Monthly Archives: November 2005

in the suck

in the suck

apparently in the marines you are in the suck when you are in the shit. i saw jarhead tonite. i dont know what to think about war movies. i know they are big cash cows in hollywood. i like a few of them. i know lots of people die in war. i tend to hate guns and so think of war as negative. but i dont really know. maybe vonnegut wouldnt exist without war. maybe tolstoy would have written peace. maybe hemmingway wouldnt have shot himself. ok alot of people dont care about hemmingway. old man in the sea was amazing though even if he was a misogynist. i just dont get aggression. i cant even stay with sports because people get so fucking heated and intense about them. i lose interest. maybe im missing out. dont know. pretty sure i hate war but what would there be without it? a bunch of crazy violent sociopaths who shoot the cashier when their green beans ring up wrong. maybe an enlisted army is necessary to allow all the violent people in the world to get off. i dont buy the defend my country shit anymore. i dont even necessarily buy the nationalist pride card. whatever. i have to go write a paper now on angola.

 

hot

hot

jason forrest is my new beatz. this album The Unrelenting Songs of the 1979 Post Disco Crash is turning my head into electrocuted cabbage. LUCKILY i will go to see mc chris and i will be temporarily satiated. but be warned. forrest is the new awesome in my im-a-year-behind-everyone-in-everything world.
jason forrest on pitchfork

 

feeding

feeding

i think i am going to ditch the dry food i feed my cat now. i did a lot of reading and it seems feeding carbohydrates to cats is like feeding them pancreatic illness and saying hello diabetes! so i will step up the protein. i owe it to the animal that depends on me for sustenance. shes asleep on my computer right now. i think i like thanksgiving as a holiday. the historical circumstances are not as important as the resulting sentiment. people eating mutually prepared food celebrating social happieness and hopefully slightly aware of their surroundings at the same time. naive but nowhere near as stank as valentines. i wish all the fuckers shooting guns would instead learn to make stuffing and corn bread and crunchy green beans and ginger wine. then they could eat dinner instead of seeing their brothers and sisters and governments and constituents and imperial invaders all laying in bloody piles for stories that the media loves to break to show their hard hitting expertise in ferreting out gore that they think we need to see more of, but really just get off on finding. i think this year i will be thankful for not being a cynic.

 

burial!

burial!

the nice thing about doing well in school is you can ignore everything else going on and hide in your schoolwork. i keep having my priorities thrown out of whack. one day im worried about being an overpriviliged snot going to school for the second time then im worried about the roof being scraped off by racoons and tree branches. then i wonder about relationships and what they mean to other people. then i wonder why i am not the guy on the corner who is going to be really cold tonite. then i wonder why i am disappearing like michael j fox in back to the future in the photo. lately i wonder why every person i know is dying in my dreams. im sure ill wonder more after seeing the super furry animals. but at least my ears will be ringing.

 

flickr

flickr

i migrated my images to flickr. i like a lot about flickr and i dont like a lot. but i like more than i dont like. either way its done.