I beg you to reconsider, PLEASE!

This is a message for someone I love dearly who is possibly making the worst desicion of their life......

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Sky Ear

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I have no idea who is handling latte strategy up at headquarters but this news it quite distressing.

"The horror -- the outrage": The sprinkles are being discontinued!

Modestly Meloncholy

I forgot what it was like to have these human emotions and reactions. Not exercising the heart and keepin shit robot is not healthy at all. I wish I could mind meld thoughts when I'm having them during the day direct to this blog, the emotional intensity is steaming. I guess I deserve some of thos karma reaction I subconsiously sabatoge my relationships before they have a chance to even start. I didn't love you or anything but the way everything just STOPPED is heart breaking. But I don't care, remember? You said you get like this when things were over for you in the past. Chilly. But I don't care.

Fucking Genius, go read now!

Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while.




And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me.

So it's the end of the world, again. And I feel fine. No, actually I feel like shit. My right tonsil feels like it's on fire and being stabbed. I've been popping vicodan all day, trying to ease the pain. Going out drinking all night probably did not help. God, when will I learn that some times there are limits?

Check it:



A.C.T. ONE

Saturday, October 02, 2004
Syracuse Lakefront Inner Harbor

ALL DAY! / ALL NIGHT!

Info: www.thinc.org/actone

3 Stages Of Live Music & Theatre
100's Of Area Artists
Voter Registration
Skate Park& Climbing Wall
Kayak & Bike Rentals
Multiple Screen Film & Video Projections
Local Wines & Micro Brews
Community Advocacy
Fireworks

Big Pile Of Notebooks

Lazy lazy Sunday up here in Cornwall New York. I've been layin low like woah, doing laundry cleaning the house and playing on the internet. I just completed my first official research project, scraping the archives of a mailing list I'm on for all the book reccomendations. Took about two hours total, pretty easy.

My tonsilitis has not gone away completely, which pisses me off to no end. Hopefully I can eliminate it soon, I don't want to go through the hassle of getting antibiotics. Other than the tonsilitis and some associated neck tension, I feel ok. I am going to start getting some more exercise to tone up and pump up my energy levels. Too often my crazy schedule and lifestyle drains me to 0%. I want a surplus of juice.

Carissa came upstate to visit this weekend. We had fun just relaxing and wandering around the Hudson Valley. I think I freaked my father out when we just showed uop at the end of his art opening, like "Dan has some girlfriend? WTF?". Funny.

The elements of my life are starting to drift apart like pangea splitting into all the continents thousands of years ago. People in LA, DC, NYC, Denver. Places where my mind resides like Portland, internet homes all over the planet. My financial debts in a holding pattern around my head. Ideas tacked up on the wall, all over the place like an art school crit. Links alyout and bookmarks in a big pile. The whip rattling down the road just barely. Think I'll take a vicidan.

Read through a big pile of my old notebooks this afternoon. The experience was really eye opening. Some ideas I've forgotten about, some I'm still working on. Parts of me seem way more developed, others seem like I knew more in the past.


I'm listining to DJ Harvey right now. Fucking genius.

This site has been getting accesed by some weird-ass searches, such as in the image at the top of this post. Also: "paris hilton, storm king", "hallucinogenic learning" and "you drunk fuck"


Hey, what's up?

"Relax and Refocus"

God I am hungry.

I got some weird spam/ad/freind request on myspace tonight. This cute 19 year old girl from California was pimping some t-shirt company. Genius or nightmare? Scary to consider that these social interactions can be bought and sold to make some money. It's like people who are hired to go hang out and subtlely promote products at trendy bars.

I woke up on the bathroom floor Monday morning. Never a good sign. That hangover took all day to shake. Motherfucker. I heard and fuzzily remember acting the fool and such. The embarassment will haunt me for a while.

Thank god for the internet. I self-diagnosed a minor case of tonsilitis and got some home-remidies to cure it. When I saw my throat Sunday morning I freaked the fuck out, but the handy online medical encyclopedia calmed my nerves. Also, Lou knows wher to buy the cheap antibiotics online, so screw going to the doctor. FUTURE FUTURE!!!!

I need to go catch up on my sleep.

The keyboard on my clie is broken,

Dude, it's been way to long since we last talked. I've been riding a wirlwind of IRL activity that's kept me from my home sweet home on the interweb. But now I'm back from outerspace, on vacation from work and New York City and the RNC and the protesters imprisoned in Guantanemo on the Hudson and my new girlfriend who may be mad at me. But I digress.

I've forgotten what free time feels like. The past months have been a marathon of work and commuting, non-stop and all the time. Weekends were used for drinking away the stress of the week and convalecing with my hangover for a thousand years.

But I have a plan.

Last night I dreamt I was at some strange college party. Ian Russell aka DJ Vern, one of my past time best friends was there. It felt like a wedding, and he was djing, but POOF, gone. After that I was kicking it to these two beautiful suicide-girlesque women and that felt great and I was hanging out with DJ Derrick Carter and he had a baby, and kept loosing his records. Others were loosing various things. H mmmmmm.

I have a plan to make a hyperspace jump. Only it will take at least six months to build my space ship. At least. I think I lost the map around here somewhere.......