The Mid-Western Big Bra Phenomenon

I was in the parking lot of a Chili's here in once-provincial Morris, Illinois last night with my mom and Dave, and this whole trip home revealed itself to be worthwhile. There, like the exotic and reclusive Kiwi of New Zealand, was the bra-spotter's dream come true. The Big Mid-Western Parking Lot Bra of the Middle West. I hurriedly reached for my camera and took a snapshot for posterity. I'll be sending it to the rare bras department of the Audubon Society next week. I hope I haven't missed deadline for their publication of the 2005 Rare Bras of These Middle Western States. Truly, this Chili's, and all the others just like it, is "Like no place else," just like the big sign tells you when you walk in.

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This is an order.

Morning

Good God, Ya'll

Quicksand's Slip is a clean, vitriolic snort of hot mercury. I'm so mad I don't know if I want to fuck or fight.

In a Perfect World

Privation

The fish in solitude, in communion with the houseplant the roots of which extend into his bowl
every day swim around swim around
And me in my room, in communion with messages encoded as music inside the bowl inside my mind
bob your head
talking to the things we have by changing for them

Cthulu in a rage of love

Do not ask me to make any petty descriptions, I can only give you a look
and ascend into a perfectly black envelope outside time and space
in a pitiless cold where I will shine without air and without lungs
and hum and shudder a slow, dirging gravity
shaking with love,
shaking with love

Total Information Awareness=The Greatest Love, the Greatest Love

Total Information Awareness
Category Singularity
Inside the single mold
terrorist
We learn a love that is all places at once
We touch a thing so big its size is translated to speed
In absolute understanding and absolute location
Our embrace no longer extends
To brush a nipple, to cup a breast
but no longer needs to move

and another thing

My advisor ducked out of my appointment to talk to her about my paper today, so I have to work on my annotated bibliography all on my lonesome over break. It will be a good chance to get out of the house and stay active, I guess. Always merry and bright.
always merry and bright.

nothing much

It's getting late in the night. I'm going back to Chicago tomorrow for 2 weeks. I thought the break would be welcome, but I'm having separation anxiety- separation from resources, separation from there being money in my bank account, separation from being sure of myself. Separation. Separation. Separation.

Do I take the internship with MTV or do I go with the PR internship with the women?

Ugh.

The Fine Art of Rest, Case Study

Below we see two men. Which one is sleeping better? Which one is guaranteed a meal tomorrow? Is there a correlation?



Last night dreams of trapping mice and rats in glue traps, big ones who dragged the traps around on their legs, looking at me with sad eyes as I realized I was killing my friends, my old, dear animal friends and refused to change course.

I don't believe you can communicate

Boy with no front seeks girl with no back
"Let's take a trip together, headlong into the irresistable"

Hello?

The voice from behind her tells her to leave what she has at the door, he'll think about it.

I'm inside, I'm here, talking to you... I thought you were handsome, but I'm getting closer.

You're not inside yet. The inside is retreating.

I thought you were handsome, but... is this a trick of the light? Your face is concave, like a mask, like I'm looking at it from behind...

The voice is behind her.

Please. I'm thinking.

What? You're mumbling... you talk without moving your lips...

Did Ibn Fadlan fulfill his fears, did he sleep with the demon women of the north, the ones with no backs?

I'm leaving this here. You can have it. You can take it. You should take it. There are no strings. If you don't, you know I'll take it the wrong way...

"is this a competition?"

Talk from in front of me, I can't see you, your arms are gone keep holding me

Don't misunderstand me
don't

easing back into stasis, ease back, going concave

the bed is empty.

Please Read this Achewood

It is a simple genius, but a good genius. Carpe Diem. When you are drunk, be drunk, when in love, love... all you deadly serious motherfuckers. You know who you are.

Coming Orange, Terror Alert System pr0n

“It’s like orange. Very much like orange. This is my estimation.”

The committee robot chirped.
“Very good. I like it. Very good.”

The orange man stood up and sat back down again.

The hellafied one PRESSED THE PISTOL HARDER AGAINST THE SPEAKER’S TEMPLE!

“It’s coming oranger, oranger by the second.”

The committee robot chirped and held up a blue piece of cardboard. The hellafied one PRESSED THE PISTOL HARDER AGAINST THE SPEAKER’S TEMPLE!

The committee robot chirped and asked “What do you see, Mr. Speaker?”

The answer: “I clearly see a color.”

The orange man pulled out a small wireless device and called up several pictures of carrots, which he murmured to with some excitement.

“What is the hellafied one’s opinion?” the committee robot chirped to the hellafied one.

“AAAahaahaAAAARRGGAaaayeah!” screamed the hellafied one as he BLEW THE SPEAKER’S FUCKING BRAINS OUT!

The orange man surreptitiously drew a tissue from his purse and put the wireless device away.

black hole

Hey. 2 days lost. It's almost 2, I just got up, and, though last night was free, it didn't solve the problems posed by being drunk until 6:00. The fortune taped to my television says "You have the ability to sense and know higher truth." It mocks me.

cds I want right now

Afrika Bambaata - Dark Matter Moving at the Speed of Light
Ova Looven - 58:34 (Antarctica's 81:03 remains one of my favorite recordings of all time)
Gros - Radio Islas
Harmonia - Musik Von Harmonia
That is all for now.

The Clash Were So Good

do people know that? I'd wear a white shirt and a badge that says "anarchy libertyfucker" and go door to door to preach it to lonely suburban tittyfuckees
It's important like jehova

between cars

Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me Is Gone

This is a truly incredible album.

Here is the early afternoon.

Here is coffee.

Stand Perfectly Still, Hands in Robot Position, This is How to Fly

Had a flying dream last night. The way to fly is to hold the invisible rails so you look like a rock em sock em robot with your arms held out in front of you. Your ability to leave the ground is dependent on the strength of your arms, your ability to support your weight from crooked elbows. Floated around the top of a fast food joint, descended to scare an ex.
write a paper have to write a paper

...

This morning I went back to bed after getting up. As a reward, I received a dream of fucking a french cop who was manhunting me in Vancouver after I had fled something or other by going over a waterfall in Idaho. 2 french woman cops.

link to online comic "I Talk to the Wind."

$20 for Afrika Bambaata- Let's Get Expensified

I stopped in at the Virgin Megastore on my way back from Barnes and Noble tonight (big corporate shopping trip) to maybe give in to the urge to get a disc, but they wanted $20 for the new Afrika Bambaata. $20. $20. I, uh, $20.

I got the Big Silver Motor of Sin EP by Two Lone Swordsmen earlier today. I like it... but I wouldn't have gone so far as to call it an EP- more like a single without the original version of the single track- only the b sides. If I had realized that, I might not have paid the $7, but at $7 it's still almost worth it. I'm remembering a time when cds didn't cost much more than $7 at an indie record store. What is going on?

Good to See You, Safe Travels

Put Vlad and Sveta in a car to the airport about 30 minutes ago. It was good to see my friend again. It's good to pick up friendships where they left off. The plan is to hit Moskva this summer. Safe travels, brutha.

Weary, Pre/Post Drunk

The lesson here is: don't leave your bike anywhere chained to something such as a bike rack or hitching post or some such thing. Nothing is what it appears.

Vlad and Svetlana are back in from their trip home to Illinois, crashing again at my house. More beers.

Yesterday me and Vlad split a 6 of Brooklyn that was bad- gave us both the shits. Or else it was the cigar. In any event I almost shat on hipsters on my way to a restroom at the student center, all wandering around bedecked in their pre-LeTigre viewing idenitities and swagger, getting in my way on my beeline to the bathroom.

Svetlana and I had a halting conversation in Russian about my predilection for Asian women. I tried to extract the factors that drove me again and again to the asian babies. I said I like brunettes. I said I like the pale girls. I like the dark eyes. I guess I like the Eastern women, after all.

I try to talk to all the girls that come my way, in times of plenty and in meaner times. Honestly.

I want to hear the new Afrika Bambaataa before I buy it, but the "Metal" remake with Gary Numan is almost enough for me to shell out on its own.

I'm going to see the driven Ted Leo next Sunday. Good times. I've been trying to convince people to go with me, but I already have my ticket, and fuck it if people think I'm going to steer them wrong on music. I'm going alone if need be.

I'm also in the market for a copy of McLuhan's Wake, a film put together in the past year and a half or so about Marshall McLuhan. Aside from being a bit, uh, devout, it did a fair job of summarizing the whole McLuhan thing.

Oh, and this building is almost finished.

Walking, Talking, Out of the House

Had a good walk and talk with the man with the plan about the direction of the band and life in general. A very positive talk. A very positive walk. It's good to be actually producing music and writing songs and just knowing that there's a plan in action that is actually going to take us places. The air is brisk and it was good to be out of the house. On top of all this, my natural weatherproofing is proving to be a big help as we progress further into Autumn toward dread winter. And only 30-40 more pages to write before the end of the semester, too. Fantastic. Now, if I can get that done in a week and a half, then I'll be happy.
Here's a picture from my walk tonight, blurry, of Astor Place. I saw some people spinning the giant cube in the middle of the blur the other night. I'm not sure if that sculpture is actually supposed to move.
Once school and the band get all sorted out, which they will, which they will, I hope to get away from this pattern of near-dating that's been frustrating me of late. In the meantime I just have to get my own house in order.