Still in NYC - A PERSON WHO SHALL REMAIN UNNAMED gave me some ritalin, and I'm going shopping for every-scent perfume. On my list: greenhouse, thunderstorm, paperback. Other notables: rubber, earthworm, glue. After that I may wander aimlessly again through Chinatown and environs. Boston tomorrow, with Sean this time, then on the 15th back to ( Read more... )

Seeing that Jessica Frost still has any friends at all really pisses me off. Guys, you're being conned. She has always had a "clean bill of heart health". Always. Really. For real. I bring this up now because even seeing her name casually gives me flashbacks to her fake "kidney port" the ER nurses untaped from her side, and the "heart attacks ( Read more... )

Sean and I are safely in Portland. We set out from Fairbanks in my car at about 9pm Friday, threw a shoe in Destruction Bay, Yukon on Saturday morning, spent Sunday night in Prince George, and made it here in time to see Rasputina last night. Altogether we drove about 2,500 miles, not including excursions. Things are good, staying with Blyss, ( Read more... )

Brian Rieck and I are trying to get some people together for some protests. The aim is to make visible that vast population who aren't thrilled about government control OR the proliferation of "christian militias". The other primary goal is to counter the national mood, lighten things up and take some of the hostility out of the dialogue - ( Read more... )

This tea party thing is sticking in my craw. Worse still, the coffee party, the so-called "alternative" for those who aren't social darwinists, is nothing but a limp-wristed defense of the system. For those of us who don't want Glenn Beck or Michael God-Forbid Savage to decide public policy, for the rest of us who realize the status is not quo, ( Read more... )

I'm back at number 7, doing well. Not much to say, Sean's in Brooklyn til next week and Blyss moved out. The house is still full of hobos and degenerates (see Venn diagram), but now that I, the least social of the three, am sole proprietor, things have calmed down substantially. I have quit my sinnin' and settled down. The number one cause of ( Read more... )

See you, space cowboy!

I got fired today (no specific reason, just "wasn't working out") which is kind of good because six months is a long-ass time. Looks like I can pull it together to come back this week. May or may not bring back a bounty of produce, we'll see how the logistics work out.

Now reading:

Half-Asleep in Frog Pajamas, Tom Robbins
Portrait of the Artist, James Joyce
The Paradoxes of Delusion, Louis A. Sass
Wild Ducks Flying Backwards, Tom Robbins
Mindfield, Gregory Corso
The classifieds.

My frustration is too intense to cope. I need something to do, and writing isn't concrete enough to cut it. I am going to stop posting and start looking for paint.

Thank you to Donovan for being a little bastard. <3