Monthly Archives: April 2006

the ironic lasting taste in a mouth of young (aka greetings to new brunette).

the ironic lasting taste in a mouth of young (aka greetings to new brunette).

the fact of the matter is my taste in music has been shaped by four people. obviously i am my own person these days and i listen to what i want, retarded and bad as it may be in my white sheet opinion. but the people that set me on the path of music consumption as a hobby are nameable. (this is not to say i have the same retention or zest for music.) my parents sing songs and the parrots have memorized the songs. zahir will rattle off lyrics he finds amusing about albums that he heard once arif will proclaim an album fantastic to deaf ears and years later others follow suit. mom and dad were singing to meena dutt for years while making omelets on sunday and now hindi music is in my brain etched in permanence. and both sang songs at bedtime to myself and yasmin. iqbal shamim zahir arif. i was thinking about it and im glad that they got to me before radio did. because now i have a healthy distaste for MOST of the radio which is warranted and predictable. as i watch body of an american performed on saturday night live i realize that if things arent impressed on you as a child that the odds of them being impressed on you as an adult diminish rapidly. and since im not smart enough to make the decisions i do lately in order to effect the ‘right’ course of action i know i have predecessors to thank in some way shape or form. thanks. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. im impressed by my history not by my action. does that mean i get to forgo arrogance and move on to ancesntral and familial columnist by default?

 

nice cup

nice cup


i saw this cup.
didnt you ever see a cup that stole your eye?
i want this cup.

 

the smiths

the smiths

i walked down harris park today and passed a dead raccoon. it was covered in flies and they parted as i passed then reamassed. i thought to myself “that should smell so foul i almost throw up.” about ten yards away the foulest rankest most fantastically oppressive smell this side of hipster apartments hit me so hard i almost cried. it was about that time that i thought about the song hand in glove. i mean i know the smiths. how cant you. even if you hate them tons of asshole people like me say “what are you talking about the smiths kill?” but actually the smiths dont appeal to me from a ‘my lifetime’ slice. ok this is a stupid point to make. obviously millions of people have experienced the great classical works on so many levels it makes orgasm look like a happy meal. but i have never adored classical music. i have listened to it and been consumed by a select few pieces that im sure are viewed as greatest hits stigmata but never to the extent that i have been driven to madness. point being i think the smiths can be rightfully claimed by others slightly before me. the same goes for madness ac/dc stevie wonder public enemy and so many mas. i feel like they are owned and adored by many before me and i will never know what its like to love the smiths when you could go see the smiths and swoon in unison with thousands alike. and dont pull the morrissey card. yes. morrissey. amazing. smiths? come on. johnny marr. queen is dead. thats it. period. it doesnt happen twice. you die when you see the smiths. if you dont you slept. and so i can explode in adulation when listening to the smiths privately but who are the bands of my time? bands who i know and kill me and i have seen and it was singular and temporally distinct? the lucksmiths. the gossip. marisa monte. super furry animals. mc chris. ron sexsmith. sasha. chemical brothers. buena vista social club. there are a lot more. i want to see metal hearts live. im obsessed with them. i want to see the fiery furnaces live. not at sxsw or any other festival. festivals are food processors for new music. the wishlist? if i could be in THAT moment with certain bands these would be some of them: xtc. joy division. chopin. jeff buckley. los lobos. jellyfish. television. wire. residents. jorge bem. its not comprehensive. nor is it instructive. its my distillation.

 

importance and import

importance and import

ive only known about sufjan stevens since my trip to LA in the summer. chris played chicago for me and frankly it killed me. now im listening to the last album seven swans and i cant imagine any other musical composition cradling my psyche with such exceptional perfection. i have never met sufjan stevens. i dont know what he looks like. i dont want to see him in concert or get his autograph. i would like to ask him how exactly he knows how to strike such a chord in me. and fortunately for me replay is a feature that was deemed integral to all music software so i can listen to track two nine thousand times in a row.

 

latus flatus greatus impatious.

latus flatus greatus impatious.

sleeping is naught understood. well naught by eye. if i ever hit that point of accomplishment. you know. that one that you hit and alls a sudden confetti and crackers start EXPLODING under your eyelids and you know that everything you do from that moment on whether it appears bad or good or slick or rough or tough or chewable or honky or tonky is just as fantastic as the converse and so you are afforded the chance to do anything. when i hit that point im going to stay awake until i see stars at noon and then im going to sleep straight through a talking heads concert and i might take a walk right on through dove springs at midnight while im chomping on a fugu lolly i will romp around in india for a spell playing high fives with all of the bollywood dorks i will tinker with the label on my mattress i will walk right up to mister bush and i will throw pez at his nose i will pass a bottle of absinthe around during a fire drill dont think i wont. im just waiting for that confetti.

 

well hatred really.

well hatred really.

i need time. doesnt anyone else feel like a large portion of their time was donated to disney when watching gummi bears and ducktales? i say that because i wish i had a gyro gearloose of my own. gyro built a time stopper, or rather a device that allowed the user to move so fast it appeared to stop time for the user, and vice versa for the observers. this is a good idea. not for anyone else. just for ME. this is essentially the same notion as in groundhog day as far as im concerned. bill gets to hone his skills in a fleck of time whilst the rest slog on and dont get anything done. these are the things that all take a backseat to my classes now but i wish i could fixate on: -working on fixing up my house. it kills me that i dont make this one happen. i can only do tiny superficial jobs now. -becoming fluent in portugues and hindi. duh. -reading all of the books that i have accrued in the last 4 months. this one sucks. i love engineering. i find most of my professors relatively articulate and some i find even eloquent. but its no subsitute for reading on my own time. i do this, but not without kowtowing to a nagging voice that says “put me down and get back to work asshole” -camping. duh. -writing. this one is tricky. i have not been able to write more than burbledy goo and poetry since chicago. actually that is all i have ever written, so maybe this one will happen spontaneously. -play tennis. im not that great. but if i tried really really hard, i could be not that great. fyi this kind of statement is not without precedent: all in all i cant wait to be out of school. i cant wait to work again. im best at work as i feel like i have mild ADD and explicit studying never worked for me. it seems like it works now but that is only because i made this little device over the summer that i use to generate massive quantities of LUCK which helps me ride out tough tests. when it breaks ill start eating the rotten tomatoes again. lastly i didnt win for webmaster and frankly i think its good. i hate this website lately and its another thing on my list of todos. this one will probably come to fruition this summer. i wouldnt consider doing this if it werent for fab new things like counter plugins which allow me to identify the number of unique visitors i get daily. im doing it all for you! psych. what?

 

yes. you knew it.

yes. you knew it.

m83 inverted my mind tonite. i watched m83 for five or ten minutes at acl last year and it was just ok. but here at home comfy and tired i listened to the first album again and its far too perfect for me to forget about.

 

killjoy

killjoy

well i said it was going to be a good week and it has for me. but it hasnt been for everyone.
kids in the congo walk uphill
closer to home my p33p had some shitwad steal his money. thanks austin youre aces.
boom over there
the monroe doctrine! they talk about the monroe doctrine! heres a snippet that pissed me off rightly: “”We’re concerned about the leftist countries that are dealing with China,” says Congressman Dan Burton, the Republican chairman of the sub-committee on the Western Hemisphere. “It’s extremely important that we don’t let a potential enemy of the US become a dominant force in this part of the world.” fuck you dan burton. china keeps my US government running smoothly and pays for your nightcaps.

 

the grotesque!

the grotesque!

organ iz ation im running for webmaster again. i got the zilch in the SPE election but im running for AADE now. if i win im OFFICER boot. id like to say that i have been a whiny little bitch for the last couple months lately about this sucks and that sucks and why cant people be this and politics this and that and on and on and fuckin on. although i can be thankful i dont use the word like as a comma, its still obnoxious. sorry everyone. ill only complain to my cat and the runny vomit on the bus from now on. i took whiny ass out back and threw him in the creek. hes floating in the dry gulch behind the house. weekend! it was a combo platter for me. i finally understand linear regression and its relevance. once you regress, you never go back. (if cynthia doesnt get that one…) the new and improved same wall did some shuffling of my room and some tacking up and im left with niceness. finally put my magnets up that my mom and sister got me months ago. finally went to molotov whose hangy lampshade will be extricated by me for i have eyes for it. went to eat at baby acapulcos for jennys birfday. happy birfday! though i stuck with rice and a ‘lada. which is pretty much my home eats so good for me. anyhow your best bet is to just order a chip and they will bring you a plate made for an elephant. their motto should be FAT. went to jackalope after a really long time. with mike and rocksAnn and greg and kym and jenny and donna and jesse and nate. alicia and hassan arrived upon our departure. it was crowded. as usual. nate was wearing potentially the loudest shirt ever sold. ever. all was followed up by fabric and diznancing. mike is right. fabric is fun. that was followed by a house party that was tapering down but still sharp. as sanka said so politely i suck at card tricks. but thankfully mike laughs at me so there is always hooting to cover up the suckage. still. knowing is half the battle and neither of my tricks are 52-card frat-up. hookah plus et set errr uh sunday my cat left for a few hours. this is only news because she has been a donna reed cat until now staying indoors only. im breaking her into the outdoors. i think shes a psycho wildcat that will become powerful and terrifying to lesser creatures after going out a few times. but then doesnt that happen to everyone after going out a few times? this morning in my first class i sat down and was pulling my notes on carbonates out only to immediately have to respond to my sedimentary rocks profs inquiry “is there beer all over your table?” i was half asleep and merely nodded no because i have the nose of a sedimentary rock. but then i turned and looked and sho nuff there was enough dried blood of bacchus on the table to put the front row out. all in all id say its shaping up to be a good week.

 

change of plan

change of plan

its confirmed. last night sadaam broke out of prison and took over the frost bank tower. a toast to that wiley guys craftiness!