gutless
First: I started this project where everyone needs to send me tapes or burned CDs that ARE NOT JAWBREAKER. Fucking shit. I listen to Jawbreaker 90% of the time, and though I am not sick of them, I should be. So yeah, let's get me hooked on something else.
SPEAKING OF! I'm on another coffee binge. The stuff we have at work is awful so I usually just water down espresso ('americano'), but my parents order coffee from Portland and it's SO GOOD. Even when it isn't fresh it doesn't taste bitter. I take it black. The coffee is to fuel this urge to fix up the Moxie Distro website.
As far as zines, my new love is Loitering is Good. I'm reading issue #9. Joey's drawings kind of reminds me of R. Crumb's style (but then I am also really ignorant about art so that comparison could be WAY off. Opinions?) Yesterday I spent the rest of a gift card at a bookstore, and then $50... agh. I did get Maus I & II, which is Art Spiegelman's father's account of life during WWII, at a POW camp and then a concentration camp. It is in comic book format and in most frames, word for word from the mouth of his father. You can almost hear his thick accent. So far it's incredible. I also bought a collection of Mark Twain's novels and stories as well as a collection of his essays about things like suffrage and imperialism, and Pudd'n Head Wilson, which should be good. What can I say, dude is awesome.
Today we had some snow, but none of it stuck. It just blew around like dust. Still, my boss who is from NY joked about it with all the customers, and people were more jovial than usual at 7am, and kids came in bouncing around because they got a snow day. When was that huge ice storm here; do any of you remember it?
My lady boss talked to me about Portland and college and stuff. By the end of our talk I was psyched to go to school, but the idea is daunting again. When I was in middle school I aspired to get into Reed College (I don't remember why). Later it was the University of Oregon. By junior year I halfheartedly set my sights on Savannah College of Art & Design, then Watkins, and finally "fuck school I'm traveling". Working a full time shit job doesn't challenge me or make me think, and while I enjoy learning and teaching myself, I can't get the kind of intellectual stimulation a college might facilitate by keeping myself in isolation. Um also I don't feel like paying for my education, but I won't get into all of that.
So Dave who does Dumpsterland zine emailed me, wanting to know if I can help his friend book a show here. She is in a radical puppeteering troupe. She hasn't contacted me yet but I think it'd be really awesome to host something like that in Nashville! The tour is to benefit their friend's legal defense- he is the last to be tried from the RNC in Philadelphia in 2000. (friendsofcamilo.org) Would any of you be interested in seeing a puppet show about prisons? I don't know what to expect either but it's a good cause.
I'm really nervous that nobody will show up at the This Bike show.
OH MY GOD I LOVE JAWBREAKER.
Swallow your pride.
But take it slow.
You might just choke on it.
And you wouldn't want to do a thing like that.
What's left inside without your words
And fists to hold them up?
Can you look at it without rose colored lenses?
Doesn't speak too well of you.
You crawl to pass their tests.
I would like to help you but
I'm not sure who to address.
There are so many of you.
Used to be just one.
Lost you to the other side
To promises of fun.
Do you define yourself by some remembered set of empty phrases?
Do you question them at all?
Is what you do and what you say just following companions?
Do you do it from fear of not belonging?
I don't condemn you.
I know that we've all got to cling to something
To find our way through this life.
Just look inside and see if your beliefs have any meaning.
Or are they something that you found?
SPEAKING OF! I'm on another coffee binge. The stuff we have at work is awful so I usually just water down espresso ('americano'), but my parents order coffee from Portland and it's SO GOOD. Even when it isn't fresh it doesn't taste bitter. I take it black. The coffee is to fuel this urge to fix up the Moxie Distro website.
As far as zines, my new love is Loitering is Good. I'm reading issue #9. Joey's drawings kind of reminds me of R. Crumb's style (but then I am also really ignorant about art so that comparison could be WAY off. Opinions?) Yesterday I spent the rest of a gift card at a bookstore, and then $50... agh. I did get Maus I & II, which is Art Spiegelman's father's account of life during WWII, at a POW camp and then a concentration camp. It is in comic book format and in most frames, word for word from the mouth of his father. You can almost hear his thick accent. So far it's incredible. I also bought a collection of Mark Twain's novels and stories as well as a collection of his essays about things like suffrage and imperialism, and Pudd'n Head Wilson, which should be good. What can I say, dude is awesome.
Today we had some snow, but none of it stuck. It just blew around like dust. Still, my boss who is from NY joked about it with all the customers, and people were more jovial than usual at 7am, and kids came in bouncing around because they got a snow day. When was that huge ice storm here; do any of you remember it?
My lady boss talked to me about Portland and college and stuff. By the end of our talk I was psyched to go to school, but the idea is daunting again. When I was in middle school I aspired to get into Reed College (I don't remember why). Later it was the University of Oregon. By junior year I halfheartedly set my sights on Savannah College of Art & Design, then Watkins, and finally "fuck school I'm traveling". Working a full time shit job doesn't challenge me or make me think, and while I enjoy learning and teaching myself, I can't get the kind of intellectual stimulation a college might facilitate by keeping myself in isolation. Um also I don't feel like paying for my education, but I won't get into all of that.
So Dave who does Dumpsterland zine emailed me, wanting to know if I can help his friend book a show here. She is in a radical puppeteering troupe. She hasn't contacted me yet but I think it'd be really awesome to host something like that in Nashville! The tour is to benefit their friend's legal defense- he is the last to be tried from the RNC in Philadelphia in 2000. (friendsofcamilo.org) Would any of you be interested in seeing a puppet show about prisons? I don't know what to expect either but it's a good cause.
I'm really nervous that nobody will show up at the This Bike show.
OH MY GOD I LOVE JAWBREAKER.
Swallow your pride.
But take it slow.
You might just choke on it.
And you wouldn't want to do a thing like that.
What's left inside without your words
And fists to hold them up?
Can you look at it without rose colored lenses?
Doesn't speak too well of you.
You crawl to pass their tests.
I would like to help you but
I'm not sure who to address.
There are so many of you.
Used to be just one.
Lost you to the other side
To promises of fun.
Do you define yourself by some remembered set of empty phrases?
Do you question them at all?
Is what you do and what you say just following companions?
Do you do it from fear of not belonging?
I don't condemn you.
I know that we've all got to cling to something
To find our way through this life.
Just look inside and see if your beliefs have any meaning.
Or are they something that you found?