i realized that i'm not yet at tonight's destination. time to clear customs and hit the road. i forgot what i wanted to say anyway.