whatiwas

It's the funniest thing: I haven't been in a band since 2000, and yet I've never been more musically active in my life than I have been right now.

In addition to my weekly karaoke madness (Tuesdays and Fridays at Chopsticks II, East Burnside for my Portland heads), I've been asked to take part in a benefit show on the 27th of this month performing...
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I've got a bit of money saved. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I've got a bit of money saved to dispose of as I please.


My birthday being around the corner, I think I'm going to buy myself a guitar.

while i like yesterday's apnea/benni set, i have to look at all multiple girl sets and compare them to morgan and roxy's set.

it's not that enjoy entangle simply because it's graphic; while i'm just enough of a typical male to enjoy its contents, i admit i'm more drawn to the comfort and intimacy both the girls/women seem to demonstrate with each other. there's also...
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somewhere between horny and bored, i started blasting Ten Grand in between songs at the night job (hosting karaoke).

it made me happy.

i saw battles on thursday.

The box office success of Fahrenheit 9/11 makes me think and, to be honest, I'm still ambivalent.

On one hand, I'm happy to see something so unabashedly liberal achieving such a wide level of exposure on a mainstream level. Although I don't consider Michael Moore to be the great white hope of the progressive left like some others do, I nonetheless think he is a...
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The backboards on the basketball hoops in the parking lot behind me are the flimsy, cheap aluminum kind that rattle like an aging city bus driving over a pothole unless you make every shot seamlessly. I practiced free throws this morning, clanking nearly every shot, lost fundamentals having become an intellectual process rather than the fluid action of my early youth. I shot fifty, made...
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The body is water, the brain is a series of numbers and somehow between the two a more perfect paranoid is created, only this new kind is a defective who counts in cultures and ponders existentialism with questions like if sikhs was nein. You know language dies just as easily as flesh.

I'm in an okay mood, having seen Fahrenheit 9/11 with the lovely Echo, whom I'd missed terribly. And I got paid at the day job. Money is good.

Reading today's Boondocks made me smile, seeing Aaron McGruder (through Huey, of course) look at the centrists with the same resigned annoyance I do, pointing out that blaming Nader, especially with the energy most Republicrats seem to, for Bush's presidency is scapegoating in its purest form put a warmth in my heart. I walked past the Nader for President tent across the street from Powell's...
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i need to get home and do that whole dread washing and re-twisting thing.

but first, a rack of nineball.

I finally found Bobcat Goldthwait's I Don't Mean To Insult You, But You Look Like Bobcat Goldthwait.

I'm amused.

I woke up on my friends Brad & Clarissa's couch for the first time in weeks, covered in last night's bar glaze and wondering, as usual, where the fuck I was.

Clarissa was walking around; to my blinded eyes, she was little more than a wraith in the sunlight, faceless and formless in spite of the clarity of her voice. We'd walked back to the...
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