YIPPEES
Yeah, so I'm now in the process of writing haikus based off of the materials that I've brought back from New York, the interviews, the pictures, and what ever else I can think of. So here's some YIPPIE inspired haikus....
May 03, 2004
subway haikus
So here's some haikus I wrote when I was on the subway...
April 25, 2004
MORE HAIKUS FOR WHO EVER STILLL READS THIS THING...
So here's a collection of haikus written about Houston Street. I walked from broadway to the western coast one day, and then from broadway to the eastern coast the next day. Whenever I came to an intersection I stopped and wrote a haiku about what was going on. I also took a photo or two, although I still need to get them developed...
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April 21, 2004
I'm not home yet...
So I flew in california last thursday, and I've been slowly working my way up the coast. I'm in eugene right now, but I'll probably be back by friday...
April 15, 2004
at the airport
So I'm elated...
Just a tad...
I'm using a free wireless signal...
Actually I bought a bagel, and the bagel was moldy...
F*cked up!(my mom might be reading this...)
I'll see you all back in oly on the 26...
Until then, no more posting....
April 14, 2004
so long...
Well, I'm leaving New York tonight, or I guess tomorrow morning, but it might as well be tonight. I was shipping a bike back on greyhound today and I almost had a freak out. Yeah. Greyhound is insane. Ummm.... Well So long to all you new yorkers who may be reading this, and hello for two days to any californians who might be reading this, and hello in 6 days to all you Olympians who might be reading this.
April 12, 2004
more shite for laney
BLEAKER
noticing noises and ocular obstacles
I slide across the bottom
sterile manna ray mantras
spinning off jaw bones
like airborne disease
double helix daredevils
uncertain in all ways
kicking off shoes
and clinging to sticky residues
hubris takes over
and the wax melts
wings revert to waste product
the feral youths
reaching for everything I own
they continue anew
repetition is constant
and so I waffle like exoskeletons
demanding reparations
and discarding the bounty
all dressed up with nothing to breath
my lungs don?t notice
self indulgent
they refuse to pay attention
knees knocking
causing spine splotch gyrations
I vibrate into the back
and the toilet
will soon fall through the linoleum
but faith will keep us safe
insulating the fundamental institutions
from opposition
AGREE
smoke stacks
piercing the particles
with acidic influence
dissolve past wrongs
with fat soluble solutions
polluting celibate celebrations
with dancing justice
the class wars continue
creating new orifices
in olfactory lust bags
SOILED UNDER WHERE?
cold sweating forgetting regrets
and the androgyneous sex fiends
they suffer from dream trauma
but that is just another
iron curtailed subterfuge
fuzing the stoic soliliquies
with common sense
sentamental cases
chasing totum hockum
and wolf ticketing
the snipe hunt oil stainers
EARLY MORNING AT THE COFFEE BAR
unruly troglodyte
sucking aerosol breast just bellow the surface
the whole routine
hidden deep within his sleeve
and the column is ascended
and we are all hit
by the highest frequency light
the bacteria dies on contact
well most of it does
but that which survives is reduced
to a learing mass of writhing cells
have no fear snears the greasy bastard to his comic relief
then proceeds to rub his belly
as if it were alive
the silverware has all been given away
let them use plastics
the crutch is needy
and we need the crutch
the southerner wails
I saw them again last night
you know we all did
they never can do humans
they can?t seem to get past animals
but later
well we just have to see what exactly occurs
deprived
guided tourists
searched and seized
sized up and scaled down
for our own protection
gift shoppers
sloppy dressing
stressing ventricles
until blood clots pop and release
foreign tongues erupting from foreign throats
fresh off the boat
bridge and tunnel crowd
loud and hungry
grabbing money in digitally enhanced
second chance
searching out bootlegged
but taken as marks
they are taken for real
the feeling is healing
leaving thoraxes reeling
and peeling off their skin
CEMENT
the cement will always be able to leach the life
to seduce the the soul
absorb the animation out of any living thing
sucking the poor bastard dry until finally satiated
while the rest
they pretend not to notice
for it is this very same function
the all consuming force
who gives so much to the eternal we
giving so much that the occasional sacrifice
is not only justified but also encouraged
and these asphalt idolizers
they walk around coupled and tripled
and they smell
an olfactory aura
the scent of sophist sophistication
clings to their fibers like bloody fingers
and it suffocates
almost auto erotic
its almost to much to maintain
at least in public
and so they are forced to walk quickly
constantly trying to loose their own fragrance
hey Laney
hey Laney, how are you doing? Sorry I've been slacking on the daily blog entries, here's an extra special one for you, shouts out included, this is my very long title, darcy says hello and wishes you a happy day at bass player, don't let the bed bugs bite
So I did not get the Rueben, instead I ate a chinese feast for 3.75 and I think my colon will thank me for it someday. As far as my punk rock heroes (or should I say gyros?) go, I'm speaking specifically of the new york ones. I went to an art star party the other night they were talking about these punkers that I do enjoy, and how they're a bunch of spoiled brats now. Hmmm... Ian Sonnemon never liked the new york punkers, maybe he saw through their crap from the beginning. So I?ve been feeling like New York is home, which is something I?ve never really felt in the pacific northwest. What does this mean? I do not know. I think I thrive on stress and concrete, not trees and good vibes... And Laney, here?s my final gift to you, another poem...
=HANGING ON=
nervous twitches
itching their way
towards the obvious
and oblivion follows
scalding the balding mentalities
and metal midgets
mitigating the circumstances
circumnavigating
the uncircumcised glances
enhanced mustaches
of the handlebar set
and the begotten sundries
reap the benefits
of blood blistered transistors
vacuum tubers
lurking deep
below the surface wounds
bleeding internal
allied territories
April 11, 2004
easterrrrrrrrr
yep...
So I'm about to have an introspective easter walk of torment and doom...
First though, I want to eat some food, the question is...
SHOULD I EAT A CHINESE FEAST, OR A RUBEN?
that is the question...
I think they'd both cost about the same....
Hmmm...
All my punk rock heros are being dragged through the dirt...
This makes me sad...
April 08, 2004
art stars
I'm back to being friends with the artists of the lower east side...
Hmmmm...
Who ever reads this shite should leave theIR names in the comments...
April 06, 2004
HAIKU
So here you all go, I won't be posting for awhile. On a side note I seem to have patched things up with the artists out here, seems I'm not to weird for them.
troubles in my mind
keep me up for too damn long
till i start shaking
anti psychotics
seems they broke the camels back
how much can you stand?
the cyclops watches
following my every move
transmitting the facts
with the right levels
of detached self defense
its all possible
we support our troops
no matter who they go and kill
they follow orders
all that time is spent
and the choke chain gets tighter
still the beagle wails
just sharing a spoon
thats how I got the virus
not from a needle
as the sun spilt down
the pigeons were consuming
some junky?s vomit
seems when I look up
someone is always watching
the game?s tiresome
rats dart back and forth
searching for sustenance
in mountains of trash
his acid reflux
makes hot love to his ulcer
but he marches on
the cripples shaking
shaking down the tourist marks
for all that they?ve got
that guy over there
well he was following us
that shit creeps me out
his medication
it was controlling his brain
so he blew it up
trump owns the ice skates
and the trees are vandalized
all is controlled
prying eyes are here
making sure that I am safe
what?s in my pocket?
flashing cameras
they capture the pure essence
at least part of it
and with that scrap of essence
they go back to new jersey
I took his photo
I used the rule of thirds
but he didn?t care
hats read life is good
but the eyes oozing boredom
demand my money
the loud speaker moans
please do not race or play tag
but what do I care?
I sit and observe
trying to understand them
and the bastards glare
they hide cameras everywhere
recording my every move
many times a day
a piece of my soul?s stolen
they?re always watching
one must be aware
that in the filthy shadows
pain is what is real
sizing up strangers
will sometimes get to you, but
survival is key
everyone performs
but there is no audience
only a vacuum
from new york?s asshole
an entirely new race
of vermin is born
Blondie
Yeah bitches! I'm seeing blondie for free tonight at 5 infront of city hall!
April 05, 2004
sweet jesus christ
I only have 10 more days in New York! This is messed up! Yeah...
So I think I may have weirded out the art kids out here, if so then to hell with the whole bloody lot of them. If not than I'm pretty happy that way too. Yeah. I saw the musical Assassins today. Have any of you ever seen it? It rules the world, it rules it so hard that people fall down before it's mighty presence.
April 04, 2004
freaking out...
I was getting nervous, then I went out and discovered this city in an extremely superficial way, one more prayer will keep us safe....
April 01, 2004
my stomach is full of blood
april fools.....
hmmm... mercs
So I've got an interview lined up with a mercenary What do you all think?
gin and tonic blues
March 30, 2004
open mic
So I read at the open mic again last night, it went a lot better than last time. I didn't break the mic. Instead I transmuted my fear into power and rocked their socks. Hell yes.
March 28, 2004
hey suckers I'm a reverend now
Yeah, I'm a reverend as of today, I can now perform marriages and start my own church, maybe even score some tax breaks...
booty
Yes sir, I found some booty, hidden treasure, about 15 bucks in a quarters in a small pleather change purse. Hell yes. I've been squandering it on booze mostly, and a little bit of pizza. Last night I went to this thing at collective unconsious and afterwards I was hanging out with the actors all night. They're a crazy bunch. Oi vey. Some weird guy was there, he was claiming to be a lawyer for pornstars out in California, and he kept flexing his muscles in the mirror. Some lady was flirting with me maybe, and her husband was getting angry over the whole scene, then she started going off about how the jews and the blacks and the puerto ricans and everyone else should all be made slaves. What's interesting is that I've come up on lots of people stating extremely racist things for the sake of comedy. Personally on the west coast the only people I've ever known who used slurs are rednecks and nazis. Out here though everyone thinks its really cute to talk about how the jews are stingy and that sort of thing. In theory this could be along the same lines as whats going on in Hawaii with their favorite comedian being to racist for the mainland. Perhaps when you have some many cultures in a small space everyone starts to joke around about there racial and cultural differences, instead of becoming extremely paranoid about the whole subject and developing weird complexes. Hmmm... This was a really long post and I don't think I want to spell check it, or even reread it for errors. Instead I think I'll go get some food. I haven't posted any poetry in this thing. Ha ha. I don't even really talk about my project, I just discuss nutria and post Paris Hilton's phone number, which really didn't seem to get anyone to new to read this thing. I thought that would get all sorts of people up in here. Oh well. As far as my spirit quest goes... Hmmm... I'll never reveal such things. I have found some weird shit though, some sort of neobeatnik business going on in the lower east side. Today, well today I'm meeting up with one of the ring leaders, the Reverend Jen. Hmmm... Actually screw food I'm going become a reverend right now, universal life church here I come...
March 26, 2004
My folks are coming...
Yes, my Mom, Dad and little sister (whose comments in this journal added up equate to less than those left by my 9th grade health teacher) are coming to town tonight. I'm pretty excited, we're going to eat good food and go to plays, and do some of the touristy stuff that I've been putting off for whatever reason.
On a side note, last night I had an anxiety dream about going back to the west. What the hell is that all about? First I get anxiety dreams about coming out here, now I'm getting them about going home... Jive. In my dream last night my roommate gave away all my silverware while I was gone, I wanted it back but everyone thought I was selfish for wanting my silverware back when there are others who need it more. In reality, I actually don't own any silverware. But shit, the silverware probably represents something, and my roommate probably represents society, or maybe something else, maybe the essential human condition or some nonsense like that.
I just bought my sister a beta fish. I hope she likes him. I'm naming him Leon after the anarchist Leon Czolgosz. If you don't know who Czolgosz was than shame on you, look him up.
March 25, 2004
Open Mic Shiz
So last night, I went to the open mic. Yippie! There was this ex-mercenary guy, he's out of control. Then there were these music videos for "Naked Slumber Party," excellence. Hmmm... There was some other stuff too. Oi vey. New Yorkers pronounce herb, HERB, instead of hERB, if that makes any sence, maybe read it twice. They include the H sound. Hmmm... I think I'm gonna go do some laundry.
March 24, 2004
I've got a bike
Yeah suckers, I got a Ross Compact road bike today off some kid down the street. Hooray. Now I'm upwardly mobile...
March 23, 2004
paris hilton's phone number was in the last entry not this one...
Yeah, check the last entry....
I read at an open mic. I broke the mic stand and left my sweat shirt there...
It's almost 600 am and I'm going to tour the upper west or east side tonight...
Square heads...
March 22, 2004
i am now an offical thespian
Yeah, I was an extra in some A&E "reality" tv show that will be on in June, it's going to be called "Coal Miner's Daughter." Hmmm... I also have Paris Hilton's phone number... You don't believe me, better ask somebody....
310 990 7444
March 21, 2004
fast times
Today I went to a giant protest peace march and took about three rolls of film. About half way through the march I realized that I hadn't been taking any of the skyline and I noticed cops on the roof tops. Well there's not much a cop can do on a roof when all the actions going down on the street, so I asked a cop if they had snipers on the roofs. The cop, as they usually claim "didn't know anything," and was extremely vague after further questioning. I went and asked a few more cops and they responded in the same fashion. Finally I asked an extremely tall cop who turned out to be a special ops cop and worked the whole island, and he told me that they were indeed snipers. Yep.... After the march I met up with my god brother, David the grand pu bah of coolness, and his roommate, who's a drummer in a christian emo band. The drummer was dressed in orange, but not violent raver orange, but instead a sort of eastern orange, and his band was going to record a song at some studio. We went along. As it turns out the studio they recorded at is bloody amazing, it's called "the hit factory" and is one of the top east coast studios. Yeah, the place is awesome. Very very neat. It almost puts the living room where Dirty White and the $odomite$ records to shame... Yeah... Well I'm home again, and tomorrow I'm going to make some cash as an extra in an A & E made for TV movie about a country singer. My sister's friend actually told me about this deal. I guess it's pretty easy to pick up on average 25 smackers working as an extra around here so I think I might be doing this more often... Yep...
March 18, 2004
sweet 16
Yeah I went to some club last night, I guess it's Britney Spears' favorite club, it was full of Jive Turkeys. Yarg! Then there was a this store later on, they didn't sell falafels and I got angry and left. In my search for falafels I found Grif Dogg hotdogs, they told me they were closed, but I could go eat out of a dumpster 2 blocks up. I did not do it. Yeah, falafels.... This girl says I can take pictures of her and maybe her friends.... Things are crazy... I also go this girl's number...
www.revjen.com
I'm going to go to her troll museum...
March 17, 2004
so i haven't been able to draw well since i got here
Yeah that's right, I'm saying it... I haven't been able to draw well since I got here! I'm getting nervous. Usually this will happen to me about once a year or so, I just won't be able to draw well at all, and usually I quit drawing completely during that period and wait for things to run there course. Well this time I can't really just quit drawing so I'm attempting to power on through it, but this has been going on now for a little over a month and I've only got about a month left. On a happier note my harmonica skills are increasing with the passing of everyday. Today it was snowing rather hard so I just stayed inside and blew my harp all day, it was excellent. But the drawing, what the hell do I do? On top of that I'm hating working with water colors, I freaking loathe it. But I can't work with any other medium really at my sister's house because I can't afford to risk messing her place up with acrylics or house paints, or anything like that. I know we've covered this before, but I've been here a month and I've forgotten, how long do we have after we get back before the presentations start? I'm thinking it's about a month but I'm not sure. Hopefully it is, and hopefully I'll be able to draw enough stuff out here that I'll be able to refine and paint when I get back to Olympia. But if that's not the case than we'll see what happens.
March 16, 2004
art stars
So I've been infiltrating the literary, art star underground tonight. First i went to the KGB and listened to some poetry readings by Matthea Harvey and John Yau, but the bar was packed so I had to sit on the stairs. But while I was on the stairs I was hearing lots of laughter coming from the "Red Room" upstairs, and after awhile I climbed those stairs to investigate. Inside the red room there was a screening going on of some amature films, but I only caught the last one, it was bloody hilarious though. After that ended I went over to the Bowery Poetry Club and watched an open mike hosted by the O'Debra twins... That too was pretty swell. Hell yes. Most importantly though, the circus is coming to town and tomorrow night, at 11 30 they're going to be marching the elephants from queens to midtown, and some of the artist stars from the O'Debra twins thing are going to be performing for the elephants. Yep, I'm going to take pictures as the chaos unfolds...
March 14, 2004
incredible inedible dancing swedes
So I busted a double subterfuge on New York City, I bought booze with my California ID, then I smuggled it into CBGBs, bonus points. Then I danced with some swedes to the swinging surf rock beats and taunted all the eastern busters... The swedes started chanting, "the west coast is the best coast!" Yeah suckers!
March 13, 2004
punk rock
Tonight I punk rock.
March 12, 2004
I'm thinking of leaving this city
NYU students are jumping off buildings, there's terrorists lurking all over, everyones diseased, the airs no good, the foods tainted, the rains poison, buildings are falling down... I'm seriously thinking about saying goodbye to new york, it's making me to damn paranoid, and if I were to die out here... Well it wouldn't be a good thing at all.
bricks falling from the sky
So a big chunk of a Days Inn next to my house fell down this morning, it wasn't a bomb, it was the wind. But the streets all closed off. Shit! I just saw on the news everyone is freaking out here about the the trains blowing up. We've got beefed up security all over the city, bomb sniffer dogs and machine guns. Shit again! There's a man in the city who claims he has a bomb and he has a hostage. They can't get to him. This place is retarded!!! If things stay weird I'm going back to California. This island is out of control...
March 11, 2004
sex and the city
Yeah, so the place I've been working at, the space was used in an episode of sex and city from the second season, Carrie or whatever her name is was dating some college looking guy and he lived in this flop house looking thing... Well thats where I work...
Better ask somebody
March 10, 2004
sailing...
So I went sailing today, my neighbor took me out on a F-J model dingy in the Hudson river... Yeah, the wind was high and the temp was around 40 degrees... Hell yes. I'm all tired now, but I'm a salty dog and no one can take that away from me...
sailing
I'm going sailing tomorrow...
rum and ginger beer....
pictures like what...
http://academic.evergreen.edu/e/erowil30/photos.html
March 09, 2004
nutria lust bag
hmmm.... So last night I had a dream that I was a car thief, actually I was tagging along while two other guy stole cars and they gave me all the cell phones. Well I was using the cell phones to call my friend and I realized that they could be traced to him that way but I decided it wasn't a problem. Well shit. So then after I use all the phones the guys decide that I watch the cars too, well that sounds like a bad idea but I agree to it anyway. So I'm at my friends house with a stolen car from the midwest in the driveway and I'm with my parents and I look out the window and I see the cops walking up to get me. It was around this point though that I woke up. Hmmm... I found out that it's not a good idea to be in Harlem on tuesdays or thursdays because the police to sweeps on those days. If they catch you doing anything they'll take you in but the case usually gets thrown out of court. Supposedly if you get caught in a sweep you're usually out of the system in less than 2 hours, and at the most 24.
So here's something I don't think I've ever shared via the information super highway... The Beagle is my spirit animal, although sometimes the nutria is too. But when things are going good its the Beagle. The Beagle wanders, you can't keep those bastards confined for to long, they'll always find a way out. Late at night, I can hear the Beagle wailing, and I climb to the top of the fire escape and let out my own Beagle call, sometimes I do this all night long. The reason they wander is they've got an exceptional sense of smell, and they're always trying to follow new scent trails....
Sushi would be key right now, in fact I think I'm about to go next store and buy some sushi. My sister tells me that there's only so much sushi you can eat a week, due to the mercury in the fish. Well mercury happens to be an exceptionally important metal in regards to alchemy. So the whole lot of you can bugger off!
March 07, 2004
i was all dressed in black she was all dressed up in black
So I went to a prayer meeting at the artist Alex Grey's house, that bastards started a cult.
March 04, 2004
I love living in the city
March 02, 2004
coppin squats
I might be branching out my research into Brooklyn actually. I've got a connection for tunnels out there, and I've got an in into a squat. Hooray. I'd try for a squat in Manhattan but supposedly they're all pretty much shut down during the winter although the lower east side is hopping during the summer. Yeah. I went up into Spanish Harlem and Inwood today and took some pictures. I also got some good shots at a John Kerry rally we took over today.
March 01, 2004
suckers
You're The Grapes of Wrath!
by John Steinbeck
You're mired in a deep depression that encompasses you and everyone
you know. You're trying to get out of the depression, but your idea of help is, in
itself, pretty sad. While some are convinced that this all has a deeper meaning, you're
really just dull and tedious. And utterly obsessed with dust. You really need to focus
on something other than dust. Your best moments center around turtles.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
mole men eat rat
So supposedly a subway tunnel blew up today, and supposedly it was because some homeless people were cooking rats in the tunnels and they some how caused an explosion.... Swamp gas maybe? I don't know it sounds pretty weird to me.
February 28, 2004
the city's bloody beautiful
Everything's all sunny today and warm. Hooray. I went to some weird gangster bar last night, but you see, I'm not 21. They actually looked at my sweatshirt and thought it was just what their bar needed and they told me to come inside. Weirdness...
February 27, 2004
new discovery
I just realized that I can use water to strengthen line in conti crayon drawings...
February 25, 2004
ash wednesday
So in honor of lent I've decided to give up all the food I've eaten and everything I've dranken too. I've been puking all day, I puked twice on the subway with hours in between in the exact same spot and full of the same homeless woman. I puked in front of my neighbors and I puked inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Luckilly I got to the bathroom intime, otherwise it would have been all over the Cyprus exhibit which would have been a problem. Yarg. All these people here they've got crosses on their foreheads, I thought some old lady got beat up but it was just an ash cross. Arg. I'm going to bed. I need popsicles in a major way.
February 24, 2004
i'm a chump...
so i didn't walk today, it was snowing so I went to a really snooty coffee bar instead. The good news is I met John Lewis the pianist who I just found out actually died back in 2001. What's interesting is he had a license saying that he was the one. The late John Lewis also claims that he just set a new worlds record the 200 yard dash, he had the gold medals and all. Hmmm... I don't know what to think about all this. I think tomorrow I too will be claiming to be a dead jazz musician, but which one?
Ok so here's the deal...
June 10, 2004
Jump for Joy ?In 1939, passionate tenor man Ben Webster and bass virtuoso Jimmy Blanton signed up with Duke -- and the Ellington Orchestra became a band for the ages. The late pianist John Lewis, of the Modern Jazz Quartet, leads the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra with a refined touch bringing the classics of the Webster Blanton era to life, including Koko," "Bojangles," "Cottontail" and more. Written by Joseph Hooper.
What the hell does that mean? The late pianist leads the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra? How does he lead anything if he's dead? Arg, my world is shattering around me!
Spirit Quest
So tomorrow I'm going to walk all 22 miles of Broadway and take photos. Woo Hoo!
February 23, 2004
yippies
So I just got back from the meeting I was talking about the other day and as it turns out I might be pushing my project towards the Ibogaine treatment cause, it's really wild stuff. Yep. If you all are interested in knowing about it you can go here....
http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/ibogaine/ibogaine.shtml
Yeah, but I was talking to the organization's PR opperative and she said it would probably be ok to take photos and all of that. Oh I also might be building their website. Yep. Hooray for island's class.
February 20, 2004
so here's the skinny
The island is paranoid and neurotic to the core, I dig it much. So I did some research on the guy that I met yesterday, as it turns out he's a legit personality. Bloody weird. I went to go meet up with him this morning but it didn't work out, I couldn't find their secret lair, it's weird, I was there last night and today it disappeared. Some crazed Puerto Rican film student was talking to me about defiling corpses, he said that he's done it a few times and I told him it's bad juju to be messing with. I need to buy my sister a tea pot, and actually I need to buy a coffee mug too. On that note I need to score new pants, my pants have a glue stain on the crotch from the islands retreat and the stain looks mighty suspect. My goal is to get down with the SoHo model scene, I think I'm just what they're looking for, a mildly delusional scruffy ass kid with glue stained pants and a nose for trouble...
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yippees
Yeah I got down with some activists today, actually I met one of them 4 months ago when I was passing through and he recognized me and took me to a meeting. Yeah, so this folks, they claim to be Yippees and they're all covert and what not. Tomorrow though I'm gonna go out and flyer with them and sunday I'm going to a meeting. Hooray! Getting down with the locals...
February 18, 2004
new discovery
haha... well I've just discovered something, Brooklyn and Queens are their own island too, this means that in theory they are fare game for exploration if neccesary. I haven't yet decided as to what I'm going to do about this, but in theory I might do something...
February 17, 2004
central park
Yeah, so I've decided that I will not be limiting my daily poetry/painting and drawing/harmonica playing/games of chance to central park and the brooklyn bridge. This island is far to interesting to only be looking to these spots for inspiration. Yes indeed.
cheap beer and free internet
So I'm in the legendary Hell's Kitchen of Manhattan. Yes sir I am. Right now I'm actually accessing the internet via a stray wireless signal that I've caught with my computer. Hooray. Yeah, I basically slept for most of the day but tomorrow morning I'm starting my regiment. Yeah, so here I am...
February 15, 2004
jesus christ
I've got the jitters bad, way bad. I'm leaving in a couple of hours, I just put my backpack back on with all the stuff in it, it's heavy. I don't know where my sister lives
February 12, 2004
personality disorder
| Personality Disorder Test Results
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On The New Idol
State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it tells lies too; and this lie crawls out of its mouth; "I, the state, am the people." That is a lie! It was creators who created peoples and hung a faith and a love over them; thus they served life.
It is annihilators who set traps for the many and call them "state"; they hang a sword and a hundred appetites over them.
Where there is still a people, it does not understand the state and hates it as the evil eye and the sin against customs and rights.
The sign I give you: every people speaks its tongue of good and evil, which the neighbor does not understand. It has invented its own language of customs and rights. But the state tells lies in all the tongues of good and evil; and whatever it says it lies- and whatever it has it has stolen. Everything about it is false; entrails are false. COnfusion of tongues of good and evil: this sign I give you as the sign of the state. Verily, this sign signifies the will to death. Verily, it beckons to the preachers of death.
All-too-many are born: for the superfluous the state was invented.
Behold, how it lures them, the all-too-many--and how it devoures them, chews them, and ruminates!
-Friedrich Nietzsche
February 09, 2004
high standards
Whatever the subject to be translated -whether river or tree, rock or mountain, bird or flower, fish or animal-the artist at the moment of painting it must feel it's very nature, which, by the magic of his art, he transfers into his very work to remain forever, affecting all who see it with the same sensations he experienced when executing it....
Chikudo, the celebrated tiger painter, studied and pondered for so long over the savage experession in the eye of the tiger in order to reproduce it's fierceness that, it is related, he became at one time mentally unballanced, but his paintings of tigers are inimitable.
February 06, 2004
updates
its late...
virtual backpack tour
http://academic.evergreen.edu/e/erowil30/backpack.html
virtual closet tour
http://academic.evergreen.edu/e/erowil30/myoldroom.html
February 04, 2004
In 1978, Georgi Markov, a
In 1978, Georgi Markov, a Bulgarian writer and journalist who was living in London, died after he was attacked by a man with an umbrella. The umbrella had been rigged to inject a poison ricin pellet under Markov's skin.
February 03, 2004
ramblin round the country... ramblin round the town...
I'm moving into the closet today. This being said I packed my bags for the trip, and they seem pretty heavy, I might have to walk around town with my pack on to work up some strength. Yes sir. Last time I lived out of my backpack it was in the summer, and I was able to get away with the bare minimum as far as clothing went. I also got away with carrying only a few books and a small camera. Yeah, anyway, I'm sort of tired and delirious, I've been listening to some music we recorded in Eugene recently and I'm feeling good about it. I tried to upload an MP3 earlier onto this blog, but it didn't seem to work. But so it goes...
February 02, 2004
i found a subletter
So I found a guy to rent out my appartment while I'm in Manhattan, and he's moving in tomorrow, so I'll be living in a closet in the dorms for the next 14 days... Once I move in I'll post some pictures of my new living space...
January 27, 2004
blimey
well I can't sleep...