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[19 Jul 2008|08:21pm] |
i'm sure it's partially because i am writhing in my unmade bed with some of the most serious heartburn i've ever had in my life and wondering why my stomach walls hate me so much, but i was deeply moved by a line from an interesting documentary i just watched (King Corn) that said something or other about how the generations before us had to work harder just to eat. wake up. chores. work. more chores. time with loved ones. sleep.
seriously, where is the mandatory three hours of television watching that all americans must log each day?
where is the sixer and row of prescription pills that remedy our dependence on oil to take us a half a block to the post office?
i'm sure it is because my stomach wishes to drill a hole in my throat like a battlefield trache operation, but i'm going to go to bed and wake up at five in the ayem tomorrow.
not that there are all that many chores, but call it modern day short attention span ancestor worship.
word to your great grand mutha.
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| there needs to be a dream market |
[16 Jul 2008|03:41pm] |
It was meant to be a day where I would plot my eventual overthrow of my own world.
Instead, I sat around and I sweat a lot.
Oh yes, and I made a little bit of money in the stock market because I am what some call grown up and making a little bit of money in the stock market is what grown ups are supposed to do, right?
Someone told me something about the human heart having evolved from the same chemical reaction that causes an insect's wings to flap flap flap. It was quite beautiful.
And now, Chinese food and my first steps outside of the house.
This space always makes me want to travel.
Then I would have more to write about.
I need to get one of those things where everything in my head would go again. Moleskine. Composition Book. Journal. There are many names, but I like the ones that can fit in my back pocket at the ready. Ready to hang out in parks and sleep on Golden Gate bridges. Ready to over tip cute waitresses in small diners. Ready to go where no one has gone before. Inside of my head. That's a b-side. Oh, is it a b-side.
flap flap flap.
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[09 Jul 2008|05:42pm] |
this is where i will resurface and be vague.
or perhaps direct and unpolished.
most likely brief though.
like this:
damn if LJ doesn't still have the best comments system !
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[09 Jul 2008|12:48am] |
I'm fine, how are you?
Oh, you know. Sometimes things are great and I'm the happiest guy on the planet, despite all of the troubles around. Other times I just think of myself as a let down or think that others think of me as a let down.
Really basic stuff.
A bit older, that's all.
Laying it down and figuring out how to fill the negative space.
brush. brush. brush.
I'm fine, how are you?
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[09 Jul 2008|12:40am] |
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does anyone remember me?
I remember some of you.
I wonder why I'm here tonight.
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[24 Nov 2006|06:42pm] |
I took a walk around my hometown of Menomonee Falls, WI today. I walked past my old elementary school, the Chinese restaurant where I got my first real job, the falls that the town is named for, the building where my friends and I shot one of our movies in High School, the Bugline Recreational Trail and through the downtown shopping district.
Seriously, what do people do in this town? What did I do? Where are the people? So many clean sidewalks and a beautiful river with a trail to walk along. Why did I not see a living human being unless they were driving a car or working in their garage? The weather today is impeccably nice. It is the perfect day for a bike ride, a walk, a game of football or catch, yet no one seems to be enjoying it. I honestly felt as if I was in a ghost town. At least the geese and ducks were swimming today, otherwise I would have felt at a loss.
It was along the frontage road, where I shot one of my student films for college, that I saw the first signs of life. One man was running. Another was moving heavy objects back and forth. One woman was zipping up her children's jackets. Thank you! There is life in my hometown...
...At the Best Buy.
I found myself wandering in and pacing around, looking at people more than prices. I realized that these new stores along the frontage road here are the new social clubs where currency replaces conversation. I was bumped and brushed more times than I could count and was apologized to only once. No one approached me to see if I needed anything. Maybe they knew I had left my wallet at home, for there was no hemorrhoidal bulge protruding from my ass cheek.
For one day, everyone here seems in a trance. Running for the cars, carrying televisions back and forth to replace the televisions they already have, zipping up jackets that were on sale in preparation for the next journey to the next store.
And then I realize things seem this way a lot. Where has the community gone as the commerce grows? I'm not talking about the gatherings with friends and families. I'm talking about the everyday goodwill that one time in my life seemed genuine. Can I find it in the coupon pages? Can I see it in the reflection of the Plasma screen? Can I see it anywhere at all anymore? Can you?
On the walk home, I noticed something. I noticed more people outside... Unloading the boxes from their cars, scrambling inside to plug in their toys and avoid each other's stares by all staring in the same general direction.
Away.
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I used to pull and weave and burn and now I tip and tap and learn what I was is no more and what I thought I would be never will become. tip tap burn pull weave learn. yearn. for the road again and the air again and the hair that fell out yesterday down the drain. to wonder and wander what it was when naivete ruled and no forked tongue stuck no matter how much I needed them to. the teacher I kissed on the lips and slept with alone without the touch because I didn't know what touch was. to wonder if the freewheelin' is a possibility anymore and if there is any other outcome to that lifestyle than the old lonely drunk sip sappin' on a fifth and crying love to his mother who was the only woman he ever loved. I think it is so but the world differs as much as the babe whimpers at no more iconic imagery for us to understand as we stand. all we can is stand.
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[21 Nov 2006|08:12pm] |
I haven't been able to finish a novel in months.
Why did I start reading the new 1000+ page Thomas Pynchon novel last night?
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[16 Nov 2006|11:42pm] |
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funny how just yesterday, during my first radio interview, I was asked what was the most difficult thing to review on Consumatron. I told him it was the Mediatron reviews, because I want to be honest about what I think about the end product, but I also have the utmost respect for anyone out there putting their time into creating something positive and artistic.
today, I find that one of the comments I made in a review offended someone. I think a few of you livejournal friends know her.
The comment I made was a bit hyperbolic, like several of the comments I make in my everyday product reviews. It expressed my true opinion, and it stands. I am sorry someone felt hurt, but not sorry for my opinion, as it was not a personal attack.
Criticism is odd to me. I am still on the fence about it, despite how much of it I do. I try to take it seriously and be as informative, interesting, entertaining and honest all in one. The integrity of a reviewer, I think, is what sets the good apart from the bad. I don't follow the Eberts or Roepers. The only reviewer who I think of as "good" is a guy I disagree with quite a bit. I follow him because I tend to learn something from his reviews.
The best reviewer, however, is someone who starts a conversation. That's what I try to do. Integrity, honesty and a starting point. An experiment in awareness. Not to put anyone down or hurt anyone.
Anyone could do what I do. Most of us do, just not so publicly. That too, is something to be aware of, and perhaps even another conversation starter.
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[10 Nov 2006|11:08am] |
Is a burrito a sandwich?
Worcester Superior Court Judge, Jeffrey A. Locke ruled no.
No wonder we never see any county Superior Court cases get made into movies.
Link
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| Consumatron.com November Update |
[02 Nov 2006|01:59pm] |
Well, friends, it's a new month and only a week away from election day. It's probably even fewer days away from the act of shopping becoming an experience you avoid at all costs (remember when Christmas decorations and products hit on the day after Thanksgiving? what happened to that?) . Here's a few things going on here at Consumatron.com.
- I've installed a forum on the site. Feel free to ramble and review to your heart's content. I know the site is no myspace, but the internet is about interaction. Start interactin'!
- We were able to raise $150.00 for 826CHI at the Consumatron.com 1st Annual Revue. Thanks to everyone who came out and participated in the raffle. Read/write reviews of the event here.
- Speaking of the raffle, I have some prizes left over. That's why I'm going to start doing a monthly contest. Info on that in the next couple of days.
- Handpicked event recommendations for November have been posted over at Mediatron. Events will be added throughout the month.
- Sorry for the lack of pictures. My camera is broken. You may want to check out my pic-a-day project over at burningjelly.com. I'm digging through my archives for the content until I get my camera repaired.
Don't forget to VOTE on Nov. 7th!
illustration/fan art by Oh, Shinobi
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| Egging |
[31 Oct 2006|10:42pm] |
To the three guys in the little red camaro who have bad aim and weak arms:
When I said I was the captain of my college dodgeball team, I was just kidding. I added that for dramatic effect. It was rather poetic that I caught one of your lame egg-tosses though, huh?
Have fun fixing the paint job on your car. Egg yolk ruins paint, in case you didn't know. And driving at top speeds down Archer Ave. on a chilly night like tonight may just cause it to freeze.
Lesson: don't fuck with me on Halloween.
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[30 Oct 2006|02:41pm] |
..., turns it on and says to himself, "when the hell did I take that picture of a leaf?" A few seconds pass until the man realizes that that's no leaf, it's a beautifully shaped puddle of leaked liquid crystal. The stem from which the leaf is bursting is a crack in the surface of the screen. The man then wonders what possibly could have happened during the leisurely fifteen minute walk from his home to work that would rupture a LCD screen that is a) closed and b) inside of a protective camera case.
Techmology hates me.
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[29 Oct 2006|02:05pm] |
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To the thrift-store douchebag who stole the back wheel off of my bicycle last night: I hope the five dollars you get from selling it on Maxwell St. was worth your effort. That's almost what minimum wage feels like.
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[26 Oct 2006|02:53pm] |
Joints immediately creak when I walk in here.
Must be something in the country air.
Writer's block is a state of mind that has seceded, so I thought I'd come back and visit.
I'll be treading lightly, but I'll be here.
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| How To Find Me |
[25 Oct 2006|08:40pm] |
iI've recently received a few e-mails from people who I haven't communicated with in a while wondering where I've been. I thought I'd throw together this handy reference to my online life (remember when that would have been called "cyber life?" The nineties were so lame) for those of you concerned.
How to find me:
-Consumatron.com - The primary focus of my online battery life. My website where I review everything I purchase... Everything! Now with new interactive forum!
-Mediatron - The Consumatron.com side blog for those things that can't be reviewed right away... Like books and movies and the like.
-Consumatron's Livejournal Feed - Thanks to Cody for this one. There are other feed options on the site... I prefer bloglines... but that's just me.
-Consumatron Flickr Stream
-Consumatron's Myspace page - My website is such a whore... He'll be friends with anyone.
-Burning Jelly - My daily photo blog (for now anyway)
-Livejournal - My oft-neglected livejournal... Where my online life began (in a sense).
-Personal Myspace Page - I'll only befriend you here if I know you personally. Promise.
-My Personal Flickr Stream - Usually this is just where I put the photos for Burning Jelly, but sometimes something extra pops up.
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