I am a liar...or soon I will be.
"What is this? I have heard speak that you will never blog...that you are 'Not a Blogger', that, in fact, you remain anti-blog. Are we to believe that your word is worth less than dirt and spit?", speak the masses in unison upon discovery of this wordspace.
..And thus, a liar I am.
After submitting the previous post its lush tone and haphazard content bore an urge in me to consider it an ex-post, the post that never was mine and will never be mine (it was pinot noir's text). But I've reconsidered and have given it neighbors (this post).
My refrigerator has been replaced by a behemoth-whitemonolith giving refuge to no object around it (my trashcan which sat firmly beside my past-fridge has retreated across the kitchen in protest). It cools and it freezes and it holds many more magnets...and some say the world is a loathsome place. I say not! Look towards my icebox and rejoice.
Anyway, enough of that. Since "blogging" last (*shudder*), I grew a luxurious beard ...which I then removed early this morning. Now I look like a fresh young babe, virgin-cheeked and not nearly as rustic as yesterday. I had mixed feelings about that. It will surely make it's return. Maybe I will post my reasons for growing my first beard in a later entry, it's a concise and logical explanation, scientific even.
Oh yeah, life stuff...um...I need a new job or a job (period). My car is a nightmare machine, sometimes like a casket being thrown down a waterfall....of rocks... and at other times driving my car is like conducting an orchestra of slightly retarded robots. School next semester is like the chupacabra...a fucking mystery. My adjustment to being an entirely solo musician (I am an expatriate to a band I had played guitar in for 6 years) has been difficult but exciting, and very gratifying. I've been recording all week and I am starting to surprise myself. I will see Sonic Youth ten days from now, they make sense and I love them (yes, I am using the word love because it applies in this case). Also, moving is on my mind.
(this concludes the "life" portion of my post, the rest can be considered ramblings completely unrelated to anything important or informative or anyother 'I' word that sounds right).
Argh, I hate to say this...but...I guess I'll post more later... (ellipses are a tricky thing and mine are neither hesitant, nor designation of incomplete thoughts... I ellipses out of laziness and nincombrainery)...
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"What is this? I have heard speak that you will never blog...that you are 'Not a Blogger', that, in fact, you remain anti-blog. Are we to believe that your word is worth less than dirt and spit?", speak the masses in unison upon discovery of this wordspace.
..And thus, a liar I am.
After submitting the previous post its lush tone and haphazard content bore an urge in me to consider it an ex-post, the post that never was mine and will never be mine (it was pinot noir's text). But I've reconsidered and have given it neighbors (this post).
My refrigerator has been replaced by a behemoth-whitemonolith giving refuge to no object around it (my trashcan which sat firmly beside my past-fridge has retreated across the kitchen in protest). It cools and it freezes and it holds many more magnets...and some say the world is a loathsome place. I say not! Look towards my icebox and rejoice.
Anyway, enough of that. Since "blogging" last (*shudder*), I grew a luxurious beard ...which I then removed early this morning. Now I look like a fresh young babe, virgin-cheeked and not nearly as rustic as yesterday. I had mixed feelings about that. It will surely make it's return. Maybe I will post my reasons for growing my first beard in a later entry, it's a concise and logical explanation, scientific even.
Oh yeah, life stuff...um...I need a new job or a job (period). My car is a nightmare machine, sometimes like a casket being thrown down a waterfall....of rocks... and at other times driving my car is like conducting an orchestra of slightly retarded robots. School next semester is like the chupacabra...a fucking mystery. My adjustment to being an entirely solo musician (I am an expatriate to a band I had played guitar in for 6 years) has been difficult but exciting, and very gratifying. I've been recording all week and I am starting to surprise myself. I will see Sonic Youth ten days from now, they make sense and I love them (yes, I am using the word love because it applies in this case). Also, moving is on my mind.
(this concludes the "life" portion of my post, the rest can be considered ramblings completely unrelated to anything important or informative or anyother 'I' word that sounds right).
Argh, I hate to say this...but...I guess I'll post more later... (ellipses are a tricky thing and mine are neither hesitant, nor designation of incomplete thoughts... I ellipses out of laziness and nincombrainery)...
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I saw your pics, what is that, a Tornado? i can't make it out... Anyway don't sweat the fact that the majority of the pics. have you holding a guitar. At least you're gettin' out there and rockin'
Stay loud!
-Jac
[Edited on Jul 26, 2004 5:00AM]
[Edited on Jul 26, 2004 6:57AM]
P.S.--5 days.....