jnthn

I find it good to rotate the vices every 10,000 miles, and I'm long overdue. Already clocked in 3 transcontinental trips since Feb. One more next week and then who knows....

coffee in my system more than ever. it's nice taking a break from the whiskey. it's been killer writing. so much information is flowing. my little experiment was a minor success but I won't really talk about it here. eyelid television, let's just say there was that. words are pouring out lately and that's all that matters.

I'm constantly wrapped around more ideas and feeling them twist like earthworms in my hands -- like pulling up soil from the ground. that earth feeling, that smell. so many little universes in soil, in the ground.

that's how I feel.

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I want to take pictures of my hood and give a visual to this journal. I know I go off about it a lot here. I've confined myself to it quite a bit, but you gotta understand, I'm in your hood, and your hood and your hood most of the year. I like the slow motion, the microscopic sense here. I'm protective of it, cause I'm going to go, maybe someday soon and I will miss it. it's cool. people around here are for real, real families, not just hood destroying thugs and hood destroying developers. there are nice people just like your hood, trying to get by while being edged out constantly and being reminded by commuting workers and commuting, bratty partiers that they have less nice shit.

I know I feel that way, and I've flown far and wide on other people's money for years. still, I have my boxes, my synths, my guitars and studio stuff, photos, my friends here. old clothes. I don't want their shit. I have a list of demands, though.

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I have a big crush. I've mentioned it. I've had it for a while. I actually have a bunch of crushes, cause crushes are great. fantasy. pure. innocent. but I have them. the big crush knows, and I know she thinks I'm not so shabby. but it's really complicated and as I've said before, total -- slow -- burn.... see her soon, tho.

there's another crush, it's a stupid crush. she probably knows it, too. but it's so out there...I want to write her. I want to have an exchange. I want to be able to openly say what I need to say, but that door isn't open. I think if it were...I'd charm the shit outta her and it'd be 100,000% sincere. the offer still stands...

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I DJed again tonight for the first time in a while. got to play most of the records I brought on tour. people usually respond well to what I do, which, of course, is rad, even if it is going from something like electro to Slayer @ 1am. Someone said, "This is really cool. I never would've expected to hear dancehall, Jesse Johnson, the Fun Boy 3 and the Adverts all in the same night." I don't think it's that odd, but it's cool that he got a kick out of it.

I just DJ the way I would when my friends come over, or the way my friends would dj for me at theirs. play whatever. freeform!! make it your way of life.

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last thing, I promise: it was a fucking GORGEOUS day. So jacked on caffeine. Such a rad time with the coffee ladies and my housemate and the ruckus that is my shoppe. sold 5 CDs and ended up with about 9$ in cash and like 5 in store credit. something like that, I bought 15 cent records -- totally stoked. sold a bass amp, got $80. found out my synth that's to be fixed will cost me nearly $200. It's worth it, just not right now. but it doesn't matter. got some cash for djing. bought breakfast and I'm going to bed hoping tomorrow kicks ass like today.