Monday, April 30, 2007

Just start.

Paralyzed by boredom. By options. By possibilities. How can you feel trapped and constrained by both structure and freedom? Did I do enough today? I started the great bedroom excavation of 2007. I have a lot of clothes I need to get rid of. Do people really make money selling clothes on ebay? Everything seems so cheap. So many things on my list of things I need to do, and I don't think I crossed anything off today. Maybe I should get to bed early. Tomorrow's another day to waste.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Nothing left.

The heat's on. Been on full blast all day and night. The hot water was out yesterday. The boiler guy fixed it, and somehow turned the heat on in the process. It's really hot in here. I can't wait until they fill up this building with a bunch of rich spoiled hipsters that are gonna call the landlord around the clock about every little thing that I've just shrugged my shoulders at. I have a feeling I've said that already.

So let's say you weigh 1200 pounds. You haven't been able to get out of bed in five years. How is it that you are able to maintain that weight? You obviously can't get food for yourself. You can't order delivery because you would need to earn a living to pay for it. Someone, or a team of someones, is bringing this guy food around the clock. Is this a good idea? You'd think that gaining so much weight that you can't function in society would be a diet in itself. Just stop giving this guy so much food!

Thursday, April 19, 2007


I'm not sure how I feel about the tapes and photos of the shooter being released to the public. My first reaction was that spreading his manifesto via all forms of media is not only exactly what he wanted, but condones his actions in some way. Then I hear it's "helping" people "understand" what happened. So, okay, here he is. Look at him. He's obviously nuts. That explains everything. But guess what? There's some kid out there watching the videos and thinking, "hey, it worked for him. I can relate to what he's saying, and look at all the attention he's getting." Why do I know that kid's out there? Because this guy mentioned the Columbine killers as martyrs. One kid's insane murderer is another kids idealistic hero.

But there's still another part of me that wants to believe that the second half of this rampage was set off because he had to stand in line at the post office. Now that's something I can relate to.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Holy fuck!

I'm listening to some late night blues show on WKCR, and half way through a mid tempo song, I realize I know it. Then it gets back to the hook. It's Violent Love. I'm always the first to chastise someone for not knowing if a song's a cover, but this song seemed so perfectly an Oingo Boingo song, that I never would have imagined it was written by Willie Dixon. In the interest of accuracy, it wasn't technically a blues, but it certainly wasn't originally a creepy ska song either.

Sunday, April 15, 2007