June 22, 2008
January 07, 2008
and to that kisse a score
A kiss no matter how small can change lives.
he finished his bottle of wine and went to bed
he finished his bottle of wine and went to bed
January 05, 2008
Grammaphone
It is hard work creating a cd sleeve.
I used: paper (rolled up construction paper which kept rolling up so that cutting it was almost impossible given I have but two hands) and my exacto knife, and shelf laminating self-adhesive plastic type stuff. I have an exacto knife and a soldering iron with an exacto knife attachment. I used the soldering iron because I thought that it got hot enough to burn paper. It does, but not at the end where the knife is. After a few finger burns and having to cut holding the knife from the very end, which is very difficult with the hippy hippy shakes, I decided that the regular exacto knife probably was the better call. But it came out alright. That being said, I made one and needed at least three for tomorrow. bitchbitcthbitch. motherfuckers can deal with a plain cd.
I used: paper (rolled up construction paper which kept rolling up so that cutting it was almost impossible given I have but two hands) and my exacto knife, and shelf laminating self-adhesive plastic type stuff. I have an exacto knife and a soldering iron with an exacto knife attachment. I used the soldering iron because I thought that it got hot enough to burn paper. It does, but not at the end where the knife is. After a few finger burns and having to cut holding the knife from the very end, which is very difficult with the hippy hippy shakes, I decided that the regular exacto knife probably was the better call. But it came out alright. That being said, I made one and needed at least three for tomorrow. bitchbitcthbitch. motherfuckers can deal with a plain cd.
December 28, 2007
The world began just as it is
The failure to adhere to a schedule is to me a quality worth saving. And this coming from someone of german descent. If I get around to something it means that I actually care about it, not just that I care about appearing to be an adult, or organized.
Wu-tang's new album is interesting.
Walk Hard is pretty funny but not the funniest movie ever.
The Sarah Conner Chronicles is confusing in it's timeline.
I have read all of William Gibson's books except his last (not in paperback yet) and have enjoyed them all.
I "finished" my "CD". It is now called Apophenia. Look it up.
I got pretty drunk the other night and made lucas listen to it while i narrated.
Wu-tang's new album is interesting.
Walk Hard is pretty funny but not the funniest movie ever.
The Sarah Conner Chronicles is confusing in it's timeline.
I have read all of William Gibson's books except his last (not in paperback yet) and have enjoyed them all.
I "finished" my "CD". It is now called Apophenia. Look it up.
I got pretty drunk the other night and made lucas listen to it while i narrated.
August 23, 2007
And so it begins
It seems that I have been the victim of an elaborate porn/drugs/spam/scam attack. You leave a little used blog for a year and a half and this is what happens. It's like you can't even trust the internets no more.
Lots has happened in the past 18-24 months. I cut my hair!!! It grew back!! I lost my keys! I moved to Raleigh, then Durham! I lost my fascination with life! I made several half-hearted attempts at health and then one very strong attempt at death. Shit gets strange when you're deranged. That's the truth from a confirmed liar.
This re-re-attempt at writing down my daily travails is due to Tracy Williams of Kinston fame actually caring enough to care if I continued writing. Lord knows I couldn't kick myself in the ass hard enough to make it stick.
I have a somewhat reliable internet connection that I've stolen (wirelessly, god bless the future) from a neighbor that allows me to fool myself into thinking I might do this full time in my free time when I'm not doing anything else.
Today, the weatherman at WRAL (Mike Maze, I actually had to look up his name even though I stare at his always three seconds behind the count mug literally 9 days out of 10) called this the hottest, driest august since records started being kept in the 1880's in Raleigh. It inevitably started raining and the temperature fell by 15 degrees.
A body was found 1 door down from my apartment 2 weeks ago. Apparently, I was home when homeboy was shot. His body was found 2 days later ( I think it was dumped there). I came home from dinner with Chris and Maeve and Pei Wei ( pay way not pee wee) to the street next to my apartment roped off with police rope. Weaker and more yellow than consumer rope. Idin't find out the details till the next day at work from Pam on WRAL. One benefit of working at a tv station is that you start to realize how tenuous our society's hold on itself is.
Anyway, it's late and I'm tired so until next year...this is tunkamerica signing off.
Lots has happened in the past 18-24 months. I cut my hair!!! It grew back!! I lost my keys! I moved to Raleigh, then Durham! I lost my fascination with life! I made several half-hearted attempts at health and then one very strong attempt at death. Shit gets strange when you're deranged. That's the truth from a confirmed liar.
This re-re-attempt at writing down my daily travails is due to Tracy Williams of Kinston fame actually caring enough to care if I continued writing. Lord knows I couldn't kick myself in the ass hard enough to make it stick.
I have a somewhat reliable internet connection that I've stolen (wirelessly, god bless the future) from a neighbor that allows me to fool myself into thinking I might do this full time in my free time when I'm not doing anything else.
Today, the weatherman at WRAL (Mike Maze, I actually had to look up his name even though I stare at his always three seconds behind the count mug literally 9 days out of 10) called this the hottest, driest august since records started being kept in the 1880's in Raleigh. It inevitably started raining and the temperature fell by 15 degrees.
A body was found 1 door down from my apartment 2 weeks ago. Apparently, I was home when homeboy was shot. His body was found 2 days later ( I think it was dumped there). I came home from dinner with Chris and Maeve and Pei Wei ( pay way not pee wee) to the street next to my apartment roped off with police rope. Weaker and more yellow than consumer rope. Idin't find out the details till the next day at work from Pam on WRAL. One benefit of working at a tv station is that you start to realize how tenuous our society's hold on itself is.
Anyway, it's late and I'm tired so until next year...this is tunkamerica signing off.
March 08, 2006
brixton
This is just a placeholder post to get me back into the swing of things since i recently acquired a computer. no truths to be found here, no deep insights. Merely stream of consciousness typing to prove to myself that I still know how.
August 26, 2005
The furthest place from here
Sometimes the closest things get too blurry to see. They get so close and so blurry that you think you can see right through them and everything else is tinted with their colors.
There's a story somewhere about a man? who could project his thoughts into others' minds. That isn't to say that he could read their thoughts or even control them, just that he could put his own in among theirs. They might be lost in thought, walking. Thinking of how much work they had to do, how far behind they were on some pointless project, as they passed him on the street head down. He might, should the mood strike him, look at them and slip a tought of a daisy opening up on a spring morning among the papers and numbers and voices. Just for a second their stride might break. They might look up from their thoughts and see that the sun was shining here, too. They might notice the man, they might not. It didn't really matter to either or to either of their stories.
In Switzerland there's a town called Gryon. It's on the side of a mountain and surrounded by vineyards. There is no bank in Gryon and the grocery store is closed after five and on Sundays. It's unbelievably beautiful and the farmers there magic mushrooms on sandwiches when they're in season. When you visit someone you bring a bottle of wine, and they repay the deed with a bottle of their own. To recork a bottle of wine is considered an insult, implying that you want your guests to leave early. Farmers can get stickers to put on modified cars which allows them to drive impaired. If you see one of these cars, modified to not go over 35 km/hr you better get out of the way. The farmer may be drunk, blind, or on mushrooms.
There's a story somewhere about a man? who could project his thoughts into others' minds. That isn't to say that he could read their thoughts or even control them, just that he could put his own in among theirs. They might be lost in thought, walking. Thinking of how much work they had to do, how far behind they were on some pointless project, as they passed him on the street head down. He might, should the mood strike him, look at them and slip a tought of a daisy opening up on a spring morning among the papers and numbers and voices. Just for a second their stride might break. They might look up from their thoughts and see that the sun was shining here, too. They might notice the man, they might not. It didn't really matter to either or to either of their stories.
In Switzerland there's a town called Gryon. It's on the side of a mountain and surrounded by vineyards. There is no bank in Gryon and the grocery store is closed after five and on Sundays. It's unbelievably beautiful and the farmers there magic mushrooms on sandwiches when they're in season. When you visit someone you bring a bottle of wine, and they repay the deed with a bottle of their own. To recork a bottle of wine is considered an insult, implying that you want your guests to leave early. Farmers can get stickers to put on modified cars which allows them to drive impaired. If you see one of these cars, modified to not go over 35 km/hr you better get out of the way. The farmer may be drunk, blind, or on mushrooms.
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