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All I can think about right now is Thanksgiving dinner, watching Irma Vep again, Black Bonnets busking & oh that's it.
Oh and also how some of us reign victorious despite the fact that assholes roam the earth.
*Insert badass photo of badass chick here*
- Rain
- Cabbage
- Giant Sand
- Scissors
- Wolves
- Philadelphia, November 1984
Everybody, hold on. I promise not to nix this journal. I know I know, I've been saying that I'm over this whole "writing into a virtual space" thing and you all have been calling and hunting me down, telling me on the phone and to my face, "Eli it's not a void, your journal is so important to me, I read it every day, don't go don't go, do you want some money?" And I'm like, "Sure, the election was rigged and we all just rolled over like dumb fat puppies and bought it but ok, ok. I'll take your couplea Benjamins as New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin calls 20's and keep on slogging away at this whole weblog thing. For. You."
So there you have it. Never fear. Your ability to influence my desires is overwhelming. I am your very own writin' 'ho.
Dear Diary,
Today I fantasized about going to Old Navy to buy an identical tank as the one I bought last week for $5 but in black. My mouth salivated like they tell me it does when we think of something that we unconsciously want to devour.
The dream I had of the spider sucking blood outta my shin was pretty intense. They put a needle about 16 inches long into me with no anaesthesia and then that guy screamed at me as usual and he drove away. But I liked the sex part. So. Who else loves The Kinks? Of course, of course, everybody, I know I'm not cutting-edge like that but I sure can bake me some gingerbread.
That pony looked lonely today.
My friends are all super-freaks.
I still can't believe Rick James is dead. What's a world without Rick James?
Love,
Goodnight Frog, Goodnight Toad.
"youmehim"
3 black kittens on the sidewalk, one fat gray pigeon, pelican drifting down the bayou, the old Shetland pony kicking round his corral. These are the things that make me forget the slight intense piercing ever-persistant headache that I woke with. These are the things that make me remember that I am really just a trashy slutty rock & roll ho' moonlighting as a responsible trustworthy wholesome lady. I must pour thick bitter coffee down my throat this very instant. I must scan scan scan.
- John Lennon "Mother"
- Toast w/jam
- Christine Catsifas is god's gift to me.
I love love love this, my, porch. Also that as well as those crows this morning I saw three mean crows chasing a gorgeous flashing falcon as she dove into a monstrous magnolia tree. The symbolism does not escape me. Such is the burden of the genius.
Oh, know this: if you believe that a traffic light is capable of sensing your particular approach so that it can turn red on you out of spite for having raced through it last time when it turned yellow you are guilty of "carcissism".
I'm not guilty of this particular neurosis.
I'll list mine come Monday.
- Jeff Hirsch @ Fotocare in NYC
- Lambert, Hendricks and Ross "Twisted"
- Grilled peanut butter sandwich?
- The voyeurs I please.
- Shoot fee/battery charger.
- Ice cold vodka veins/my brass balls.
- That skanky girl with her skanky hair.
- Dog biting sheep.
- 28 lb. flathead catfish.
- "I don't mind being a celebrity," oh please.
- Toyota Tacoma, black.
- Hennepin.
- TGIF BRA!
Christ I'm a genius.
Here's a genius shot of mine from a shoot I assisted on of Herman's yesterday:
A murder of crows were weaving above my favorite bay stallion galloping round his corral this morning. Iron-clad sky. Pedaling thighs. I thought, "I am a genius on my way to work. Look at the murder of crows! Look at the galloping stallion! The world is surely my oyster. Let's eat!"
In honor of the wonderful "FOUND" magazine & people & experience I propose this assignment: LEAVE SOMETHING beautiful and strange or funny and strange or just something beautiful at the bus-stop, high in a tree, tied to a balloon, out in the sea, at the dentist's office, buried in a glass jar in the field at the end of the road underneath the maple tree. Expectation-free-giving to balance out all the no-strings-attached-receiving. It just seems like an equally thrilling part of the equation to me ...
This is a picture of heaven. I know, I just googled heaven and this is what came up so it's heaven, so there.
And I was just thinking, if you live really well, follow all the Commandments (god, how odious), etc etc, and the Christian idea of afterlife is true, you die, go to heaven. And heaven's supposed to be your great reward, all the things you love, your pup from when you were a kid, milk & cookies, dance parties, it's all there. So let's say you're this Flanders-type guy and what if what you want in your heaven is to ... say ... go to gay bars & screw strangers, cheating on your wife in a pukey alley, you know: do all the things "they" say are "sins" as your reward? Or murder someone, just randomly destroy & lie & wreck havoc? Won't you be able to, if heaven is supposed to be anything you want as reward for living without etc etc?
Cuz I'm thinking that'd be GREAT. Or maybe I'm just, as usual, as per my agreement, just thinking too much.
- Nina Simone "Marriage is for old folks, cold folks, not for me."
- Pickled okra
- The Incredibles
- This site: Thanks Dog.
- Getting one of my upper molars ground down to a nub.
"A little patience, and we shall see the reign of witches pass over, their spells dissolve, and the people, recovering their true sight, restore their government to it's true principles. It is true that in the meantime we are suffering deeply in spirit, and incurring the horrors of a war and long oppressions of enormous public debt......If the game runs sometimes against us at home we must have patience till luck turns, and then we shall have an opportunity of winning back the principles we have lost, for this is a game where principles are at stake."
--Thomas Jefferson, 1798, after the passage of the Sedition Act
Iceland has a range of traditional foods, called "thorramatur", which are enjoyed especially in the period from January to March. These preserved foods include smoked and salted lamb, singed sheep heads, dried fish, smoked and pickled salmon, cured shark and various other delicacies. Breads include laufabrauð (deep-fried paper-thin bread), kleinur (similar to doughnuts) and rye pancakes. Icelandic crepes are popular year around.
When we scratch the wound and give into our addictions we do not allow the wound to heal. But when we instead experience the raw quality of the itch or pain of the wound and do not scratch it, we actually allow the wound to heal. So not giving in to our addictions is about healing at a very basic level.
1. Typography
2. Aluminum (shining the way it shines)
3. C'est doublé ou sous-titré?
4. Albert Ayler
5. "I don't want to be connected to you for the rest of my life."
6. The mathematics of abuse.
7. Golden Kansas cornfield
8. Murphy's oil soap
9. I don't care how much money they make, those photographs are boring.
10. Salt peanuts/club soda.
11. Dr. Isabelle Wallace
12. Dizzy Gillespie, NYC, 1953, profile, playing w/beret, neg #83
13. 3 on the bed, plus one.
14. round stic fine
15. The beast that God forgot to invent.
16. Acorn squash
17. Kutztown Pennsylvania
18. "Melancholia" Julia Kristeva
19. Important rules for healthy scanner.
20. Promises never made
21. Skipping, holding hands, umbella.
22. My favorite dead comedian, Bill Hicks.
23. Jacques Lacan's psychoanalytic seminars.
24. Factories, quarries and railway stations, to deal with memory, family, place and belonging.
25. Q
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