panama

L8r Sk8R

2011-01-01T17:34:00.000-08:00

got this new thing called email. see ya later internet!

the scoreboard don't show you how the game was won

2010-12-03T13:45:00.001-08:00

I bet if this song was issued with the rest of the puberty videos they show in school the term wallflower would slowly die out.

Met some old dude from Norway today. He said he was a viking, but I bet I weighed more than him so I'm not holding his claim too sincerely. That, and he had a computer cable. What's a viking doing with a computer?

Went home for thanksgiving

Grace is into that new radiation-chic movement

Yup

This is what I have to put up with here. It's crap.

Also, cell phones, man. I think some people just don't even realize they are texting. There was some girl in a class with me several semesters back, and she would text incessantly. The class was maybe nine kids all sitting in a semi-circle. Besides the fact that it was obvious, it's just rude. It seems texting is so ubiquitous that people no longer think it's offensive. I don't know. This happens a lot at theater shows and concerts. I feel like there is no reason to even have your phone on during these events. Fifteen years ago, no one would be able to get a hold of you, so what does it matter. If you are going to class, a show, etc etc, you must commit to that event for the one, two hours and just ignore if Brittany changes her relationship status or whether Gunther commented on that sweet pic of you winning the butt pong championship. Some things are worth discussing: whether or not one should eat meat, shooting film or digital, one shot of malort or the whole bottle. But leaving your cell phone on during an event you chose to go to is pointless.

ranting sucks.

sat next to some lady on the plane. she was whining about the heat and talking on her cell phone when we were trying to take off. i was kind of bored with her, and talked with the stewardess instead. the guy across from me was kind of big, all around, and it was a tiny plane. he had our sympathies. when we landed the lady next to me asked me how i like my book - o'connor - i said she was cool and the lady concurred, so maybe she wasn't so bad.

oh, the nba of yore:

(ron ron at the 2:29 mark is pretty classic)

boston sucks, but this is pretty good: http://twitter.com/celticschants

good on, simmons.

missed out on the dipset reunion show.

that's cool. went hiking on a mountain instead.

oh and slick rick

did u hear about the two antennas that got married?

the wedding was awful, but the reception was great!

mike g says: i ain't gotta obama shirt to say the least, i won't carry around a president that's not deceased

Joe Frazier is too ugly to be champ

2010-11-30T09:07:00.000-08:00

For Ali's 50th Birthday Celebration there was a video compilation of his famous interviews with buddy, Howard Cosell. Some dingus has since removed the video from the internet. Here are some scraps.

Yob art

2010-11-19T08:45:00.000-08:00

Will proper update soon, whatever.

Reading some things and hearing the same conversation about all ages shows. I sort of understand getting bummed on it, but really... people always seem to forget that they were young once. Like when random adults yell at a stranger's kid in the line at the bank for being unruly. Chill man. Everyone's picked their boogers and put the empty milk carton back in the fridge.

OddFuture (who seems to be the only thing i've talked about in the past month) posted this in regards to their all ages show in LA coming up. Makes more sense that any dingus over 21 arguing against all ages shows:

"Fucking Swag. Some Fucking Idiot Gave Us An ALL AGES Show In Los Angeles. In Reality, This Could Be A Living Hell For Any One Over 22 With A Job Who Takes Life Serious, Simply Because of The Level Of Not Giving A Fuck And Immaturity That Will Be Present In The Building. That Will Make The Show More Fun In Our Opinion. To The Kids That Can Finally Come, I Would Have Mom Purchase These Tickets NOW! Because All The Faggot Label Heads And Magazine Writers And Bloggers Are Going To Snatch These Up, And It’s Nothing More Annoying That People At The Show That’s Not There Because They Love The Music And Live For That Shit; They’re There Because They Want A Fucking Raise. All These People Are Pedophiles And They Just Want To Fuck Us. So Please, If You’re A Fan, The One That Writes This Shit On Your Skateboard And Listen To This Everyday…PLEASE, Make Sure You Swag This Ticket Out. This Is Home. Los Angeles. This Show Will Mean More For Us Because This Is Where It Started. And If Not, Do It For EARL. So He Can Hear This Shit From Where Ever The Fuck He Is."

Tell me you'd rather go see Animal Collective at the Mercury Lounge or whatever over 21 venue. Riiiiight.

I'm like a chromosome I always x'em

2010-11-02T10:20:00.000-07:00

OH SHIT

I've held out for probably too long. Got some of that Jerry Jones optimism, but it's time to start pointing the finger. A new Diet Dr. Pepper diet and a Harvard degree has amounted to a 1-6 record. I can't decide what sucks more: the fact that the Cowboys got routed by the Jags or that Grace can't fully understand my situation, which then of course makes me feel like an idiot for investing any emotion into a sports team that is no way related to me.

GET VOUCHED already.

GOTCHA!

Instead of getting that romantic, longing tug every time I see a commercial of some goober driving his new Lincoln listlessly through wooded terrain, I decided to ride over to Forest Park. It's an apt name, but kind of uninspired. I'm glad I found this dope spot now that winter is encroaching. Oh well. Maybe go do runs here.

Alas, because it is NYC there is always the fuzz of traffic. Retarded.

Here's our kitchen. Let's dissect. Soymilk, plain. I prefer real milk or vanilla if it has to be soy. I'm a child of the eighties, grand, decadent. Messenger bag, probably means there's a bike in the apartment somewhere. To further carry the illusion of bike messenger, working hero for the internet generation. Franzen's "The Corrections." Don't want people to think I'm a bandwagon reader. I was onto him way before I saw the review on Pitchfork. This is boring.

Grace hooked it up the other day with getting me this sweet copy of "Dirty Work." I read it this summer and though I was impressed, I'm still going to say the movie version was better.

An advertisement over the webpage. I couldn't figure out how to get it off. I hate the internet.

Found this. The internet is so cool sometimes.

And now some commercials I enjoy with little thought to their products, politics, alliances, etc.

Some of these, I realize are old - "played out" - but whatever. And, also, Americana is "in" right now, it makes sense, the only logical response to all the anger the young kids had during the Bush administration. I'm not really concerned with that right now though.

I keep watching that trailer for the new Ben Affleck movie. It's disgusting. It really pisses me off. I don't come from a long line of extreme poverty, but it's so obviously offensive that I wonder why no one is talking about it. Maybe they are; I'm not really looking. Is it even out yet? Really, I just don't get it. Maybe it's more dramatic to see a family that has everything then to watch them lose it only to see them enact some sort of revenge or reclamation of their possessions or whatever the movie is supposed to do, than to watch a family that already only has two dates on their calendar (1st and 15th), is surrounded by a community that is neglected, and then see the one member in that family that was able to hold a job for three weeks lose it. Maybe this is the Tea Party's "Amistad" or something.

The NBA started. Roy Hibbert lost some weight and is making moves to be MIP this year. Oklahoma City is the sexy pick, but it's hard to root against them. Deng dropped 40 last night, with Rose doing 39 or something the night before. The Bulls might actually get it together.

Started watching, cautiously, the Knicks. I'm not converting, but I don't really like any other professional New York franchise. Maybe there's some respect there, like "hey we killed it back in the mid-late nineties, but we suck now so it's cool to root for one another."

Gotta love Reggie "God, I'm trying so hard to find a catchphrase" Miller.

Going to go mail pictures of Brett Favre's wiener to everyone at Valley Ranch

peter out

peter

What's the deal with comedy?

2010-10-27T15:27:00.000-07:00

- tom mcguane

Drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue

2010-10-20T07:45:00.000-07:00

Galen and I have our new black metal mixtape out now. Get at us for a copy. They're free, good.

It's weird, gross to think that people treat news the way they treat clogs, horn-rimmed glasses, fashion. It's not really fashionable to talk about the oil spill anymore, but I don't consider it going out on a limb to say there are some major issues there that still need to be dealt with. Meaning to say, look at this.

It's really gross - almost to the point of humor but not really at all - but like anything else, it's gone out of fashion. That's dumb to think about.

Sometimes life is full of hard decisions.

What a load of crap.

First, if I'm wanting to read Freedom I have to do it in the privacy of my own apartment because of all the conversation that book would start. And the Corrections was good enough, so I imagine Freedom is pretty dope, but I'm not trying to be that guy on the train. And then he goes and recommends Mrs. Bridge. So my good friend, Evan told me to read this the other week. He was recommended it by some girl. Franzen never, to my knowledge, entered the equation. It's bad enough that the copy I purchased is the same in this photo, the awful awful embarrassingly awful movie version, but now people are going to see it and associate it as some Franzen/Oprah biter. Maybe not, probably not. Book is pretty dope.

Not really PC, but try not to laugh:

Remember when this was a common site?

Oh wait, it still is. Ware is third in the sack column right now. And their defense is actually one of the best. And their offense, actually, isn't that bad. My friend, Adam, said something that wasn't all that groundbreaking but was comforting nonetheless. Said, "sometimes you just lose games because the ball bounces weird. and sometimes it bounces weird four out of five games. teams win for the same reason." However, he followed it up with, "Of course, sometimes you lose games because your offensive line is a joke and your egotistical offensive coordinator refuses to change his game plan in order to suit his personnel. There are positives (Roy Williams, Dez Bryant, etc) but the only stat column that matters is the W/L. It's going to be a long season.

We've been working really hard around these parts lately.

I remember my family went to the Meijer's once around third grade. We went more than once obviously, it's a really cool store, but that one time they were promoting Blue Chips for some unknown reason. I got a free XL Blue Chips t-shirt. Back then, it seemed all the free shirts came in size L or XL. It came down to my kneecaps, but I think that was fashionable back then. Maybe. The movie had a pretty big impact on me. It featured many of the heroes of the day. There was also the movie Rudy. That was good. And Hoosiers.

I watched all these movies before I really, really understood the nature of films/tv/that business. Lately when I watch something, I understand the people on screen as actors. I know that someone is adjusting the light, calling 'cut', etc etc. It is a charade. Friday Night Lights has completely changed this. FNL is the first show in a long, long time where I actually don't consider the people as actors. I know Coach Taylor was in Early Edition, but I can't

see it. Grace and I watched the entire first season before we actually talked about the business or whatever of the show. We talked about Tyra, Saracen, what a great couple Tami and Eric Taylor are. After the first season ended, I found myself in a little bit of a funk. It is a pretty taxing show to watch. And there are small things they do right, the bags under Tyra's eyes. The role of Applebee's. Saracen's grandmother. The simple admission of understanding the characters slyly make about their roles in the show. Buddy Garrity. Etc etc

Have you guys heard about ink refill kits? Look into 'em.

Okay, going to try and find some nature in this city.

peter out

peter

p.s. Saw this guy the other day. It's not an act.

Don't talk to me about money

2010-10-16T23:01:00.000-07:00

Been watching way too much Friday Night Lights.

Got me thinking about previous sports fictions that really tied me up.

Some thoughts to follow tomorrow, unless the boys blow it in Minnesota.

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

2010-10-07T20:08:00.000-07:00

You should probably get over to MUSHROOMNECKLACE right now. My dudd, Dirty Dusty and his budd, Francis Freak are getting it in real' hard.

Francis

Dustyn

Punk rock died when the first kid said punk's not dead

2010-10-05T20:41:00.000-07:00

I realized I do not know the next time I will see an open field.

Look who it is!

Always funny

Eventually...

I'm so close to realizing my dream!!!!!

Things I hate: photos (pics) of people holding books in front of their computer. Several people do this when they talk about books on their blog. Then they take photos of themselves holding these books to prove something. It's stupid. It does not add anything, and the book probably sucks. If you refer back to earlier posts I've made, you will see I have done this twice. Both were done for comedic reasons, but I don't think the legitimizes the stupidity of the pic.

This energy is stemming from reading a blog of this kid. I only know his online personality, but I think it's fair to say he's annoying and it's also fair to say he takes photos of himself holding books up to his face. He and his buddies are everything that is wrong with the internet. And child porn. The other day he posted a video of Grace doing a drunk sonnet. I've already had plenty of fantasies of finding him and his buddies at readings, myself three sheets as they say to the wind, and lodging my fists into their jaws repeatedly. Him, then, posting a video of my girlfriend made me go all high school movie possessive boyfriend in my mind. I thought about sending an acerbic email, but the passion smartly faded. It's the internet. And the internet is gay.

Here is a clip from an article about Ben Rotheleisbserbrbrurugger. I find it really...retarded.

Big Ben lobbied to get his suspension trimmed from six games to four. He is working on fixing his image and all that other crap. I like that is says he "regrets" he can't play. I'm sure the girl he handled in the bathroom really regrets having to get nervous every time she is alone with a man. That might be an exaggeration. But really, really.

Saw the Social Network tonight. It's weird because everyone has an opinion these days. I don't know if that's how it's always been or if I'm just at that age where everyone I know seems to have an opinion on everything. But after a movie, these days, you have to have something to say about it. You can get away with simply 'liking' something. I don't know junk about movies. I liked this one, though. The score was pretty dope. The dialogue was pretty funny in spots.

Oh, what I really wanted to talk about was this:

Really?

Really???

I love Baffleck's cheer at the end of the trailer: "Because I have faith, courage, enthusiasm!"*

*and I am white and come from a good background.

This is a joke. This movie is supposed to be the current narrative of America or some shit, but really? He's living in some cushy New England home and all sad because he can't put gas in his Porsche? I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I've been stoked on my upper class white literature for a minute this summer, but I'll be damned if this isn't the most outrageous story ever. I really don't care if some honky has to wipe his butt with abe lincolns as opposed to andrew jacksons. What about the narrative of those who are actually struggling?

wutevr.

um.

oh. I almost started working at a taqueria. that was pretty dope. I had a trial shift/training thing the other day. I made a bunch of burritos and then they gave me some money and my very own burrito. it ruled. but then i got an offer at another place that pays more and sense i'm all about a dollar i have to go to that new offer.

oh well.

When Oswald is really losing his shit after he shoots Kennedy, he's walking around town and his shirt is untucked. Or, wait, maybe it isn't. I can't remember. But Delillo makes mention of the fact that an untucked shirt would lead people to think someone was shifty. And then i've been thinking about how on the street that doesn't mean squat these days, but in athletics it still does. When you're on the pitch, the ref will always say, 'son, tuck in your jersey,' because it helps him know when someone has been pulling on your kit or committing a foul. I don't really know where I'm going with that, but I've been lazily thinking about a parallel between those two worlds.

good night

god bless

pdr

2010-09-30T16:06:00.001-07:00

there are times when i feel ignorant because i don't know when someone is using latin or abbreviations.

Yes you were the flatulent one

2010-09-28T17:40:00.000-07:00

(listen to this here while reading, but go watch the video elsewhere. it is amazing.)

Finished Libra.

Everyone kind of got wrapped up in conspiracies in the end. Branch, the CIA dude, was a good touch. Gave me a place in the book or something. Sad ending. Been reading a lot of sad books lately unfortunately. Cheever, Yates.

SPOILER ALERT: Oswald and Kennedy and Jack Ruby get killed.

Did you guys see Rachel Nichols sitting down with Miami's big three? Lebron looked kind of mad. Not at her, mad like a new general outlook. It looked good on him. People didn't like him earlier in his short career because he was good, etc. They can say that's not it, but really. Now, he's a bad guy, and it looks like he's trying to embrace it. Does that mean the Black Mamba is going to be a good guy now? To be honest, I'm kind of excited to see Lebron be a bad guy. Maybe he'll be tough now.

In other news, the Cowboys' season isn't completely over yet. It was fun to watch them beat up on Houston Sunday, but they should be beating up everyone. Oh well. Dez Bryant is really strong.

I keep meaning to take pictures of our new apartment, if for no other reason than so potential burglars will know the layout.

Here's an archway

Here's a Lou Bear

I have this chair in the corner of our bedroom and I can sit in it and read. It's Grace's chair, actually. I like to pretend it is mine, and that she is not allowed in the space when I'm reading like it's an office or a port-o-let. I bet she rallies the Ridgewood homeless in to pee on the chair when I'm not around.

Our upstairs neighbor told us there was this old lady that used to live in our apartment. They have to live somewhere I guess. She was getting on though, in years right, and our neighbor found her in the hall one day trying to get him. He was all like, 'you are home.' and she was like 'oh no, sweetie, i just play bridge here." It was kind of a sad story, the degeneration of the mind, but her family finally came and took care of her.

You guys know about Charlie Rose talking to the Google guy the other night? They were talking about the future and china and other things. Then the sound went blank for a few seconds. A few key seconds. Do you know how long the Zapruder film lasts? A few key seconds. Do you know how long it takes for Rod Blagojevich to fix his hair? A few key seconds.

Hmmm.

I met with this guy the other day. The story isn't so good. How it came about is pretty good. The guy, though, was in possession of the most knowledge I have ever seen in my life. Does that make sense? I know some smart people, intelligent. This guy was, while no doubt highly intelligent, was just so knowledgeable. I could do nothing but take a nap after our meeting.

Have you seen this blog : http://dailydinger.tumblr.com/

Dude is straight fire.

Take a ride into the danger zone

2010-09-28T10:51:00.001-07:00

Trying to finish reading Libra today. L.H. Oswald just got a job at a book warehouse. I think something bad is going to happen.

started out hustlin, ended up ballin

2010-09-17T17:14:00.000-07:00

no job yet, but we do have the internet. i've heard good things.

galen and i have been getting things going and it's looking good. ready to get paid.

onedollarstories@gmail.com for information.

oh and zed put this up yesterday. so good.

Come on up for the rising

2010-09-12T12:28:00.000-07:00

I was at the bank yesterday and casually asked somebody what the date was. I was writing a check and sincerely didn't know the date.

He said, "The eleventh. NINE, ELEVEN."

I thought he was being nice for not only telling me the day's number, but also the month's.

Woops.

Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...

2010-09-06T10:09:00.000-07:00

We don't have the internet yet. Sorry if I'm blowing your mind by updating somehow.

Grace was looking at that card of Scott May I posted earlier. She was kind of aggravated because I'm always trying to show her dumb stuff, but when her eyes hit that classic Bulls jersey, his faraway gaze... "Oh! Hey! That's what's his name! Their dad!" Turns out she went to school with Scott's kids. And before I could complain about Sean being a piece of shit, she jumped on it saying he was mean and a drunk and etc etc infinity. Good looking, Grace.

***edit***

Grace didn't want me to type that stuff about Sean May. And to her defense she didn't really call him a drunk, just maybe that he was kind of rude, once, or something. But, hey. If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, is Sean May still inconceivably overweight?

We live in Queens. People play handball here.

I don't have a job, but I'm looking. Thought maybe I could live off doing odds and ends from Craigslist for awhile, but nothin' doing on that.

New York, at times, seems like one big hyperbole.

YO KYLE! have you heard of Barcade? It might be "played out" by now, but if you're new to the city it's legit. Beers are whatever - 5-8 bucks - which is typical new yuck. And they are real beers, which I guess is cool.

You can't tell too well, but the walls are lined with quarter machines: Paper Boy, Punch Out, Centipede, Joust, 1942, etc etc etc.

Jason Pociask, of Plainfiled Quakers fame, made it onto the field during a preseason game wearing a Cowboys jersey. That was pretty cool, but he didn't make the final roster. That wasn't cool.

Imagine being a girl and having to hold in your farts for over half your life. It's a wonder their life expectancies are longer than mens'. Are they still? I have a vague memory of preschool talk and boy vs girl competitions and the girls holding the fact that they had ten more years than us over our heads.

Science.

I have photos that prove I was in Indiana, and that it was good. I just don't like updating this thing in cafes. I like lying down.

David Peak lives here. So does Mel Brooks, I think. And David Blaine. Prolly hang out soon. Maybe get coffee or sumthn with Rosie Perez. Galen and Lars live here. Or, not here, but Manhattan somewhere. It's weird being in a city with trains sometimes because you just assume it's going to take you thirty-50 minutes to get where you want to go. Deal with it. In Plainfield or something, though, you wanna go to the north side where the "nice" mall is you gotta drive 45 mins and you all like 'oh gawd, might as well make a day of it. gaaawd.' but you know...

one love,

ptr

So help me, Jesus

2010-08-30T07:18:00.000-07:00

Things I learned or had reaffirmed while scouring every radio station from Plainfield to Queens:

Kelly Clarkson > Boston

Uncle Kracker > Nothing

Shakira isn't that bad

Toadies are still relevant

Van Halen > Van Haggar

People only seem to remember "Dancing in the Dark" when it comes to Bruce Springsteen

There are worse songs to overplay

As long as Led Zeppelin is still getting airplay, things will probably be okay

There is an intro to some Foreigner or Boston or whatever sucky band of the era song that is actually pretty dope. Then, however, the song comes in and it is ruined.

The jury is still out on AC/DC

Whoever is a fan of the Giants please leave now

2010-08-22T11:10:00.000-07:00

An Ode to Lord Zed pt 2.

2010-08-20T15:46:00.001-07:00

An Ode to Lord Zed pt 1.

2010-08-19T21:29:00.001-07:00

Starting this thing where I post a video at the top of the entry and you can listen to it while you read/look at the photos if you'd like. A mood generator.

Cleaning out my room at home. Found a few treasures in my closet.

More to come soon.

Words and photos of people will follow shortly. Good times are being had.

I started something I could finish

2010-08-16T18:49:00.000-07:00

Just when I was getting bummed on professional athletes Glen Coffee goes and retires at the supple age of 23. Rumor has it, he's going back to Alabama to finish his undergrad studies and wants to look into grad school. Says he's just done with football. That's kind of dope.

Plainfield Redux

2010-08-10T06:45:00.000-07:00

That's what's up.

I'm off to the land of white people unbridled

2010-08-09T12:54:00.000-07:00

It was all for that Star

2010-08-08T11:52:00.000-07:00

Hasta luego parte dos

2010-08-03T08:48:00.000-07:00

until next time mis amigos...

Don Pedro

Hasta luego parte uno

2010-07-29T06:27:00.000-07:00

I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good

2010-07-19T21:19:00.000-07:00

You know how Metallica kicked out Dave Mustaine and then he went on to form that one band and his life kind of went downhill from there while Metallica did some decent work?

Found some depressing Crunchy Black videos today. Looks like he's still pretty sour at Juicy J and DJ Paul.

great to see you, sit down, have a beer, how are you,

2010-07-15T13:57:00.000-07:00

I got an email from the MapMyRide Team today. According to them, it's not too late to ride with the pros. So I got that going for me.

Scored a free ticket to dickFork tomorrow.

Pretty stoked.

My friend Ava is responsible for it because she makes big waves at Open Books and is really nice. Y'all Chicago kids should check it out -- Open Books that is. Switched my work schedule-ah around tomorrow so I can catch El-P's set as well as the Liars. Really excited to see Modest Mouse. I told this girl in my class that I was going to see Modest Mouse. She said she was excited for Sunday's line-up because it features bands called Best Coast and other things really stupid. Or maybe not stupid, but I just have so little faith in new music. And I know it's not cool to like Modest Mouse anymore, but, but but.

See, and this is something I've been thinking about for some time: I have specific memories tied to most of the music I really truly love. That is because the way I acquired music had so much more significance than it does now. Maybe Best Coast is a good band, but the only way I hear them is from a website on the internet. That's retarded. When I hear the song "Bukowski" I think of sitting in the newspaper room in high school making funny pictures of our principal touching boys or something and then asking a teacher if she knows about a poet named Bukowski because I don't know anything and would like to know more. Or if I hear "A different city," I am in Ms. Gatlin's art class. Point is, the internet is ruining things. I think. And the other point is, I made some pretty good pesto sauce yesterday to which I will eat within a matter of hours.

Here I am. I am officially (barring my teacher, Betty, fails me) graduated from college and completely unaware of the college loans that will be farting all over me for years to come. I am, however, completely aware of how bad ass those Chicago palm trees look.

I don't really go out of my way to buy books. I check one or two good used stores. If they are there, cool. I should say, then, I've been passively looking for Lydia Davis. Luck struck me today in the form of an eight dollar and twenty three cent fee, but it's all good.

A few months ago, perhaps less or more, I talked about buying "Portnoy's Complaint." Well, I've started it. It's perfect. Probably not, but right now as a twenty four year old dungus it rings truer than most everything else. Well, unless I think about McGuane or Harrison. And it's weird to have that "cheating" feeling. But I feel like I've championed McGuane and his buddy, Harrison (sorry Harrison that you are his buddy, but for me he came first) for so long ("so long" being not that long, but maybe really strong) that when I really commit to something else a wave of infidelity comes over me. who cares.

What else. I had a lot i thought

Oh a bit of asterisk'ed bragging. So i went to school for writing which is weird right? Like let's go to school for telling tales around the fire, but there's probably more science in there than that. And if nothing else, i know when to use than/then, sometimes. Um. So Betty, my teacher, we got on really well etc etc. And yesterday after the last class of all-time forever until someone gives me lots of money for grad school, she said she was going to submit this story that i'm actually kind of stoked on to the school's journal. and it was a weird thing because at once i feel like that's an accomplishment and i should be stoked, but also it's like well if i'm not dominating at this level then how do i expect to dominate at the next level. and that sounds really arrogant maybe. maybe? but right? the field, writing - making a living off your writing etc etc, is really competitive. point is, i'm going to see the liars play at the bottom lounge tomorrow night after p-fork and i am tooooooo stoked. is it still cool to like the liars? i have memories to back up why i like them.

here is a video link to a music video from the liars newest album: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVT3PhMr3Qc

it is made so i cannot embed it. i'm sorry.

and then, there is this: http://htmlgiant.com/uncategorized/big-shoes/#comments

sean - who i have a personal gripe with though i really wish we were best friends because his online representation of himself seems to align nicely with how i'd like to see myself at some point in the future, etc etc bs - has this good pull from Greg Oden's blog. Poor guy.

and then there is this: http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/David-Berman/6145

and if you do nothing, read this. for the past three summers this is how i have started the season. i don't care what you think about the joos or berman. argue that this is not how summer should feel. double dog dare.

and then my friend eric asked if "cool" will ever be not "cool" and i think that is worth discussion.

Ya gotta have a pass

2010-07-13T21:35:00.000-07:00

never do what common people do

2010-06-26T20:16:00.000-07:00

grace will be coming to visit/ hang out with vince vaughn.

america let me down. i wish landon donavon didn't have such an annoying voice. it'd be a lot easier to write him a thank you letter for all his hard work if he sounded cooler. today at work my friends were making fun of the guys crying on the field. that was pretty lame. i'd cry if i was on the team. damn.

at least the dance ghana does is kind of cool. kind of.

anything happening?

read imperial bedrooms. need to reread it. i've decided that individually b.e.e.'s work is okay, probably good. but as a whole, his catalogue, it's one of the better collections america has produced in the last forty years. no jokes.

americans are still saying cheers to me at work. i don't get it.

bought a lipsky book. that one of short stories. we'll see. i'm supposed to be reading this 700 page tome about the alamo for my last undergrad course. not too psyched.

listening to pulp and sweating a lot. we've got a/c, but i'm holding out. getting primitive.

finished my ethno film class. teacher was awesome. think: looks of kinder, not quite as defined anthony hopkins and the attitude of truman capote. watched too many movies on people chilling in the woods and living off the fat of the land. city life now feeling pretty uninspired.

been going to bed by 11. keep the blinds up and window open. wake up with the birds and sun around six. it's insane how many hours you can make. galen and i talked in the winter - in the heart when poor people have no hours in the day - and decided the rich have as many hours per day as they want. getting up at six makes me infinitely richer.

writing some stories.

waiting for monday so i can call a doctor about my shoulder. can't really carry my backpack anymore. kind of pissed off because there was no notable happening that should've rendered my shoulder messed up.

lots of people getting shot this spring. mostly hoods south of me. wish chicago wasn't so whack. so segregated.

bathr00m light is broken. pissing in the dark sucks. shaving in the dark sucks more.

the neighbor across the street sucks the most.

yeah, get the spirit:

good night and good night

pkc

eh look at meredith she's an idiot

2010-06-21T21:56:00.000-07:00

America, fuck yeah!

2010-06-12T22:39:00.000-07:00

pretty stoked the world cup coverage on espn has been featuring a bunch of vampire weekend-inspired music!

what people really fear is not that the bomb will fall but that the bomb will not fall

2010-06-10T16:59:00.001-07:00

let's see.

been reading some southern stuff: larry brown, walker percy
kind of don't want to live in the city, but i'm sure it's not all big porches and beer.

grace came to visit because i (sort of) graduated.

(proof)

saw friends. went to skylark. channeled vince vaughn.

grace's best attempts at accepting sports as something real:

maybe one day, when doping is legalized, ol' boy will be seen as a pioneer. the jackie robinson of the banned substances era?

went to the lake with grace. we got in the sand and took our shoes off. couldn't find a public bathroom and a mom and her baby daughter were standing near the only viable bush. had to piss at a starbucks. i bought some chocolate milk because i don't like just going to a place and pissing, but then i always remember my jimmy john's days when people would come in and buy something just because they had to piss and i'd be all like "i don't care, man. not like i'm getting paid on commission." wutevz.

grace went back to new york. then she came back to chicago. that was cool. she auditioned for albee's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" which will be playing at the Steppenwolf here in town. If she gets the part, y'all should go see it. If she doesn't get the part, don't go. She also auditioned for a small role in a new film starring Kate Winslet (odd note, she auditioned for a commercial being filmed by the former Mr. Winslet - Sam Mendes the other week), and auditioned for the new Harold and Kumar "film". I was more psyched than her for the H&K film.

grace went back to new york.

got this in the mail the other day:

i know getting good grades is, for the most part, a matter of playing the game. but i spent long enough not playing it right for it to feel good that my efforts were validated this semester.

what else ---{@

Neuman came to visit for a few days. he's been living in LA for the past few years working on various television programs and other things involving video/film. he's taking a few months off trying to figure things out, maybe travel america. sounds like a good idea. he's really positive and genuine. someone asked him about a personality he worked with on some show, and he gave a really vague answer and said he prefers not to talk about people he works with. i feel that is a smart and telling answer of the kind of person neuman is.

i started out one night with the intention of just going to the whistler to have a drink with ellis to celebrate his graduation. it was raining and i didn't for see a long night of activities. i've been fairly disciplined of late, bed by midnight/up by eight. we had some stuff off of their spring cocktail list. ellis went back to hyde park and julian and neuman came by. we had another drink and by then it was midnight. i was reaching my curfew, but neuman was in town and i felt an obligation to not be so dull. i called tina, my coworker, because she is notorious for staying out until seven or eight. she was priming herself for the bar.

it was an all korean bar. all korean except for julian, neuman and myself. i sat down next to this dude named jason and he seemed a little cold at first, but we quickly hit it off. tina poured Soju for us. the place was insane. firstly, i didn't notice any actual signage outside. you had to walk in this little door and then up a couple flights of stairs and then another little door until boom this dark, beautiful wood-paneled sleek spot reveals itself. i said, more of an aside than anything, that i was hungry and then a massive plate filled with spicy korean food appeared on the table. it was the size of a watermelon. when i went to relieve myself, i noticed the wall facing the bathrooms was lined about four feet high and four feet thick with Johnny Walker blue boxes. now, depending on the size 750 or 200ml, you're looking at 180-75 bucks. there had to be at least 100 boxes. i don't really like booze that much anymore, but i was impressed. i was also, by the end of the night, convinced that i had become fluent in Korean.

that was that.

prepping to come home to indiana. pretty pumped. watched a re-broadcast of a 1990 bball match between the hoosiers and the kentucky wildcats. the game featured both grahams, a baby-faced damon bailey, the calbert cheaney and jamaal mashburn. i'm pretty sure every kentucky player save mashburn fouled out. dicky v was one of the commentators and that was cool. both announcers weren't yet afraid to criticize the players/coaches/refs. the general was looking rather svelte.

the one thing that was bad ass about the game is not one single product was advertised. nothing on the curtain hanging over the scorer's table. no graphics other than the score or occasional stat. it was great and the game was better for it.

my boy:

saw a commercial for a program about the top 50 big ten icons and a quick highlight of some quarterback being tackled "horse collar" style. i started thinking about dads and older men that complain how silly the game is these days now that everything is a business and you have to protect your investments. i got a tiny bit nostalgic for the horse collar tackle, and started to wonder what will my complaints about the game be when i'm in my forties and fifties. will we have games to complain about?

also the world cup, right? minor sports are funny because once every four years or so people hype them hoping this will be the time america finally comes around and embraces them. it happened most recently with swimming and michael phelps's olympic records. i don't think they're pushing it that hard with soccer this time around (though they're trying really hard to sell that first match against england, reviving a 50 year old "rivalry"). mostly, i think, everyone understands soccer will only succeed so far in america, and everybody seems to be just fine with that.

one note. i saw julie foudy interview some old dude from south africa - he is going to be america's in-man for the tournament. she asked him how pumped the team would be if mandela came to south africa's game against mexico. obviously, the team would be super-charged. i guess he already gave them a little pep-talk, and the old dude said something about this man inspiring the team so, they are quite literally moved so to put their lives out there for him. that's pretty dope, but then i was trying to think if america had a figure that would do that for a group of individuals. ??? the quickest people i pull are athletes and that's a weird thing to do. are there really no cool americans left alive? it's got to be someone that makes you cry. and they should probably be old as hell because age seems to add gravity to whatever you say. any real orators left? ted kennedy was one. obama, but you don't want to be really political in these situations. maybe that guy that played the dad in Big Fish?

started reading stanley elkin this afternoon, but thought he was british so i put the book down for fear of jinxing the game on saturday. turns out he's american. will resume reading tonight.

and there's this:

dirty work

2010-05-31T14:11:00.000-07:00

so fresh and so clean clean

2010-05-29T10:54:00.000-07:00

just saw a hippie on my block.

Mourning in the aerodrome

2010-05-27T07:18:00.000-07:00

bloating on leisure

2010-05-08T21:10:00.000-07:00

some years back i bought a notebook from a flea market. i have no memory of buying it. it sat unread for quite sometime. i figured there was probably some scribbling of whatever for the first few pages and then it faded off to nothing. or maybe i did read it all in its entirety when i first bought and now can't remember. whatever.

i'm not really into that whole "found" scene or whatever. maybe i am. who knows.

what follows are some highlights. i will post more later.

hey little girl

2010-05-05T13:34:00.000-07:00

really been into this band The Arcade Fire lately.

is it summer yet?

2010-04-30T08:43:00.000-07:00

which park are y'all playin basketball?

2010-04-29T14:49:00.000-07:00

i'm from indiana. i don't like christian laettner.

i could tell you things about this wallpaper

2010-04-24T20:45:00.001-07:00

why are coaches/players not allowed to criticize the referees? anybody can talk shit on any player or coach in any forum. you can fire coaches mid-season, trade/drop players mid-season. reffing is a job, as is coaching/playing, so why are we not allowed to be critical of their production?

quinn was talking about proposing a tax on downloaded songs. he has since gone back on that, but really? really? I know illinois is in the dumper, but that was - however brief - the most logical idea? not, let's say, turn around all the corruption and pilfering of funds. i know no one wants to hold a mirror up to him/herself, and once you get a taste of that skrill you probably just want more, but at some point you'd think you would understand that you're really screwing over your state all to keep you and your buddies loaded.

the 'boys picked up dez bryant in the first round. i'm glad jerry moved up and went for it. he's obviously still bumming on how he blew it on randy moss years back, and though dez has had off the field troubles, i think the 'boys locker room is pretty straight and focused now so hopefully he'll maximize his potential.

they play indy in indy this season. december 2nd i think. at first i was too stoked for this, but then i realized i'll be living in new york by then. so, i thought i could come back home for the game and that'd be tight. but then i realized - duh- the boys are guaranteed to play the giants in ny at least once a year. too good. i hate the giants. really hate the giants.

been listening to the joos again a lot. kind of done with new music right now. with a few exceptions i'm sure, but whatever.

three 6 was a good show.

dominating in nba jam. will post highlight pics soon.

reading vollmann right now. one of those books that makes you rearrange everything you think novels should be. kills me each and every day. also reading the sporting club because i realized i'd never read it. mcguane's been my dude for a grip, and because of that i guess, i've accepted his badassness and maybe just take it for granted. like how you take the el home everyday and it's blah but when you have a friend in town and he freaks out when you go above ground on the train and you get to re-appreciate it. yeah. mcguane kills. i wonder if he's taking apprentices at his ranch?

i found jim harrison's mailing address by accident. need to come up with something before he gets any older.

need to visit mississippi.

need to adopt a mississippi accent.

grace still lives in new york.

dumb.

met tim o'brien briefly. he has a froggy voice and seems sincere.

when you're fifteen you wanna look poor.

it's incredible how you manage to run into people on the street/bus/train that you know - however slightly - with good consistency in a city so big.

i was trying to interview an author the other night. i had done three brief interviews earlier in the evening; i was tired. we were talking about his book/upcoming reading in chicago. he was doing a really good job and then i blanked. i froze. just this awful awful dead air and little punctuations of 'uh' 'um' 'oh'. i regained, but it was terrible. i felt so embarrassed. he was very kind though. his name is christian and he has a new book "the awful possibilities" which is very good and made me feel really uncomfortable and you should probably buy it because the chicago people - featherproof - made it and zach dodson did the design and it looks really good and when i talked to him on the phone he was also really nice and told me about some rats that were congregating in his backyard. the reading is this monday at the whistler which is a nice bar that some people don't like but i think that's a rushed judgement. lindsay hunter will also be there and she is great and tim kinsella will be reading fiction fiction.

the end.

post script: oklahoma city thunder.

i really want the cavs to win and it's not anything other than that city is so sad and they really need this because if they don't then lebron is going to go to new york or something and then they will fall back to nothing and all their factories are gone and it's really poor and the only thing they really have is that 25/24 year old dude and that's weird as hell.

buuuut. OKC dude! They're taking it to LA right now and that's good. though i like kobe only because i think he's talented and easy to hate. and ron ron is bad ass. but it's LA and they're chumps. and durant is for real. i heard from somebody from somebody from somebody that durant is really stoked on the city which excites me to no end. here's this team that is the youngest or second youngest in the nba and durant really can go wherever he wants but he's so stoked on the team and the city. it's a chance to really do something maybe. who knows. this might all be conjecture.

good night my babays.

still ill

2010-04-18T16:48:00.001-07:00

ya'll can't match my hustle

2010-04-13T21:29:00.000-07:00

wusssssup?

that budweiser commercial killed it for a minute. then there were parodies. i bet madtv probably had some parodies. wutevr.

so that new joanna newsome is pretty good. really good.

was listening to the white stripes the other morning. haters gunna hate, but whatever. jack white slays. got me onto some of that old news. skip james, son house etc. real music.

played bike polo for the first time this weekend. was just going to do an article for newcity about. too bad i'm hooked now. going back tomorrow night to play. too fun.

SUCK IT! my babe number one, gracerson rex, went to a lipsyte reading in brooklyn (because we know chicago ain't really a booky town) and got the hook-up for me.

yeah, lord zed is making a chi town appearance this weekend. we're going to the congress to see three six. it's going to be insane. most likely.

did i miss this? is this old news? i saw this yesterday and lost it. seriously cracked up for five minutes. even now, i'm struggling not to laugh.

yo girl.

i'm comin' home someday

2010-04-11T09:19:00.000-07:00

bad ass

2010-04-08T09:57:00.001-07:00

http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2010/04/chicago-public-schools-protest-funding-budget-cut-rally.html

That one song about summer or the city or summer in the city

2010-04-01T08:57:00.000-07:00

Firstly, you will note that i am wearing shorts and a short sleeve t in the photo below. it is currently eighty degrees today. so stoked. also stoked because my boss at newcity said i could work at home. so instead of looking for stories and trying to contact people while staring out a window that faces a brick wall, i'm looking for stories and trying to contact people while staring out a window that faces the sun. it's chill.

vid chatted with the one and only galen dekemper the other night. it was wicked. he showed me these little budweiser cans he found on the street. i think they were 8oz and their born on date was sometime in the year 2000. one of the last remaining "american" lagers. too good. also, he showed me this:

he's talking to or making out with this girl who somehow gets advanced copies of books. that's the new ellis. after bullshitting for so many years that he'd like to write the sequel to "less than zero" he's finally done it. I don't really care what you think about ellis because i'll always be in his corner. like modest mouse or domino's pizza - those things most people think you should grow out of. there were some faults in lunar park probably, but overall that book killed.

also, finished things they carried awhile ago. i didn't want to read it for the longest time. i don't know why. maybe because i thought it'd be really political or just about war and that's not my steeze. it was amazing. seriously. just an incredible exercise in fiction and what that word means.

then grace came to visit.

this is a mimosa i made with fresh squeezed orange juice. i don't know if i had ever had fresh squeezed oj before. i'm sure i had, maybe in vincennes or somewhere. it's amazing. so good. i felt weird buying carton juice this morning.

seeing her was killah. we chilled and watched south park. she had an audition while she was here and it was nice for her to see her old agent and stuff. this is her trying to look new york or something.

then we met up with ellis at pequod's. it's a weird vibe in there. very sportsbar bloomington or something.

the pizza and company killed though. ellis and i each had three slices and grace had two because she's an actor or not a glutton or responsible. i think two and a half would have been the magic number. during my first slice i got really sad because i forgot there was more pizza to be had. i would take a bite and really try to cherish it and think 'oh my god this is so good why can't i have more?' and then i would look at the pie and realize 'oh duh, there's plenty to go around.'

this was on the way to breakfast at the bongo room. those are fake cops (read:actors):

grace left and that was a bummer, but i got something in the mail from the president of my school saying that i am in fact going to graduate so that was kinda cool. and then st. louis came by to say hi on his way to visiting family in indiana. we got a burrito and then we bought a six pack of old style tallboys (keepin' it chicago).

there were two beers left in the fridge the other night and when i got home from class i thought i would drink one. i fell asleep midway through it. couldn't even finish one beer. it's cool. i made a beermosa last night and watched the new south park with julian. oh dude. it's online right now. pretty funny. (Though cartman's voice sounds really weird this season).

Also, Christopher invited me to contribute to a project he's co-working on:

I posted a little story about a song by Guided by Voices. It's a fun blog about music and its role in our lives or something like that. There's an "about" section on the blog that actually sums it up effectively.

this is a movie i made of grace eating breakfast at the bongo room. she charged me SAG wages to film it.

freezer babies

2010-03-26T11:44:00.000-07:00

my ice cubes are growing really well!

grace just got here. updates soon.

keep cool

Are you an American? Do you dream?

2010-03-25T04:33:00.000-07:00

i know i don't really talk about real things here, so my audience usually is probably just five people. but any thoughts on this? (aside from the coolness/weirdness factor of sam actually having a dialogue with readers over at goodreads.com). obviously, i'll say chicago is a pretty booky town. whatever that means. but it seems to stand as a reminder that at the end of the day almost everything is a business.

people are just people

2010-03-20T21:34:00.000-07:00

yeah, wutever. they're free.

2010-03-17T20:44:00.001-07:00

http://prollyisnotprobably.com/2010/03/chrome_turds_for_gold_shoe_exc.php

boys and girls club of america

2010-03-17T18:16:00.000-07:00

working out the partic's for this project.

need people to get me stuff, but don't want to hound too hard.

committed:

dan bailey

christopher newgent

eric johnson

lindsay hunter

adam drent

david peak

sam edmonds

larry bao

galen dekemper

liza rose

brandon will

ted barrow

several more to be added or taken away soon.

pretty stoked. come on, now.

No time is better than another time

2010-03-15T19:27:00.000-07:00

h'okay.

finished the new lipsyte yesterday. wicked good. back to venus drive style in a sense. home land was awesome funny funny. but maybe he didn't make me cry or something. and you don't have to, but in the Ask, he got there. he put a governor on his sentences. let them have fun, but he put some real emotion in there too. pretty stoked. only bummed that i had to read it in such a short time period.

getting kill'd at newcity. but it's all good in the hood.

i'm currently trying to make the world's largest ice cube:

saw andre aggasi the other day. givin' back 2 the kids:

heard some reggae the other night. thought it'd be funny if i got into it. like people would be like "yo, whassup wit' pete?" and then other people would be like "idk? he just got really into reggae and doesn't hang out much."

i was getting ready to hop on my bike outside of the place

that had the reggae and two dudes were hounding people for money. i think. they were sporting decent clothes though, so maybe there were jus' chillin. this rasta dude comes up and tells them to leave or intimates some threats of something so the two dudes bail. then rasta man starts rappin or tellin' the wolrd his problems and i couldn't understand a word he was saying. any attempts at me recreating his monologue would just sound like i was highlighting stereotypes. i thought it'd be funny if he wasn't really a jamaica dude, but some lincoln park "mon" that ..... you know.. got really into reggae. it's not that funny n-e-more

julian's bro, chad, brought up his snes. julian and i are pretty good.

i've been going to the toilet at the hilton before class. it's a really nice bathroom.

made pesto sauce stuff yesterday. too much garlic. i smell bad now.

winning time aired on espn last night. comcast upped our bill so we no longer have espn.

too pissed. this is all i have to get me through my days. sorta.

the country of the pointed firs

2010-03-10T22:10:00.000-08:00

wish chicago was in indiana

ran in shorts and a t for the first time in a grip. felt good. had to tell myself not to run fast because it was so exciting not having layers of clothing.

went to nychitty it was:

saw this lady. that was cool.

grew a beard. equally cool. got a mercedes benz eyepatch. tellin' everybody what's really up.

reading the new lipsyte for newcity. i'm not sure yet. it's weird because home land was first person as is this one. home land had such a strong voice - lewis "teabag" miner - and now reading The Ask i'm trying to see teabag in Milo and it's not happening. but it shouldn't. i'm trying to learn Milo, but i became so close to teabag that it's going to take some time. overall, it's very lipsyte and very funny.

also had to read "undateable" for newcity.

and a book about dressing sexy and chic while being preggo. it was pretty funny. i learned that it's normal to "poop" on the table while giving birth.

uh.

we're reading the things they carried in one of my classes. i was reading it as if it was true and that was fine. then my teacher was like "what if i told you o'brien didn't really go to vietnam? how would that affect your reading?" she didn't let on one way or the other, but i took it to

mean he made up everything. i instantly became much more excited about the book. a james frey before james frey. a real outlaw. turns out he went to vietnam. it's still pretty sweet.

new hot dog joint next to my place. yeah, sounds kinda gay*. whatever.

asked for the dog and fries. they put the fries on the dog. can't tell if it's genius or lazy. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////

need a haircut. this kid in my class had dreads, but now he cut 'em so i can't get a haircut just yet. maybe next month.

realized how much stuff you can do in a day if you do it.

heard a funny joke:

so i been cutting down my drinkin' right? thought i'd treat myself to some beer, so i grabbed a sixer of o'douls. then i went out and was driving and this cop pulled me over. he said, "son, you been drinkin?" now i'm not one to lie, so i says "sorta". and the cop goes, "whadda ya mean , sorta?" and i says, "well i had a six pack of o'douls earlier." and the cop looks at me and says, "son, i'm gunna haveta take you in." and i ask, "what for?" and he says, "for being a pussy!"

that's pretty good.

bought this collection of short stories edited by tobias wolfe (http://www.southwestern.edu/studentlife/orgs/megaphone/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/wolff.jpg) . i don't want to take the time to put the picture up here, so there's the link to a photo where his mustache looks normal. i bought it cause it's got a barry hannah story in it. i think it's an early one and it's perfectly southern (whutever that means) and funny and sad and most things that you want a story to be.

it's got a lot of other stories that i'll probably read someday and not report on.

here's a time lapse movie i made of snow melting:

that's it.

* i can say gay there, right? i mean if i'm trying to say the name "red hot ranch" sounds like a place dudes go to touch each other, that's gay because gay means to people of the same sex getting naughty. not the third grade "that's gay" meaning stupid - which is equally funny because of its ignorance.

whutevr.

you all seen when larry brown called that timeout for reggie? that was the shit . but there's another larry brown and he can write

2010-03-04T22:36:00.000-08:00

no luck on the barry hannah front. my usual store ain't got'm. my usual library ain't got'm. how's this supposed to work?

there's a lot going on out there, guys. a lot.

i'm not going to get drafted by the cowboys this season. i think.

it'd be tight if i was born in 1950 or sumptin. and i could chill with all my dudes like larry brown and tom mcguane and jim and ford and my teacher and i were talking and she was like whachoo read? and i was like uh i guess jus' man stuff. and i kinda felt bad 'cause i know chicks write and i jus' dont know how to go about reading 'em. i mean i like man stuff like masculine stuff, but i know there are chicks that rite with a masculine voice. who r they?

there have been a lot of very small bad things happening to me. they are small like how you might regret stepping on a crack and so you don't really chalk it up as anything, but after enough of em u get to say 'hows come?'

i did have a good interaction with one person yesterday. well two guys over the phone really. and that just about made my day. other than that it's dumb dumb dumb.

i was thinking about how high school was kinda cool. and how people think that people that think about high school are silly. but i remember this one time, and i don't know that we told too many people, but we might've been seniors and we had our crew, you know - five uf us- and we spent a good part of the year pilfering textbooks and those bound pages that really had bad memories for us. and then we brought em out in our duffle bags and shit to riggles's house cause he lived in the country and you can have fires there you know and we burned 'em. that's kinda funny, right? i mean people prolly don't like that. but it was good. it was good.

i fell in love with the actress

2010-03-01T21:08:00.000-08:00

i tripped on a computer cord at a coffee shop and apologized to the dude who's cord i had tripped on. nothing broke. he fixed me with a death stare. really?

been listening to neil young lately. the hits.

barry hannah died. gotta go to the bookstore and buy his books before other likeminded posrs do.

bought portnoy's complaint because someone said it was about jackin off. or something.

plus it looks bad ass, as exhibited below:

i wrote something for a class w/o paragraph breaks. i don't really get joyce yet, but i thought it looked smart.

my birthday is in four months. what'd u get me? unmet expectations was last year, so get creative.

"there's wall art on the walls"

2010-02-26T11:48:00.000-08:00

#43 if ur over 27 and still using anecdotes you learned in your college history class to buff up ur writing, don't. you're writing prolly sux.

2010-02-24T19:29:00.001-08:00

#69 if u can't write, write. don't masturbate.

2010-02-23T20:27:00.000-08:00

#22 For every volume of Proust read, watch one season of South Park

2010-02-20T21:04:00.000-08:00