Wednesday, September 26, 2007

why waste your time?


by:jen stark

>>>>droppin the ill writ<<<<

xxx dreams

obvious note:

don't look at
hamster nest or any of dash snow's work right before falling asleep, unless you want some whacked out nocturnal ridonkulussness.


Saturday, September 22, 2007

you make me weak


my temperature spiked to 102.6 last night, so i immediately called my dear sweet neighborfriend to bring some aspirin over to help break it. to pass the time (and my anxiety) i laid on my bed with a cold damp cloth on my chest, in the hopes that it would cool me off. i started to sort of pass in and out, then i hear my phone ring and it's the aspirin at the door. with my mr. burns stance and no equilibrium, i grab a shirt nearby, button up and go to the front door. i give the nice man some money and look down and have managed to miss almost every correct hole and corresponding button, turning my shirt into an origami 2yr old dressing herself mess thus exposing my funbag(s?!) i thanked the lad and proceed to my igloo room to pass out again.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

paper signal

Hectic schedules on both ends of the blogosphere have kept John and myself quite busy. So it was a pleasant departure to be able to mill about the internets and stumble upon these quirky gems. Hi five for oddities exposed on the www.

Discovery of the Day

Today Boing Boing posted a link to a site that had scanned a few of what are called QSL cards. These are little trophies for amateur radio operators; be it ham, cb, shortwave, or what-have-you. When an amateur operator in, say, Minnesota would make contact with someone in Mongolia and they were friendly enough he or she would give his address to them so they could receive a QSL card and vice versa. So, each one represents a feather in the hat for the operator. Jody Foster’s character in CONTACT gets one at the beginning of that film

So I did some digging around and found this enormous treasure trove of them from all over the world (There’s even a section for countries that no longer exist!). The designs jaw-dropping: from sleek Soviet to hillbilly scrawl. So, here’s your interweb rabbit hole of the day – have fun and hopefully you’ll find one to steal for your bands next flier!

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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

post 27 club.

"Saturn strips away illusions and points out limitations, allowing you to view yourself in a harsh, often unflattering light. At the same time, it endows you with prudence, practicality, and the perseverance to work hard toward achieving your purposes. Consequently, this is a good time to rearrange your career or lay the foundation for a new one.

Saturn. . . is never easy to deal with because his function is that of promoting growth."


>>saturn return<<


perhaps this could explain:

.my cell phone dying

.my work phone dying
.my work email crashing
.my new job
.people coming out of the woodwork
.unexplained drama drama



bob ya head

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

maths




things i learned from a brief xylor jane interview:

+ gematria

+ natural division
+ ambidextrous folks usually favor a certain hand
+ in the orange county public school system they take students to disney land on field trips instead of museums
+ even though some people grow up in a rigorous religious environment, and eventually move past that way of thinking, the original religious principles still haunt you

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

midnight flash



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by: joss mckinley

misty and water-colored







missed the first band 3x and it broke my little heart each time.
saw the second band 4x.

embracing summers of '94 and '96.

Friday, September 7, 2007

missing you missing me


in my stunted nasal airflow state i had the pleasure of watching the roky erickson documentary you're gonna miss me with a good buddy of mine. the film painfully follows roky, his mom and his brothers, struggling with with roky's schizophrenia as well as his mothers lack of resources and ability to properly care for her son. only happy when he's surrounded by squelches and squeals from multiple tvs, radios, amps, and any other device that will produce a cacophony of noise. roky has also amassed a rather large collection of mail order trinkets and rubbish in his close quartered apartment.
his brother sumner has a sincere interest in taking roky under his wing and bringing some "normalcy" back to his life. the family as a whole has dealt with their fair share of an alcoholic, unresponsive, and (by choice) an uncommunicative father who lives next door to the very son that is trying to pull roky from his mental abyss. yet the family still tries to work together, only to (in an almost sisyphean way) fall back to their old ways and allow the matriarch to keep roky in her care.

the love sumner has for his sibling and the notion that all he wants is to help roky to return to playing music, is nothing short of awe inspiring. music, being the one thing he knew would bring his brother a modicum amount of joy, despite roky's diminished interest. the true story is the battle sumner has over his own unfortunate upbringing, and how he makes a life for himself (and eventually roky) with the help of his mentor and thier love for music.


Tuesday, September 4, 2007

silent sigh



halfway home

a hunch is all you got sometimes


photo by: alex soth

Fog, like reason, settles on the peeling district.
This is the new money. The new economy.
Where my lover lives. When I left him,
I left books, coats, silverware. Things.
It wasn't charity; it was an impure,
commonplace case of forgetting. (May he find some use

for my low-rent betrayals.) Land ends
with miles of aloe along the Great Highway.
Surfers strip off their suits, half-naked
to the naked sea. The sand's ignored
BEWARE OF THE UNDERTOW signs:
these are the notes of the drowned.

The Sunset, by Randall Mann

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