25lines, redux

massive attack – eurochild Sitting in my day care, yard is decopainted Blessed by the drink Upon the corner where we’ve seen it Chased by the planet Haunted by the medium Too high to flow toward to break the tedium Glow from my tv set is blue like neon Activated the remote I put the [...]

stage 1: ordering in (yay pizza hut!) stage 2: microwaveables (tv dinners, corn dogs, white castle burgers) stage 3: add hot water (ramen) stage 4: add hot water and friends (mac and cheese, spaghetti with store bought sauce) stage 5: greek pasta salad (hopefully sometime this week) stage 6: apparently frog legs are supposed to [...]

are very beautiful things to look out onto a scene, and see it escape from one end of vision to the other such an expanse taking a quick look me over from afar imagine now looking back on the way you came and being able to pick out the tinniest imperfections in your path we [...]

really, how awesome can you possibly be? i mean, to the point where i’m having the best day ever and i mean THE BEST DAY EVER (really) i got to watch how people interact with technology for 3 hours play with the stuff i’d only otherwise read (and maybe even dream) about my boss gave [...]

my night life is different from others because you’re there in mine and i’m not in yours the night is beautiful when i stop to enter it there’s a day and a night and a day and a night when you wake up, you’re entrapped in that which is, that surrounds us, constant, ever unbreakable [...]

for now, anyway. been a long day, and my mind’s blank. which is prolly a good thing for now… and for the record, the company has the best muzak ever… for me anyway, i thought they stole my ipod at one point… even had some relatively obscure (??) songs… makes you wonder if they can [...]

so what is life? i’ve been contemplating this question for a while, bothering some of you with it, recessing into my dark caverns to contemplate it, and generally living my life not really bothered by it either. as we are now components of western society, our desires are generally unconstrained. that is to say, yes, [...]

this post set me off thinking, and so my next post will be a reply, extention, rant inspired by it. http://marveled.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-just-big-systems-problem.html however, i must to bed now if i hope to not miss the sky train tomorrow. i welcome any thoughts – but unfortunately due to comment spam, i have to approve them manually, and [...]

is perhaps the only real way of speaking do you know what i’m saying? what do we say when we talk to each other in our heads opposed to the real world… …what keeps us from saying them for real, verbalized – would that you take it with you to your silent death. things are [...]

(whoever’s adding, it’s awesome) brush her soft back with ceremonial eloquence navel radiating wet essence tremors warm in my cherub soaked unreachable orion bloody warm interior weak blond body lay in side of ocean donkey balls here elliptic tunnels flicker whirling into the vacuum the chic chain kite lost his sizeable ballyhoo and chewes myself [...]

some dude on teh intarweb wrote magnetic poetry for the web browser for ppl to install to their sites and enjoy. it saves it / updates every few seconds. supposedly if the two of us play at the same time, we’ll see our words move around. wowowow! oddly calming. http://hypeless.net/fridge/ EDIT: If you want, I’d [...]

telenovela: http://www.telenovelaband.com/mp3page.html (a: they’s the ones that played at the metro) nice peter: i think it was the name of the last song that compelled me to pop in their demo cd. http://www.nicepeter.com/songs/index.html the song you are looking to download would be “I Quit, You Fat Mother Fucker”

how much of everything is intentional. character. uniqueness. it’s like the more obscure, the better. isn’t that a bit predictable in some ways? i guess if it’s intentional, and broadcast, then that’s super lame. but if it’s what you like. or if you hunger for something different, maybe then it’s ok? the band that played [...]

snippets from today… – at the bar, sharing my words of wisdom “no. no way. not at all. asian guys need to understand that asian girls dig white guys because no ones like a momma’s boy. asian guys are momma’s boys. it’s all ‘go practice your piano’, and ‘go play your violin’, and ‘study your [...]

added something new to the verrrrry bottom of the blog – so if you feel like stalking me, you can just scroll down. …and if you’d rather not know my listening habits, then it doesn’t bother you.

i… need sugar i need a little water sugar we have epochs that could be constructed in song entire swaths of our life that are inexplicably intricatly bonded with certain files that we play on our computer. darker eras in the past might have been marked with alice in chains, manson, tool, toad the wet [...]

reading into tomorrow as if it were yesterday what is it that we would desire from ourselves if we were truly masters of this world? would that we were given the powers to sculpt our worlds, to carve our own niche out of reality and be staid firm in our grounding. how might we perceive [...]

entirely coincidental. i post pics when i want to. might have something to do with my “let’s backlog for a week and see what happens” experiment. been writing some of my memoirs. you’re in them – who knows if you’ll ever get to read them, eh? looking back is prolly as important as looking forward. [...]