idiocy
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
[postscript...this one's a bit hippie-deep, which i guess is about ankle deep in mud, but just to warn you...]it is wonderful to sing as softly as you want or as loud and stupid as you want in a big old house of at least five completely different noise spaces, with absolutely no one to hear you and no one to care. i sometimes, despite the cat pee and the spiders, do quite love it here. and sometimes tho what is so great about "this" is simply that it is not "that," then there are times that everything is lovely just for being itself, and it is appreciated.
and so to everything that is being itself, you are appreciated, [except for the evil interloping cat, who is channeling satan and so makes me a bit uneasy,] no less than the stars in the universe [which this new study says may in fact be shaped like a soccer ball] you have a right to be here.
death is a strange taboo.
there is a quote that is terrible and true all at once, that i have not confirmed, and yet it goes like this, "Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something." - Pancho Villa
so until that mudane moment, which no one else notices, but is to you the end of the world,
shimmy on in your soccer ball-shaped universe, you crazy diamond.
and so on this very sad day of confusion i am going to go drink more wine and sing all alone in my house.
and have a wonderful time.
idiocy
time is short,we'd best get started.
sometimes people just have their time to die a bit earlier than others, but it still sucks.
yesterday was really really weird and i would have told you all about it, but i fell into bed after drinking too much beer for too many hours.
[see, there is no vaulted dedication to updates, but that's just the way it is.
in case you hadn't noticed, this is laid out quite strangely anyways, and i'm in the throes of planning new things and there you are.
send me new links if you have them.]
but now that i am totally broke, and sentenced to my musty house, perhaps i shall be witty and brilliant and postulate extensively on all things under the sun.
Look, i'll start today, ahem, current events::
Elliot Smith stabbed himself. Once.
how do you do that? don't you have to break some bones in order to be quite that effective?
it's still a thousand degrees in mid-october.
this is very strange for the northwest.
i enjoy scientific american.
and now it comes to my house.
so kind of them.