May 2005
- May 1
- chicago really is my kind of town
found on my sister's Xanga
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- what are words for?
(if you are a child of the '80's, and/or a fan the erstwhile Flashback Lunch on KROQ with Richard Blade, you will recognize that the title of this blog entry is stolen from some song lyrics.)
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- May 2
- what are words for? (before the tangent)
OK, I got distracted there from what I was trying to say. The reason why I scraped this fragmented lyric from the inside of my brain is because I am musing on something a girl once wrote me, a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
· Read more… - May 3
- against all odds
For some stupid reason, I have Phil Collins in my head. Wonderful.
· Read more… - May 6
- postmodern and transhuman
Postmodernist
· Read more… - May 7
- scattered and remote
Something as innocuous as a touch on the shoulder… "We missed you the other day." words and gestures that I want to take out of context, to launch me off in a daydream, hopelessly fantastic wishes.
· Read more… - May 11
- what you do for love
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· Read more… - May 19
- in a galaxy far, far away
there was a point yesterday when I contemplated driving all the way to L.A. so I could watch Revenge of the Sith, but I am still traumatized by The Phantom Menace (what a dumbass title!) and I can't stand the fact that Hayden Christiansen is a major gimp, and that they digitally stuck him into Return of the Jedi. Still, despite Lucas' recent asshattishness, he managed to redeem himself somewhat to me (there is still some good in him, I can feel it…) by making explicit the parallels between the Star Wars Saga and the neocon usurpation of the American Government. I would not be surprised if George W Bush revealed himself to be a dastardly mastermind able to shoot lightning from his fingertips, despite his apparent substandard IQ.
· Read more… - May 20
- staring at the sea…
· Read more… - May 23
- soy un perdidor
I have been cursed with two virulent pathologies that plague me to this day. One is the perverse belief that all emotion is not meant to be expressed ad lib. Passion should be channeled, in controlled burns, outside the confines of civilization. The other is the bizarre idea that if someone is abusing me, I should not abuse them back, because after all, I am much better than they are.
· Read more… - May 23
- m83 "gone"
In some ways, I am careening off the edge of sanity.
· Read more… - May 27
- little brown fucking machines
JRM forwards me an interesting read.
· Read more… - May 27
- pause
I sunk into a depressive mood this afternoon. Maybe it's just adrenalitis or something. All of the sudden I was exhausted despite it not being a strenuous day at all. The stress of the past 11 months, especially of the last four, has finally caught up to me, and, frankly, I want nothing more than to pass out saturated by tequila catching some sunlight on the beach.
· Read more… - May 30
- nowhere but nowhere
The only time I felt at peace during this weekend was (1) when I was asleep (and they were sleep periods of epic proportions—I do not doubt that I slept more on the three days of the long weekend than I have in the two weeks preceding) and (2) when I was in transit.
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