Thursday, July 28, 2005

low fidelity

Yo. I am procrastinating with packing by pirating internet (aarrrr), and offer you my media consumption as of late. Kind of like those profiles in magazines, only I don’t have an Ipod list, because I don’t have an Ipod.

Most recently viewed movies:

Happy Endings—oh Maggie. Her character’s name is Jude, she has kick ass earrings, and she sings! Seriously, good film.

The Agronomist—about Jean Dominic, a free radio journalist in Haiti who was assassinated (apologies for passive voice but subject is unknown…who killed Jean?) Good story but poor editing on the documentary.

Two Weeks Notice—recently my mom visited, and sifting through my movie collection, she noticed that I own no comedies (with the exception of I.Q.) So, I am working on the light and fluffy.

Daily Show Indecision 2004—rent it!!! The Republican Nat’l Convention coverage is the best.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory—oh Johnny. Flaming puppets, what more can I say.


Last five albums listened to:

Atmosphere, Seven’s Travels

Rufus Wainwright, Want One

Dr. Octagon, who I must admit I like a lot, but I don’t know the title

Belle and Sebastian, Dear Catastrophe Waitress, specifically “Stay Loose”

Radiohead, Ok Computer


Last five books/magazines read:

The House of the Spirits, Isabel Allende

Breathe, with Julie Delpy on cover

A zine about Paul’s trip to Mexico City, the title had something about a monkey

Communities of Dissent, Stephen J. Stein

Traveling Mercies, Anne Lamott


A word on the last, Anne Lamott is the one who believes smoothies with bananas are the only cure for existential dread. Which you will read about soon in red milk, currently on its way to a mailbox near you. Peace out!

Friday, July 15, 2005

how am i not myself?

yes kyrt, we will engage in pure being. you first.

hmm, there is a message by my alterego posted as a guest columnist on kelsey's blog. she also bid me a fond farewell and spilled our plans about playing atari all day in our bathrobes. i have not given up the dream. i wonder if they have atari in the bahamas.

i'm packing up my life. and i promise i really will get the paper zine out soon.

"the radical is that unique person who actually believes what she says. she is that person to whom the common good is the greatest personal value. she is that person who genuinely and completely believes in humankind. the radical is so completely identified with humankind that she personally shares the pain, the injustices, and the sufferings of her fellow humans. for the radical the bell tolls unceasingly, and every human's struggle is her fight."
-saul alinsky [edited by me]

Friday, July 08, 2005

aches like a woman

sneaking into cemeteries buried eight deep. graffiti on the crematorium and biker graves. pentagram says 'i'll live again.' hiding from the cops and walking down bardstown with flashlights bulging in dark pockets. i carry on.


Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.