The weather today is warm and rainy. There are no words.
Today's Horoscope: Cloudcover; can't read the stars...Sorry.
As a general rule I do not regularly read the blogs of others. However, I keep tabs on two blogs.
http://thebenevolentspung.blogspot.com/ --If I ever curated a museum I'd have a room full of these on permanent exhibition. I'd sink lots of money into a hyper advanced audio-detection system that would pick up criticism and then tar and feather anyone who did not think it was anything but good. Let that be a lesson to all the denizens of my hypothetical exhibition.
http://liuzhou.blog-city.com/ --A blog with teeth. Spanning all ends of the spectrum, the strange world of Liuzhou in which I will soon be a resident.
Speaking of which; I have a shortlist of things to do before I leave.
1) Record Hellen Keller album
2) See something at the Double Door
3) Drunk sledding
So yeah, best get planning.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
12.30.10
Melting snow is my all time favorite part about winter.
Today's Horoscope: The melting snow gives up a fine mist into the aether. Cool.
Saw True Grit with Justine, great movie. At first I thought about opting out thinking that it'd just be a bunch of cowboys and overblown dialogue with some lesson about women's rights as the creamy center. Boy was I wrong.
Today's Horoscope: The melting snow gives up a fine mist into the aether. Cool.
Saw True Grit with Justine, great movie. At first I thought about opting out thinking that it'd just be a bunch of cowboys and overblown dialogue with some lesson about women's rights as the creamy center. Boy was I wrong.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
12.28.10
Today is a beautiful sunny day. Temperatures in the greater Chicago area must be at around 30 degrees Fahrenheit.
Today's Horoscope: The Jiminus constellation shifted .5 mu-degrees over towards the legendary Icelandic Ryjfklnmnyzjirhj cluster. Bad news for anyone with a vowel in their name.
I really thought that I was going to plow through Zinn's book at a bored-person pace, but even I have my limits. I'm stuck in the Robber-Baron era, and I'm a hair disappointed in the description of the Civil War.
Today's Horoscope: The Jiminus constellation shifted .5 mu-degrees over towards the legendary Icelandic Ryjfklnmnyzjirhj cluster. Bad news for anyone with a vowel in their name.
I really thought that I was going to plow through Zinn's book at a bored-person pace, but even I have my limits. I'm stuck in the Robber-Baron era, and I'm a hair disappointed in the description of the Civil War.
Monday, December 27, 2010
12.27.10
Haven't been outside today, so uhhh...just wing it I suppose.
Today's Horoscope: Fill the humidifier with pee.
Album of the Week feature has been neglected, so I'll put up the two I owe right now. The Fresh and Only's self-titled is great. Justine and I went through the Girls EP, not so great. NEW Fresh and Only's is pretty good, but I haven't really given it a good listen. AOTW for this week should have been Era Vulgaris by QOTSTA; Pete's been on it non-stop in his car--lotsa chainsaw guitar tone there. Also scooped the new(?) Arctic Monkeys in Pete's car, very melodic drum lines, bass lines, guitar lines, it's a crazy unraveling thread. Again, still haven't had anything special on the repeat.
Zinn's History of America informs us that Capitalism coalesces into monopolies which are then configured into socialistic entities. Zinn then tells us that the beating heart of America lies in his savage breast.
Today's Horoscope: Fill the humidifier with pee.
Album of the Week feature has been neglected, so I'll put up the two I owe right now. The Fresh and Only's self-titled is great. Justine and I went through the Girls EP, not so great. NEW Fresh and Only's is pretty good, but I haven't really given it a good listen. AOTW for this week should have been Era Vulgaris by QOTSTA; Pete's been on it non-stop in his car--lotsa chainsaw guitar tone there. Also scooped the new(?) Arctic Monkeys in Pete's car, very melodic drum lines, bass lines, guitar lines, it's a crazy unraveling thread. Again, still haven't had anything special on the repeat.
Zinn's History of America informs us that Capitalism coalesces into monopolies which are then configured into socialistic entities. Zinn then tells us that the beating heart of America lies in his savage breast.
12.26.10
The weather is late today. I am upset about this but I remind you that when I'm in China the reports are bound to fragment, for that is the nature of things out There. I promise, one way or another, every day of the Gregorian calendar will be represented.
Today's Horoscope: Same thing.
Working through Zinn's book, lotsa gems in here. Gaze, for instance, upon this remarkable yarn:
"And so it came to pass that Howard Zinn had had enough of counting the grains of sand in the great Mojave desert. Howard Zinn found the vast armies of men he used as Personal Escort into this strange land had started perhaps the most bizarre and poorly comprehended war in American History. Dear reader, were you tempted to skip this chapter just as you skipped the chapter about Woman's struggles because you had a headache and just wanted to 'get to the good stuff'?" (P. 132)
Today's Horoscope: Same thing.
Working through Zinn's book, lotsa gems in here. Gaze, for instance, upon this remarkable yarn:
"And so it came to pass that Howard Zinn had had enough of counting the grains of sand in the great Mojave desert. Howard Zinn found the vast armies of men he used as Personal Escort into this strange land had started perhaps the most bizarre and poorly comprehended war in American History. Dear reader, were you tempted to skip this chapter just as you skipped the chapter about Woman's struggles because you had a headache and just wanted to 'get to the good stuff'?" (P. 132)
Saturday, December 25, 2010
12.25.10
Today the snow is melting into ice. Be careful on the roads, assholes.
Today's Horoscope: That's one small step for man...one (breathe in) giant leap...for mankind.
From Zinn's History of America:
"Howard Zinn's teeth clenched as Washington placed his pen on the parchment. 'Sign it.' said Zinn. 'But...but...but--' stammered George Washington, fear in his dilated eyes and the faint smell of urine emanating from his pantaloons. 'Sign the document' Zinn said with air pushing fast through his teeth. George's pen started to move gingerly, staining the foul and acrid parchment with his vile signature. Upon the last swoop of the N Zinn unleashed with lightning speed his .38 caliber pistol and murdered the first president of the republic. 'Good work' said Howard Zinn." (P. 79)
Today's Horoscope: That's one small step for man...one (breathe in) giant leap...for mankind.
From Zinn's History of America:
"Howard Zinn's teeth clenched as Washington placed his pen on the parchment. 'Sign it.' said Zinn. 'But...but...but--' stammered George Washington, fear in his dilated eyes and the faint smell of urine emanating from his pantaloons. 'Sign the document' Zinn said with air pushing fast through his teeth. George's pen started to move gingerly, staining the foul and acrid parchment with his vile signature. Upon the last swoop of the N Zinn unleashed with lightning speed his .38 caliber pistol and murdered the first president of the republic. 'Good work' said Howard Zinn." (P. 79)
Friday, December 24, 2010
12.24.10
Today might be described as a "White Christmas."
Today's Horoscope: Your holiday fortune may or may not involve burned fields of broken human civilization that extends as far as the eye can see.
Justine hooked me up with Zinn's History of America. So far so good, in fact, I like it so much that I would like to quote some of my favorite passages while I go through the vast yarn of American History as told by the Eternal Historical figure Howard Zinn, whose adventures through the space and time of Americana is said by him to be "100 percent true." (P. 5)
Here's a good one:
"And so Howard Zinn [always referred to in the third person in the book btw --Charlie] landed on the shores of modern day Cuba after a long and treacherous voyage. His first course of action was to break the locals' spirits by shattering their Priest-King's spine over his iron knee and drinking his ever flowing cerebral-spinal fluid, whose greyish and pulpy density flowed like sweet summertime Mead into Howard Zinn's maw." (P. 12)
Today's Horoscope: Your holiday fortune may or may not involve burned fields of broken human civilization that extends as far as the eye can see.
Justine hooked me up with Zinn's History of America. So far so good, in fact, I like it so much that I would like to quote some of my favorite passages while I go through the vast yarn of American History as told by the Eternal Historical figure Howard Zinn, whose adventures through the space and time of Americana is said by him to be "100 percent true." (P. 5)
Here's a good one:
"And so Howard Zinn [always referred to in the third person in the book btw --Charlie] landed on the shores of modern day Cuba after a long and treacherous voyage. His first course of action was to break the locals' spirits by shattering their Priest-King's spine over his iron knee and drinking his ever flowing cerebral-spinal fluid, whose greyish and pulpy density flowed like sweet summertime Mead into Howard Zinn's maw." (P. 12)
Thursday, December 23, 2010
12.23.10
Huge ups to Kim and Tim today on their recent engagement. With my bad luck I'll be in Asia for the most kick ass wedding of the millennium. :(
Today's Horoscope: Iiiiiiiiiissssssssssss lookin' okay.
Christmas always sneaks up on me like this. I have no Christmas cheer until you remind me that it's like, two days away. Then yeah I'll get a little cheery.
Today's Horoscope: Iiiiiiiiiissssssssssss lookin' okay.
Christmas always sneaks up on me like this. I have no Christmas cheer until you remind me that it's like, two days away. Then yeah I'll get a little cheery.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
12.22.10
Charlie does not feel like writing the weather report for today, so here instead are Captain Beefheart's Ten Commandments of Guitar Playing. May he rest in peace.
Budding guitarists take note.
1. Listen to the birds
That's where all the music comes from. Birds know everything about how it should sound and where that sound should come from. And watch hummingbirds. They fly really fast, but a lot of times they aren't going anywhere.
2. Your guitar is not really a guitar
Your guitar is a divining rod. Use it to find spirits in the other world and bring them over. A guitar is also a fishing rod. If you're good, you'll land a big one.
3. Practice in front of a bush
Wait until the moon is out, then go outside, eat a multi-grained bread and play your guitar to a bush. If the bush doesn't shake, eat another piece of bread.
4. Walk with the devil
Old Delta blues players referred to guitar amplifiers as the "devil box." And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity employer in terms of who you're brining over from the other side. Electricity attracts devils and demons. Other instruments attract other spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub.
5. If you're guilty of thinking, you're out
If your brain is part of the process, you're missing it. You should play like a drowning man, struggling to reach shore. If you can trap that feeling, then you have something that is fur bearing.
6. Never point your guitar at anyone
Your instrument has more clout than lightning. Just hit a big chord then run outside to hear it. But make sure you are not standing in an open field.
7. Always carry a church key
That's your key-man clause. Like One String Sam. He's one. He was a Detroit street musician who played in the fifties on a homemade instrument. His song "I Need a Hundred Dollars" is warm pie. Another key to the church is Hubert Sumlin, Howlin' Wolf's guitar player. He just stands there like the Statue of Liberty — making you want to look up her dress the whole time to see how he's doing it.
8. Don't wipe the sweat off your instrument
You need that stink on there. Then you have to get that stink onto your music.
9. Keep your guitar in a dark place
When you're not playing your guitar, cover it and keep it in a dark place. If you don't play your guitar for more than a day, be sure you put a saucer of water in with it.
10. You gotta have a hood for your engine
Keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your house, the hot air can't escape. Even a lima bean has to have a piece of wet paper around it to make it grow.
Budding guitarists take note.
1. Listen to the birds
That's where all the music comes from. Birds know everything about how it should sound and where that sound should come from. And watch hummingbirds. They fly really fast, but a lot of times they aren't going anywhere.
2. Your guitar is not really a guitar
Your guitar is a divining rod. Use it to find spirits in the other world and bring them over. A guitar is also a fishing rod. If you're good, you'll land a big one.
3. Practice in front of a bush
Wait until the moon is out, then go outside, eat a multi-grained bread and play your guitar to a bush. If the bush doesn't shake, eat another piece of bread.
4. Walk with the devil
Old Delta blues players referred to guitar amplifiers as the "devil box." And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity employer in terms of who you're brining over from the other side. Electricity attracts devils and demons. Other instruments attract other spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub.
5. If you're guilty of thinking, you're out
If your brain is part of the process, you're missing it. You should play like a drowning man, struggling to reach shore. If you can trap that feeling, then you have something that is fur bearing.
6. Never point your guitar at anyone
Your instrument has more clout than lightning. Just hit a big chord then run outside to hear it. But make sure you are not standing in an open field.
7. Always carry a church key
That's your key-man clause. Like One String Sam. He's one. He was a Detroit street musician who played in the fifties on a homemade instrument. His song "I Need a Hundred Dollars" is warm pie. Another key to the church is Hubert Sumlin, Howlin' Wolf's guitar player. He just stands there like the Statue of Liberty — making you want to look up her dress the whole time to see how he's doing it.
8. Don't wipe the sweat off your instrument
You need that stink on there. Then you have to get that stink onto your music.
9. Keep your guitar in a dark place
When you're not playing your guitar, cover it and keep it in a dark place. If you don't play your guitar for more than a day, be sure you put a saucer of water in with it.
10. You gotta have a hood for your engine
Keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your house, the hot air can't escape. Even a lima bean has to have a piece of wet paper around it to make it grow.
Monday, December 20, 2010
12.21.10
Looks like I dropped the bomb on yesterday's forecast. Therefore I shall abstain from predicting today's forecast for fear of being wrong.
Today's Horoscope: The eclipse of the winter solstice is heavy with astrological importance. Too bad it's waaaay snowy with zero visibility.
Great plays coming from the Bears tonight. At the time of writing we're 10 minutes left in the 3rd, but I can say with total and unapologetic conviction that the Viking's season is going to be a painful slow-motion replay of the collapse of the Hubert "Pig Fucker" Humphrey Metrodome.
Today's Horoscope: The eclipse of the winter solstice is heavy with astrological importance. Too bad it's waaaay snowy with zero visibility.
Great plays coming from the Bears tonight. At the time of writing we're 10 minutes left in the 3rd, but I can say with total and unapologetic conviction that the Viking's season is going to be a painful slow-motion replay of the collapse of the Hubert "Pig Fucker" Humphrey Metrodome.
12.20.10
Today seems like it is going to be overcast and cold. Although, yesterday was a nice little break from the frigid pattern of cold temperatures, so who knows.
Today's Horoscope: Man I had a serious batch of nightmares last night. Woke up with a giant headache.
Serious sympathy for my friend Linda and the passing of her cat. "Death is a debt to nature due, which I have paid and so shall you." --Charlie Harper
Today's Horoscope: Man I had a serious batch of nightmares last night. Woke up with a giant headache.
Serious sympathy for my friend Linda and the passing of her cat. "Death is a debt to nature due, which I have paid and so shall you." --Charlie Harper
Sunday, December 19, 2010
12.19.10
Here we have a nice warming that is relative only to the recent spate of coldness.
Today's Horoscope: Recently I have been plagued at night by visions of being buried alive. I wonder how much training I would have to undertake to be able to punch through more than five inches of high-quality wood.
I've had a great weekend. Very relaxing, very exciting. I was able to take in some new music and movies with my boo, always a good time. I always have been and always will be a big Girls fan. When Justine and I saw them live I got to tell the frontman personally that his album (entitled Album) helped me quit smoking. Took in Grinderman 2, the new Girls EP, the Animal Collective movie ODDSAC, and my all time favorite low-light album, Now He Sings Now He Sobs by Corea. Very refreshing stuff.
Today's Horoscope: Recently I have been plagued at night by visions of being buried alive. I wonder how much training I would have to undertake to be able to punch through more than five inches of high-quality wood.
I've had a great weekend. Very relaxing, very exciting. I was able to take in some new music and movies with my boo, always a good time. I always have been and always will be a big Girls fan. When Justine and I saw them live I got to tell the frontman personally that his album (entitled Album) helped me quit smoking. Took in Grinderman 2, the new Girls EP, the Animal Collective movie ODDSAC, and my all time favorite low-light album, Now He Sings Now He Sobs by Corea. Very refreshing stuff.
Friday, December 17, 2010
12.18.10
According to fellow meteorologist T. Skilling, Chicago is going to be locked into winter weather for the next week.
Today's Horoscope: According to fellow meteorologist T. Skilling, Chicago is going to be locked into winter weather for the next week.
According to fellow meteorologist T. Skilling, Chicago is going to be locked into winter weather for the next week.
Today's Horoscope: According to fellow meteorologist T. Skilling, Chicago is going to be locked into winter weather for the next week.
According to fellow meteorologist T. Skilling, Chicago is going to be locked into winter weather for the next week.
12.17.10
Now what we have here today is what those of us in the meteorology business call "sum co-razy kinda klimate." Go google it if you don't believe me.
Today's Horoscope: Sure, dark-room developing might be going out of style, but whatever. If anyone wants to get into it over the boons of digital photography I got a tray full of stop-bath heading straight for their smart-alecky face.
Fun times at the homewood bars tonight. I wasn't sure if my experience was authentic until my entire right leg was bathed in spilled Michelob Ultra. All night I asked myself "where do these people go when the bar closes?"
Today's Horoscope: Sure, dark-room developing might be going out of style, but whatever. If anyone wants to get into it over the boons of digital photography I got a tray full of stop-bath heading straight for their smart-alecky face.
Fun times at the homewood bars tonight. I wasn't sure if my experience was authentic until my entire right leg was bathed in spilled Michelob Ultra. All night I asked myself "where do these people go when the bar closes?"
Thursday, December 16, 2010
12.16.10
Today is overcast and cold, pretty much exactly what you'd expect from a Chicago December.
Today's Horoscope: It is important to make sure you have had your coffee before you sit down to spit out another half-assed blog post.
Europe Central is picking up steam. There's something about the second-time around that made me realize just how young I was when I first gave it a read.
Caught LoveLine two nights in a row with young Pete. Glad to see the show's back on its feet, sans Carolla. It'll be nice to make it a regular thing again.
Today's Horoscope: It is important to make sure you have had your coffee before you sit down to spit out another half-assed blog post.
Europe Central is picking up steam. There's something about the second-time around that made me realize just how young I was when I first gave it a read.
Caught LoveLine two nights in a row with young Pete. Glad to see the show's back on its feet, sans Carolla. It'll be nice to make it a regular thing again.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
12.15.10
Today will be slightly warmer than today, maybe not so much of that kick-in-the-pants wind we all know and hate, but something.
Today's Horoscope: Lately I've been trying to curb it on the "loose language." (Read: swearing.) But today I stepped outside and saw a bright, distant object falling down into the far north horizon. I'm still not sure what it was, but when I saw it the only thoughts that went through my head were "fuck. shit." and then the image of a bright light followed by nuclear death. Thankfully none of this came to pass. Satellite? Meteorite? Christ, who knows.
With a little alone time to myself I was able to turn the amps up to ten and start work on the concept album I want to put out before I move: The Story of Hellen Keller: Savage Woman of the Deep South. This track is a bare-bones out line of the first track, "The Birth of Hellen Keller." It represents HKs time in the womb and her immediate departure into the dark, noiseless and cruel reality of the Confederate-ruled deep south. The recording is shit, no bass, and two (out of two) vocal-drones are missing but what can I say? I'm still excited about this.
http://soundcloud.com/charles-harper/the-birth-of-helen-keller
Not much is known about the "Blind Lame idiot poet of the south," but we do know that at some point her master introduced her to Mark Twain. Oooooh, right?
Today's Horoscope: Lately I've been trying to curb it on the "loose language." (Read: swearing.) But today I stepped outside and saw a bright, distant object falling down into the far north horizon. I'm still not sure what it was, but when I saw it the only thoughts that went through my head were "fuck. shit." and then the image of a bright light followed by nuclear death. Thankfully none of this came to pass. Satellite? Meteorite? Christ, who knows.
With a little alone time to myself I was able to turn the amps up to ten and start work on the concept album I want to put out before I move: The Story of Hellen Keller: Savage Woman of the Deep South. This track is a bare-bones out line of the first track, "The Birth of Hellen Keller." It represents HKs time in the womb and her immediate departure into the dark, noiseless and cruel reality of the Confederate-ruled deep south. The recording is shit, no bass, and two (out of two) vocal-drones are missing but what can I say? I'm still excited about this.
http://soundcloud.com/charles-harper/the-birth-of-helen-keller
Not much is known about the "Blind Lame idiot poet of the south," but we do know that at some point her master introduced her to Mark Twain. Oooooh, right?
12.14.10
Today is sunny and chilly with mild winds coming from the west?
Today's Horoscope: Switzerland has the most guns per square mile of any place in the world.
It is very hard to keep from writing about topical events, especially as I become more and more interested in the daily news. Not having a car is great, but when I need to do very menial errands, banking and 711, things get agitated. Goodness I'm hungry.
Today's Horoscope: Switzerland has the most guns per square mile of any place in the world.
It is very hard to keep from writing about topical events, especially as I become more and more interested in the daily news. Not having a car is great, but when I need to do very menial errands, banking and 711, things get agitated. Goodness I'm hungry.
Monday, December 13, 2010
12.13.10
Today is quite chilly, about 14 degrees F. Nevertheless, the sun is shining and the occasional breeze kicks up a cloud of snow.
Today's Horoscope: The life of a shut-in is glorious. I know this from experience.
It has come to my attention that Blogspot.com is blocked out in China. Thus I am preparing for the hiring of The Weather Today's Secretary of Foreign Affairs (TWTSOFA).
I remember last time I was out there the youtubes were blocked. That wasn't so bad, but then when I needed a video for one reason or another I had to bump up against the ugly reality of youku.com.
Today's Horoscope: The life of a shut-in is glorious. I know this from experience.
It has come to my attention that Blogspot.com is blocked out in China. Thus I am preparing for the hiring of The Weather Today's Secretary of Foreign Affairs (TWTSOFA).
I remember last time I was out there the youtubes were blocked. That wasn't so bad, but then when I needed a video for one reason or another I had to bump up against the ugly reality of youku.com.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
12.12.10
The weather has taken a turn for the serious. Joe H. informs me that the recent Minnesota white out was conspicuously omitted from preceding reports. He will be placed under scrutiny. The roads here will become ice after the recent rain. Tomorrow will be a gloomy afterthought of today.
Today's Horoscope: Silence all thoughts, and then consider what life would be like for you in prison.
People say that September is usually a pretty bad month for the stock market. There is, I am told, evidence to back this up. Regardless I submit that December is the historically baneful month for the stock market. I am prepared to offer no evidence for this argument. Good day.
Album of the Week: Grinderman 2. Sometimes when I hear an album a special gland in my brain secretes a dissenting voice that admonishes me for not finding out about this sooner. There is a Grinderman 1, a host of show's that I have missed, and more likely than not plenty of musical threads to chase that aren't Nick Cave. (Today I thought that it would be cool if he released another album of covers. I bet he'd change the way we think of Here Comes the Sun and Crimson and Clover.)
Today's Horoscope: Silence all thoughts, and then consider what life would be like for you in prison.
People say that September is usually a pretty bad month for the stock market. There is, I am told, evidence to back this up. Regardless I submit that December is the historically baneful month for the stock market. I am prepared to offer no evidence for this argument. Good day.
Album of the Week: Grinderman 2. Sometimes when I hear an album a special gland in my brain secretes a dissenting voice that admonishes me for not finding out about this sooner. There is a Grinderman 1, a host of show's that I have missed, and more likely than not plenty of musical threads to chase that aren't Nick Cave. (Today I thought that it would be cool if he released another album of covers. I bet he'd change the way we think of Here Comes the Sun and Crimson and Clover.)
Friday, December 10, 2010
12.10.10
Now today is more of what I'd like to see. Cold? Yes, but full of sunshine, and really not all that cold once you spend some time outside.
Today's Horoscope: The skyscrapers from within downtown this morning shone very beautifully in the morning mist. It is what I imagine whenever someone mentions St. Augustine's City of God. One could argue that this is why I never actually understood that book; too much of that philosophy and no lengthy descriptions of a really cool city. (With really cool buildings and shit, ya know?)
I had the most fucked up dream. I dreamt that I was on this beach, kinda like the beach at Mount Baldy. First one Pontiac came out from the ocean, and then a multitude, and I saw from a high vantage a fleet of Pontiac's driving up and down the beach. I followed them to a turnoff where one rogue Pontiac crashed into a nearby gas station. The man in the Pontiac (lookin' like Charles Manson)got out and started killing this trucker, eventually chaining him to his truck's hood. The Manson guy hit a button and the guy's truck started to rise up to the awning of the gas station, and I was terrified because this poor trucker was about to get pancaked, so I attacked the Manson dude and started fucking him up with my hands, eventually throwing him into the trucks cabin. Manson then tried to stab me but I bested him and took his knife, and when I stabbed Manson I saw he was enjoying it so I stopped. I locked him in the truck and booked it to try and find something I could bash his head in with, but I made it to this barn, and I started to climb up this barn, and I was wearing these sweet leather gloves, and then some Ariel Pink song started playing, and then I looked down and I was waaaaay the fuck up, and I had to take off one of these gloves to hang on for dear life, and there was this really pretty sunshine streaming through all the hay and pitchforks and stuff, and then I woke up because my dumbass set an alarm for 7am.
Today's Horoscope: The skyscrapers from within downtown this morning shone very beautifully in the morning mist. It is what I imagine whenever someone mentions St. Augustine's City of God. One could argue that this is why I never actually understood that book; too much of that philosophy and no lengthy descriptions of a really cool city. (With really cool buildings and shit, ya know?)
I had the most fucked up dream. I dreamt that I was on this beach, kinda like the beach at Mount Baldy. First one Pontiac came out from the ocean, and then a multitude, and I saw from a high vantage a fleet of Pontiac's driving up and down the beach. I followed them to a turnoff where one rogue Pontiac crashed into a nearby gas station. The man in the Pontiac (lookin' like Charles Manson)got out and started killing this trucker, eventually chaining him to his truck's hood. The Manson guy hit a button and the guy's truck started to rise up to the awning of the gas station, and I was terrified because this poor trucker was about to get pancaked, so I attacked the Manson dude and started fucking him up with my hands, eventually throwing him into the trucks cabin. Manson then tried to stab me but I bested him and took his knife, and when I stabbed Manson I saw he was enjoying it so I stopped. I locked him in the truck and booked it to try and find something I could bash his head in with, but I made it to this barn, and I started to climb up this barn, and I was wearing these sweet leather gloves, and then some Ariel Pink song started playing, and then I looked down and I was waaaaay the fuck up, and I had to take off one of these gloves to hang on for dear life, and there was this really pretty sunshine streaming through all the hay and pitchforks and stuff, and then I woke up because my dumbass set an alarm for 7am.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
12.09.10
Today will hopefully be a perfectly identical sequel to today, this was an OK compromise I'd say.
Today's Horoscope: You will find your answers to all the questions buried deep in the strata of hip-hop history.
Today's update comes a day early because I'm going to be moving around in the city for what is currently an unknown length of time.
Got through Beatles Anthology disks 5 and 6 today. They were on shuffle. There's some tracks that made me say "glad they re-recorded," and then there's others, like the Sexy Sadie cut that made me wonder why they ever changed the song.
This all comes from me hearing a bloatedly hilarious interview with Ringo Starr the other night. He was asked to describe a song on his new record, he described it in a few short words, and then when the song was played the lyrics were basically the exact same thing. Later in the interview he'd talk about drumming technique, inteersting.
Today's Horoscope: You will find your answers to all the questions buried deep in the strata of hip-hop history.
Today's update comes a day early because I'm going to be moving around in the city for what is currently an unknown length of time.
Got through Beatles Anthology disks 5 and 6 today. They were on shuffle. There's some tracks that made me say "glad they re-recorded," and then there's others, like the Sexy Sadie cut that made me wonder why they ever changed the song.
This all comes from me hearing a bloatedly hilarious interview with Ringo Starr the other night. He was asked to describe a song on his new record, he described it in a few short words, and then when the song was played the lyrics were basically the exact same thing. Later in the interview he'd talk about drumming technique, inteersting.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
12.08.10
Today oughta be a real winner. What is amazing about this is that it will still be cold and shitty, but we can always draw inspiration from the true story of the Jamaican bobsled team that won the gold medal in the Olympics.
Today's Horoscope:
These flamin' hot cheetoes are going to kill me. All day I've been asshole enough to jam a chili-powdered finger into my ears and eyes.
I had something else I was going to write, but I can't remember it just now.
Today's Horoscope:
These flamin' hot cheetoes are going to kill me. All day I've been asshole enough to jam a chili-powdered finger into my ears and eyes.
I had something else I was going to write, but I can't remember it just now.
Monday, December 6, 2010
12.07.10
According to a radio report I heard somewhere this week is going to be the epitome of a week in winter.
Today's Horoscope: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTWGx9EIjnk
When the earth freezes I freeze. I need warm air and sunshine to live. I'm like a really wimpy plant.
Today's Horoscope: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTWGx9EIjnk
When the earth freezes I freeze. I need warm air and sunshine to live. I'm like a really wimpy plant.
12.06.10
Temperatures in the twenties today, I think, I'm actually just about to go outside. I'm not a fan of this winter crap.
Today's Horoscope: I'm drawing a blank today, it must not be my lucky day.
Getting nostalgic for that winter Chicago, despite the fact that I hate winter. Something about the cold makes me want to punish my ear drums--time to make that noise-cocoon. Besides, I've seen all my favorite concerts during the winter.
Today's Horoscope: I'm drawing a blank today, it must not be my lucky day.
Getting nostalgic for that winter Chicago, despite the fact that I hate winter. Something about the cold makes me want to punish my ear drums--time to make that noise-cocoon. Besides, I've seen all my favorite concerts during the winter.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
12.05.10
50% chance of continued snowfall throughout the morning and afternoon with temperatures at an estimated high of 26 degrees in the day and then a low of 14 degrees at night. High pressure spots hanging around the Dakotas possibly blowing some harsh winds our way in the next few days.
Today's Horoscope: The small fish hang around the shore, but the big fish are far out in the deep sea.
I've been reading this book my mom gave me. It's a pre-release, an unpublished but bound copy and for this reason I don't think I'm allowed to give out the title or the author, but I will say that this is possibly the most fucked up piece of bat-shit crazy I've read. I'm halfway through and I'm depressed. This book is making me miserable.
I've read some shit--I've read American Psycho and I've read De Sade, I can take whatever you can throw at me, but to give you an idea of how fucked up this book is imagine if you were reading a Harry Potter novel and suddenly one of those dandy wizard-Brits begins to eviscerate someone in colorful detail. (Because I think this is supposed to be a book for young adults. Specifically: black female young adults.)
It actually kinda reminds me of Richard McBeef by Cho Seung-Hui.
Album Of The Week: It's been a pretty long week so I'm not sure I can remember to what I've been listening. Monoliths and Dimensions by Sun((O)))) or however you write it wins. It is a fine album, and I'd like to reccommend this album.
Today's Horoscope: The small fish hang around the shore, but the big fish are far out in the deep sea.
I've been reading this book my mom gave me. It's a pre-release, an unpublished but bound copy and for this reason I don't think I'm allowed to give out the title or the author, but I will say that this is possibly the most fucked up piece of bat-shit crazy I've read. I'm halfway through and I'm depressed. This book is making me miserable.
I've read some shit--I've read American Psycho and I've read De Sade, I can take whatever you can throw at me, but to give you an idea of how fucked up this book is imagine if you were reading a Harry Potter novel and suddenly one of those dandy wizard-Brits begins to eviscerate someone in colorful detail. (Because I think this is supposed to be a book for young adults. Specifically: black female young adults.)
It actually kinda reminds me of Richard McBeef by Cho Seung-Hui.
Album Of The Week: It's been a pretty long week so I'm not sure I can remember to what I've been listening. Monoliths and Dimensions by Sun((O)))) or however you write it wins. It is a fine album, and I'd like to reccommend this album.
Friday, December 3, 2010
12.04.10
"For death is certain to one who is born; to one who is dead, birth is certain;therefore, thou shalt not grieve for what is unavoidable."
-The Upanishads
Today's Horoscope: As snow falls it is wise to take cover. In future excavations of our society by alien archaeologists the discovery of winter sports will be a source of much confusion. The party line will eventually come to read that the "Men" of "The Globe" exiled their own and forced them to do insane things with long, pointy shoes--men of great folly who pay for their insolence by performing crazy tasks on the slopes of cold mountains. One young alien anthropologist will be ostracized by his peers and damned to teach Alien Anthropology at a forgotten Alien Community College for suggesting that the humans did this for pleasure.
Bit of an episode with the car this evening. Many parties (parents and bosses) will certainly be displeased with the recent automotive turn of events, this is all after we give thanks that no one was seriously hurt (except for the car, which died a painless, natural death.)
-The Upanishads
Today's Horoscope: As snow falls it is wise to take cover. In future excavations of our society by alien archaeologists the discovery of winter sports will be a source of much confusion. The party line will eventually come to read that the "Men" of "The Globe" exiled their own and forced them to do insane things with long, pointy shoes--men of great folly who pay for their insolence by performing crazy tasks on the slopes of cold mountains. One young alien anthropologist will be ostracized by his peers and damned to teach Alien Anthropology at a forgotten Alien Community College for suggesting that the humans did this for pleasure.
Bit of an episode with the car this evening. Many parties (parents and bosses) will certainly be displeased with the recent automotive turn of events, this is all after we give thanks that no one was seriously hurt (except for the car, which died a painless, natural death.)
12.03.10
Today we will see an unprecedented meteorological event of biblical proportions. There's no stopping it, and there's no preparation against it, all you can do is stay seated and wait. Wait.
Today's Horoscope: According to the "Scientific Community" the amount of stars in the universe is three times greater than previously thought. When I brought this up in conversation last night I got some pretty incredulous responses. I don't think anyone believed me.
My Super Chorus pedal keeps popping up in my dreams. (All my dreams are nightmares btw.) One time it showed up as a paperweight on someone's desk. More than once it magically devolved into a normal chorus pedal. Maybe I should give it back to its rightful owner.
Today's Horoscope: According to the "Scientific Community" the amount of stars in the universe is three times greater than previously thought. When I brought this up in conversation last night I got some pretty incredulous responses. I don't think anyone believed me.
My Super Chorus pedal keeps popping up in my dreams. (All my dreams are nightmares btw.) One time it showed up as a paperweight on someone's desk. More than once it magically devolved into a normal chorus pedal. Maybe I should give it back to its rightful owner.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
12.02.10
Today's weather is predicted with sublime accuracy, (almost to the point of satanic intervention,) a day early because this is the last time I'll be at a computer for what could be more than 48 hours.
Today's Horoscope: It's curtains for your political convictions once you see a grizzly meltdown from someone you admire on the political stage.
In this case, for me, it might be the sudden disappearance of Julian Assange. He has truly engineered something the fear mongers of the world can shit their pants about. Although some voices on the web stipulate that Mr. Assange and Wikileaks are a CIA front. Hmmm.
Today's Horoscope: It's curtains for your political convictions once you see a grizzly meltdown from someone you admire on the political stage.
In this case, for me, it might be the sudden disappearance of Julian Assange. He has truly engineered something the fear mongers of the world can shit their pants about. Although some voices on the web stipulate that Mr. Assange and Wikileaks are a CIA front. Hmmm.
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