FALLING DOWN

This is a picture of Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy fame falling down. I'm glad, he probably deserved it.

SLOW BLOG

I want to keep up with you but you aren't even ahead of me. I look forward to you but you've been trapped in the area of my mind that I've labeled last year. I was so excited about you at first, I thought you were going to make me more productive with my writing. I also thought that you would make me enjoy my social life more. Yet events went from something that I was looking forward to telling you about to something that I felt obligated to share with you. I felt embarrassed when my interactions with you turned from a weekly (sometimes daily) thing into what we have now, which is the way you interact with a racist uncle. I'm sorry, but I just need some time to think about our relationship, I need to see how fall will treat me. I hope we can make some headway come winter. I hope we talk again before the new year. Good bye for now old friend.

INDIAN JEWELRY, EATS TAPES, MNDR, FLEXIONS @ VERA

Last night I went to the Vera Project with a friend to see a show I was anticipating for a long time. Indian Jewelry was a band I saw about 3 years ago at the now defunct S.S. Marie Antoinette with the Get Hustle. At that show Indian Jewelry jammed out so hard, it was pretty intense...I was kind of afraid they wouldn't stop but then jam session came to a sudden end. The singer of Get Hustle also played shirtless at that show and I think that everyone thought it was progressive that she was showing everyone her boobs. Regardless, the show last night was rad. Flexions played a set a songs that made me feel like I was surfing in the future, it ruled. Then MNDR, a band consisting of a girl named Amanda from Oakland and a bunch of cool things like an Omnichord, Pedals and some Samplers played. She had a difficult time because the sound was freaking out and everything sounded glitchy, I wasn't really sure what was going on because all of her instruments were all making noise at the same time and she was screaming about something and freaking out. At one point amidst the confusion I started laughing and had to ask my friend if this was a joke band, she said she didn't think so. I actually ended up talking to MNDR for a bit before EATS TAPES went on and she was really friendly. We talked about her set and I asked her how she felt about the sound and she said she was actually stoked on it because it reminded her of this noise band from Cincinnati called Hair Police. She gave me her CD and a kerchief with MNDR written all over it. Then EATS TAPES started playing and it was basically just a long set of techno. I danced but it was totally whatever. After a long while Indian Jewelry started setting up and eventually played. It started out by the drummer placing a strobe light under the floor tom and turning off all the lights while the guitars were droning out and the "noise" player was doing some trippy shit on a MicroKorg. It was visually captivating while at the same time gave me a headache. I would say that during their set I was bored half the time and the other half I had my mind blown. The guy singer/lead guitarist of the band made me feel like he wants to be Jim Morrison which was a little off putting and the other guitar player was wearing a sassy poncho. They were cool but I feel like you need to be in a very specific mood to really enjoy it. I definitely would see them again.

WORK DAY

Going good.

NEW HOME

I moved into my beautiful new home this weekend. I am so excited, we have a hammock and a kiddie pool and a badminton court. You can come over and hang out sometime if you'd like, just call ahead.

CAIRO

This saturday I went to CAIRO to hangout with Toby and to check out the gallery and store. It was a really great space, essentially a perfect place to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon. We did some drawings and chatted with random people who were coming to check out the space. Then Chris came to hang out and he made a nice Father's Day card for his dad. Matt showed up after his job interview and we got lunch. We hung out a little bit longer and then went home. It was a very nice place with interesting art and clothing, totally a great place to check out.

COMPILATION

I have been thinking recently about putting out a compilation of songs by a whole lot of different bands that I like. Most likely some on CD-R and some on cassette.

I would like to put the following bands on the compilation:

.Talbot Tagora
.Little Party and the Bad Business
.The Last Slice of Butter
.Dimples
.Paper Whale
.Shearing Pinx
.Mutators
.Abe Vigoda
.Mika Miko
.Ima Gymnast
.Flexions
.Seahouse
.Small Breed
.Medieval Women

I want to e-mail all of them and ask if it's "okay".

NEW SHORT

As I scroll up and down on my iTunes music library my eyes go in and out of focus and the combination of the different columns almost form strange figures out of text within the window. Sometimes I move the middle finger of my right hand from the scroll up arrow to the scroll down arrow and just zone out while gazing deep into my iTunes window. The weirdest thing I have ever seen while doing this was something that looked like this blocky silhouette of a person, a woman in fact...the figure appeared to be wearing a skirt, holding something that if your eyes were strained hard enough looked kind of like a butterfly. My mind was blown a little bit. What is the etymology of all those blurred out words I often wonder, the origin behind The Who's "Baba O'Riley" or perhaps something more generic but no doubt as interesting. Do people choose words to use simply because they sound better next to other words? Once I watched a four hour documentary that was a compilation of three different Noam Chomsky lectures. His words sound really nice together, but thats probably because he is the number one linguistics professor at MIT. In my room I have an American flag hanging up, would Chomsky advise me to burn it or would he just think that my not so subtle attempt at irony is dumb? How does he know so much about our world? I would love to meet him because there has to be at least one or two things that you could tell him that he isn't aware of. I could probably tell him about how much it sucks to have an over-drawn bank account or maybe what is the best way to go about rolling a perfect spliff. The second one is actually wrong, I roll really shitty spliffs...non of my friends want to smoke them. After I roll them they all get really sad and decide to do knife hits instead, which is fine except for the fact that I am terrible at knife hits. I wonder if Chomsky has ever done a knife hit. He most likely hasn't, but I'm pretty sure he has smoked weed before...he must have. In the 60's he was good friends with those anti-war people, flower children, hippies, the un-shaven. Those people smoked a lot of weed...they must have extended the peace pipe to Chomsky and thus a mutual interest between hippies and nerds was established. This friendship would be tumultuous at times but when it was good it was great. Like the time I saw a guy with dread-locks wearing a DEVO shirt. That was cool. Unity. Thats what the 60's were about I think. I think that the time I live in as made me a lot less interesting, in the 60's there were no Myspace profiles, if you were lame you had no escape from it because everyone could see exactly what you were about. There was no way for you to write something random in your "about me" to make yourself seem more deep and interesting. You were just a douche out in the open. Being a douche in private is a lot easier, no one can call bullshit on you cause no one is certain of your true douche-bagery. Maybe I am being very harsh. The other day I had this weird red bump at the area that your fore-arm and your bi-cep meet, you know, the area that is 180 degrees from your elbow. Anyways, one of my co-workers asked me if it was a trak mark, like from doing heroin. No way. That is for losers. If I need to be that relaxed I will just take two thera-flus and put on my Sade record. I don't want scars and missing teeth for the sake of relaxation. I would rather have two anxiety attacks a day than that. It just kind of made me feel uncomfortable that this person who I work with would assume that first before anything else, and ask if thats what it was rather than just asking what it was. It bummed me out, the whole day I kept trying not to show that area off, and I was trying to think of ways to make it go away. Scratching only made it worse. I had to think of something else but by the time I needed to think of something else I was off of work so I just took the bus home and hung out on my couch for a few hours. I also checked my Myspace, and went out for a cigarette. That was it.

TIGHT BROS

I miss my pals.

NO FUN

I've been broke the last few days. My life is so dumb right now.