Monthly Archives: July 2007

well spring

well spring

hello. i got robbed again. i definitely didnt understand it for at least three days. but today i am thinking that i understand that more than other things. for instance i do not understand political identification. its creepy. and i definitely dont know why the only public place i hear squeeze songs is in the grocery store. i will never know why george lucas put cgi muppets into his new movie versions or why he had a cameo in beverly hills cop 3. but i guess people steal because they need shit. and i have some shit so they took it. its pretty simple and i guess i dont feel so angry now that i understand it. im not yodeling or anything but im also not seething. i think i will display some knee jerk reaction. but i think that reaction will be different than i thought it would be three days ago. watching people and waiting for them to do stuff is pretty interesting. i guess if you are always somewhere between amused bemused or confused you are getting quite a bit out of life and frankly that is never a bad thing.

 

3rd

3rd

its not like all i do is complain. im just filling the time with observations see. like for instance. ok im not the biggest fan of myspace. i do recognize the utility of keeping a profile as it has connected me to a COUPLE people that i have been pleased about reconnecting with. but mostly i hate it. i hate the shallow giggly dumbshit comments the slothlike load times the disgusting layouts people use and most of all i hate those ads after i log out. in addition to those hates though a new monster is wading into my hate mush. the music pages. many people love to say “but myspace gives indie artists a new chance to get their work out there!” bollocks. the good undiscovered bands got it out there before myshitspace existed. all myspace does is get your work out to morons. and the latest dirtbag move on the music page writer peoples part is…….. referring to themselves in 3rd person. are you dead? do you plan to play your music dead? why are you referring to yourself in 3rd person? it does not magnify the intensity of your music. it does not get you on vh1. it does not make people imagine leonard nimoy is reading your bio. all it does is make you appear to be selling snake oil . and who am i. hell maybe you are selling snake oil. go ahead. cater to reptiles. i hope nobody talks to you directly at your show. everybody will just say to you “could you get *&#$dope to sign this for me?” you will feel stupid after the 50th time because you will realize a) you were dumb to suggest you were dead by writing your personal bio in 3rd person, b) you were dumb to assume your fans on myspace ‘really do love you! <3 xoxoxo ^_^ c) you wish you had joined friendster because you think that would have been a better way to ‘get yourself out there’

 

vulpine slack

vulpine slack

i just dont understand people. if i walked up to you and said to you “could you tell me what time it is?” there are relatively few ways to misconstrue the question. the first and quite literal meaning is i need to know the time and so i am asking you and therefore your reply is business as usual, “why its 4am good sir.” the other possible interpretation is you are threatened by my gigantic 140 pound presence and think only of your wife and child and so in reply say “just take my wallet i dont want it!” ok. so how does email present such a massive difficulty in following the simple thread of a question to its quelling? if i ask a question lately via email, regardless of how analytically inclined or well read the person is, at least 50% of the time (based on the last ~100 emails i have sent to people) i get a response that does not reflect or address all or some of the content in my impetus email. i am not talking about emails of whimsy. those are different. i am talking about focused and specific questions that simply get ignored or slip right past a reader for no reason whatsoever. the effect is another email or further communication via phone or face to face contact. what the hell? is anyone using email actually reading the prompts? i might as well just reply to all emails saying i like bananas but not the dried ones that are sometimes coated in chili pepper and salt because the taste and smell of them reminds me of stale vomit.

 

hello from dirt

hello from dirt

well i am about 1700 feet from total depth on the well i have been stationed on. we will most likely hit total depth on saturday; then at around 2am or so we will run production casing string. that means by tuesday i will be moving out of a trailer and back into a hotel in marshall texas. and that is it for now. everything else is ostensibly irrelevant in my life although beneath the surface such is not the case. heh.

 

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this was the beginning of a hydraulic fracture operation