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Dec. 1st, 2013 | 12:20 am

I'm back!!

I'm back???

Ehh...We'll see. In full disclosure, you should know I have a short attention span. But I loathe Facebook, and long for something just short of real human contact. So my options are limited.

Facebook. Meh. What to say about Facebook? In my opinion, it's for people who get their jollies off posting pics of their selves doing obnoxiously ho-hum shit in the company of friends all wearing the same rehearsed, moronic simpler, photo after photo. Not quite subtle or real in my book. Plus I don't like the way it tucks four sentences out of sight like it's some inexcusable intrusion on the world of happy poses.

In any case, I suppose that for now I'll keep my internet b.s. time confined to the pages herein. Maybe when not being a self-absorbed twat, try to contribute something to the conversation. I promise nothing. I'll deliver on even less. But maybe I can amuse myself and a few others in the process.

Until next, time, take care, and good to be back...whoever is still out there.

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(long overdue) update

Dec. 31st, 2009 | 04:55 pm

Hi all, I was just dropping in to copy something I'd posted on my page way back and I thought I'd update in case anyone actually ever reads this thing. I'm living in Jacksonville, FL now, still working for the (hu)MAN (a). Lived out on the beach for about 6 months until the drive into downtown got to be a burden. Finished an album called Tangled Heart Rondo a while back http://www.last.fm/music/Tortoise+Vs+Hare/Tangled+Heart+Rondo+(2009) Got another one on the way, if I can ever get around to recording it. Let's see...what else? Nothing out of the ordinary, I guess. Still drink too much and sleep too little. Well, take care till next time.

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Dec. 4th, 2005 | 12:05 am

So. How is everything with everybody? It's been a while, no?

Got a new job with a new employer (Humana) that hates employees who fritter away company time, so my internet usage has been restricted as of late. I know, I know: that's no excuse for the near three- month's absence. I wish I could have followed everyone's stories a little more regularly. People have been married (Blookum), moved on to better job opportunities (Volvita)... god knows what else that is eluding my alcohol-impaired memory. Let me just congratulate and say in sincerity how much I have missed reading about each and every one of you.

If this sounds a little maudlin, forgive me; I've always been the emotional retard.

I guess I'm trying to say that I probably won't be updating this anymore. Time restraints have proven to be a bit much, what with work and the album project and all. I'm almost done with that, though, and plan to move back into Old Louisvile next week, so who knows? Maybe I'll run into some of you. If so, I hope we won't be strangers.

Anyways, take care. I'm sure to delete this in the next week or so. I don't much use for it any more, as I've put all of my self and my time into my work. As for reading everyone else page, I don't know: it just kind of makes me feel creepy when I randomly intrude on people's pages these days, especially when I feel the urge to chime in.

So yeah, anyways, happy trails!

Ps. I am watching a Norm McDonald movie that has already had cameos from Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, the fat guy from Seinfeld, and countless others. I sure wish I knew the name of it....Anyone?

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Aug. 27th, 2005 | 11:28 pm

Inside the the news was no better than without
The airwaves had barely been broken
We stole away from our buried cave
Only to find mad fortune had spoken.

The act was rehearsed
For better or for worse
The audience waited on forgotten parts
The sins of the flesh may in fact weaken us,
even while strengthening the heart.

It leaves me thinking of surprise endings
The kind that don't happen outside books
Where those that are favored by fortune
divine the right answer
Reaching out to them through damnable looks.

I'd hate to be the one to tell you that your days are numbered
I'd love it if I could only stop thinking
That somehow you made it past the sharks to the shoreline
That somehow our ship wasn't still sinking.

But oh, nevermind, let us instead speak of pleasant things.
Let me think of the different ways of loving the sun,
Foolishly frittering life,
with three square meals a day, upon a paid holiday,
and a coy, south islander wife.

When I reach the shore to find my home and
Let no one tresspass to sell or to deceive me
And hang a scarecrow to sing out from his crucifix
And breathe clear at night ever so deeply.

And I'll adjure my scarecrow to keep watch.
He'll burn away predators so fiercly
Endowed with fiery weapons of magic,
Vigilant against those that would steal from
and poison the air with their heresy.

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Aug. 26th, 2005 | 03:12 pm
mood: I don't fucking know. Happy, but coffee-addled and anxious
music: The Mountain Goats - Pink And Blue

Life around here has lately been a little...well...surreal.

Just when all was quiet on the decepticonfront, the cosmic powers-that-be decided that a lightning bolt of insanity shot straight to the heart of things would be just the ticket.

I present you with Alpha Girl: named both for her prime position in the decepticonfetti life-narrative and musical pantheons.

You see, weve known each other for a long time. A looooong time, but it was always just impossible. Initially it was the age disparity; she was 20, I was 17. I had the usual high school emotional baggage compounded by bird-chest and acne. And an afro to boot. Forget "euro", this was an afro.

And yet, somehow we hit it off. Maybe it was just that we were both hopeless Romantics. I don't just mean your run-of-the-mill, pick-a-Julia-Roberts-flick-for-a-frame-of-reference, cheese; I mean we were both, well...discontent with the lives lived less fully and more ordinarily. We had...I don't know...what's the word? intimacy? On an emotional and intellectual level, perhaps.

But for whatever reason, we didn't. And we knew we would be good friends, but we didnt try to make it more than that.

Fast forward eight years, and shes telling me what I guess I always knew she would. I knew it through all of those years when I'd come around and her boyfriend would be visibly uneasy. Shes telling me she wishes she had never been with him--her first and only boyfriend--and that even though she loves her two little children, if those years had been different...

"But, listen here, say I, "I don't want to be your rebound, and I don't want to be a homewrecker because you all of a sudden have got the fanciful notion that the grass is somehow greener."

But that was unfair, and she called me on it. Home wrecker, nothing. Her home has been in shambles for six years, if not longer.

"So why cling to him?" I ask.
"I haven't been with him for ___--"
"That's not what I meant. I meant: why have you been cohabitating with him all of this time?"

She then proceeded to rather swiftly and disdainfully inform me of a number of real-world economic considerations that having kids and low-paying jobs exposes one to, and that most of us never have cause to consider; and that, besides, they had more or less been staying separately at different friends' houses, taking shifts with the kids, moving back and forth between here and her home city of Newark, all in effort to avoid each other as best as possible.

Fucked up to think it might work, I know.

"It is, but it isn't, she said."

And she was right, kinda. I don't think theres been a single instance when weve hung out over the last decade where we didnt enjoy each other's company. O.K. maybe one, but that was because I had to listen to her twaddle about some other guy.

So last night we hung out at the karaoke bar--us, and my two band mates, one of which happens to be her cousin, my long-time friend, and the man that introduced us--and it all kind of erupted into the open. To make a long story a little less long, it ended in a few, promising moments, and the conclusion, mutually reached, that it would best be sorted out tomorrow when we could go out alone and be a little more sober.

Of all the things about this, nothing scares me more than sobriety.


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Aug. 15th, 2005 | 11:05 am

In lieu of a real, and decidedly depressing entry about this weekend's numerous misadventures, may I present you with a meme:

Tagged by emoticripple:

List five songs that you are currently digging - it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and the five songs (with artist) in your blog. Then tag five people to see what they're listening to.

The Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #1 (tunnels)

Leonard Cohen - Sing Another Song, Boys

Cake - Let Me Go

Bell & Sebastian - Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying

The Brian Jonestown Massacre - When Jokers Attack

Now Your It!


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Jul. 14th, 2005 | 01:21 pm

Stolen From emoticripple, who stole it from somebody else, who I'm pretty sure was the original stealer from the source.

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Jul. 14th, 2005 | 01:02 pm

I forgot my wallet today and the lasagna leftovers I had in the fridge. This means that I have to choose between eating my pinkies and the bag of weird-tasting chocolate candy that Patty has had in her office for an indeterminable period of time. I've always thought pinkies were a little bit overrated, but you never know when they may come in handy...Choices.Shit...

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Jul. 7th, 2005 | 04:02 pm

These terrorist fucks don’t get it, do they?

The invasion of Iraq was only ever possible because Bush linked it with the 9-11 attacks. You can argue about the motives, the rationale, the relative weight we should give to each pro and each con of having invaded. But the simple fact is, what made it possible in the first place was the palpable shift in the zeitgeist in late 2001. A lot of people were confused and angry at being attacked, and they wanted revenge. It is extremely doubtful that a clear majority of Americans would have supported a sustained ground invasion and occupation were it otherwise. Bombs from afar? Perhaps. Commitment of troops over an indefinite period? Doubtful. The people wanted retribution. They fell behind the man that promised them security and a quid-pro-quo for each instance of terrorist nastiness. ‘Get the fuckers that got us, and get them before they do it again.’

The terrorists say they want our and our allies’ troops out of the Middle East. Not such a bad idea, if you ask me. But if these jackasses knew the first thing about the West, they’d have seen that it isn’t going to be expedited by giving people more of a reason to be bloodthirsty and pissed at Islamic fundamentalists. All this latest attack on London ensures is that British troops will be turning over every sand-encrusted rock in a two thousand mile radius of Baghdad for another twenty years to come.

Sure, our leaders do some shady stuff, but the vast majority of their work is carried out in the public’s full view and with their acquiescence, if not active cooperation. With the media spin machines at work, it is much easier for our leaders to harness a vague discontent among the masses and direct it towards their own, particular vision for fucking up the world (by giving whole thing a specious plausibility) than it is to achieve something purely under the public’s radar. As every one familiar with either history or Star Wars knows, there is no more tried-and-true method of getting people to support questionable agendas than by drumming up patriotism. People are just never more united than when they have a common enemy....

Public sentiment is a very powerful thing. Our most effective politicians have learned how to shape public perceptions by learning how to put a positive spin on agendas that in a different setting would seem either partisan or sinister. And fickle though it may be, changing the public’s feelings about something is still the best avenue for effecting political change. The ironic part of today's bombing on London was that popular support for Bush and his tired justifications for the Iraq mess had recently hit an all-time low; after the Downing Street memos, I suspect that the situation was much the same for Blair across the Atlantic. A large part of America was finally starting to ask such questions as: “Why did we go over there? How and when can we leave?” On rare occasions even: “What are they attacking us for, anyways?” But whatever coincidental coalescing of interests on the part of terrorists and normal, responsible Britons and Americans might have been possible at one point--such as getting our people the hell out of the Middle East--it is becoming less conceivable as the dialogue in our own countries about what to do over there becomes overwhelmed by the cries of outrage.

The terrorist would probably counter that a lack of dialogue about the Middle East situation was the whole motivation for the attacks: that no westerners ever stopped to listen to Osama and his pleads to disentangle the Middle East from Anglo-American interests prior to 9-11; that no one cared about the favoritism we were showing the troops in Saudi, or the attack on Lebanon. Well I’ve got news: the higher the bodies pile up, the less many people are going to listen. Reasons, issues, who needs them? This thing has a life of its own.

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Jun. 23rd, 2005 | 11:55 am

Why is it, friends, that a hardened java junkie like yours truly can no sooner finish a single cup of coffee in the morning than be caught dashing to the pot for fear of soiling the old skivvies? Or that the perfect antidote to this state of discomfiture is, of all things, an extra-large bar of Hershey’s milk chocolate?


I am sorry. What an awkward choice of subject matter after such a long absence from LJ.


It must be the lack of sleep I suffered at my parent’s place last night from The Closet That Won’t Shut Up, which, besides being located under a creaky staircase, evidently houses a colony of crickets and two unnaturally animated water heaters. I don’t know how this managed to escape my attention over the past couple years. It’s probably an indication of just how drunk I usually am when forced to be in close proximity to my parents for several hours at a time.


Things seem to be once again going along splendidly with the music project, after suffering a brief setback when reinstalling windows caused me to erase my recordings. Not such a big deal, really, since only one among the lot was a good enough take to be kept. I quickly jotted down the material I’ve been working on lately so as to commit it to memory. I gave a couple of ditties to emoticripple to listen to, in hopes that he could apply his formidable literary talent in whipping me up some lyrics. Bob appears to be coming along at a respectable pace on the drums, and I’ve got another guitarist I’ll be playing with soon that I expect will be able to help with the writing.  


Things on the job front have not been as smooth. Of course, I can not honestly say that I’ve been actively seeking full-time employment aside from my ill-timed application at the Veteran’s Bureau, but the obstacles seem to be real enough. Day by day there appear to be fewer jobs opening up to history majors with mediocre GPA’s and unimpressive extracurricular involvement. This leaves me in the same predicament I had been facing several months ago: whether to throw my all into seeking and securing some sort of better employment, or to continue on with the plan of getting a paralegal’s degree. This summer was to be the time for decisions, but already the days feel like they’re getting shorter.


But anyways, it will all work out for me. Right?


Incidentally, I urge you, if you have not done so already, to go see the new Batman movie. I cannot fathom that in this vast domain of dorkery there would be a single person not touched by this knowledge already, but, if so, let me be the first to contaminate you: this Batman movie had not only a new set of more realistic, three-dimensional villains, and a different, notably less square-jawed hero, but also a quite talented director at the creative helm, Christopher Nolan. From what I read, a sequel is already in production.


Nolan, like Burton in the first two films, creatively reinterprets Gotham for the silver screen in an original, visually engaging way that is also rigidly faithful to the comic that inspired it, in particular Miller-era Dark Knight. This is the man that brought you Insomnia and Memento, and his methods are consistent with the character and quality of those films. Nolan’s Batman has none of the cartoonish stupidity of the Schumacher flicks, which foolishly tried to outdo the Burton films in terms of surrealism, and the late 60’s tv show in campy, homoeroticism (Sorry, folks: no panty-hosed Robins ‘sliding down the Batpole’ here.).  Sure, if you’re already familiar with the Batman story, you will probably find the expository stuff to be a bit tedious, but even in that instance you will have a good deal to look forward to with some creative narrative weaving involving the Scarecrow and Ra’s Al-Ghoul. Lastly, there is the simple choice of casting. I think anyone who has seen American Psycho would agree that few actors are better able to capture the asceticism, psychological foreboding, and patrician aloofness of the Batman/Wayne character than Christian Bale. Batman Begins has all the right ingredients of that rare class of films that exhibit both artistic grace and popular sensibilities. It is a pity that the financial reserves of we dorks have been so heavily tapped into already by Star Wars, or else most of us would be right back there in the front row again.


If you are by chance still reading down this far, and wish to be amused, let me call your attention to this rant of one goofy, curmudgeonly blogger (hats off to Rohmie for the link). In his overeagersness to disparage the anti-Iraq crowd, he commits, methinks, a mix-up just a tad bit embarrassing, confusing some loony followers of a homophobic Kansas preacher as “leftists” and “communists.” What is just as amusing to me is that after being called out in the comments section, he justifies his gaffe with a response so stupid as to defy the imagination:


“And what are they all upset about? Are they upset about a deranged protest at a military funeral? Do they denounce this lunatic? Nope. They're simply upset at being lumped in with a crazy preacher.”


To which I had to reply:


"Hello? Am I missing something? Was not the whole point of your idiotic meanderings merely to paint the anti-war gang as a solid bloc of soldier-hating communists? Was it to discuss in earnest detail issues of foreign policy, or was it to demonize your political opponents as a cohort of traitorous lefties?" 


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