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Thursday, February 22, 2001, 12:54 a.m.
"You could ramble on for five hours about how many pieces of moss Swamp Thing has on his left toe, and I'd probably remain totally enraptured, thinking 'Wow, I'm marrying this guy who knows how many pieces of moss Swamp Thing has on his toe!'"
That's right- In case you haven't heard, I'm getting married.
Congratulate me.
Friday, January 19, 2001, 05:16 p.m.
Three quotes of the day:
"The most trouble I've gotten in was because my tiger mouth outweighed my hummingbird ass." -Wendall Rawls
"People respond to monkeys on television... It's a well documented phenomenon." -Rick Veitch
"The triceratops was always the best dinosaur in terms of shooting lasers." -Brian Chance
Tuesday, January 16, 2001, 12:34 a.m.
Saturday, January 13, 2001, 04:06 p.m.
Man of Constant Sorrow
from O Brother, Where Art Thou?
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen troubles all my day
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I've found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
Its fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on that golden shore
Tuesday, December 12, 2000, 02:58 p.m.
I have comic books in my book bag. It's a nice nostalgic feeling to have comic books in my book bag. Like in the 5th grade when I used to get reprimanded for reading Avengers Spotlight and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in math class.
What comic books, you ask? The last two issues of Tim Truman's The Spider. I like Tim Truman, but he's not for everyone. He's sort of the Roger Corman of comics. It's fun, some of the ideas are interesting, and it looks like he did it real damn fast.
Why do I have comics in my book bag? Because I'm doing a four hour stint in the library, studying for the History exam I have at 6 tonight, and I knew I'd need a break or two.
I also allowed time to waste writing a pitas entry in which I talk about having comic books in my book bag, and for which I even dug up a graphic of the Spider. (Step on Spider!)
Spider! (We love you, Spider!)
UNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!
"I promise not to kill you."
Monday, December 11, 2000, 04:58 a.m.
I just finished the short story I wrote for the final project in my Holy Grail class. I'll have to revise it a time or two, but it's done. At about 25 pages, it's the longest thing I've ever written. It's possibly the hardest assignment I've ever had, but also one I enjoyed immensely. The story is called "The Girl in the Fisher King's Castle." After the aforementioned revisions, I'll put it online for everyone to read. For now, I'm going to bed, feeling victorious and vanquished at the same time.
Friday, December 1, 2000, 01:23 p.m.
A Few Words about Leonard Peltier
As it turns out, whether you like Rage Against the Machine (and I don't) is beside the point. Native American activist and American political prisoner Leonard Peltier is possibly the closest he's ever been to freedom. His petition for executive clemency has reached President Clinton's office, and the President has promised to take a look at it. Due to his status as a lame duck, Clinton is actually in a position to do what the people want. If you want to let Clinton know that you think Peltier should be free, call the WhiteHouse comments line at 202-456-1111, or call the toll-free number the LPDC has set up at 1-877-561-1364.
If you're unfamiliar with Peltier's case, learn about it from the Leonard Peltier Defense Committee.
This is about as easy as activism gets. It's just a telephone call.
Monday, November 20, 2000, 11:47 a.m.
I should be writing a paper on The Fisher King, but I haven't decided what aspect of the movie to write about yet, which makes it hard.
I had a good weekend. Worked a bit, for the last time at Waldenbooks at least for a while. I'm taking the holidays off. Better broke than busy, that's my motto.
Oh, and soy milk. I have discovered the wonder that is soy milk. Lately milk has given me more and more sinus problems each time I drink it, so I figured, what the hell, I'll give soy milk a try. It's amazing. I've had cereal, macaroni and cheese, and ovaltine, and they all tasted just the same as before, but my sinuses were completely unaffected. I'm not about to sit down with a tall glass of soy milk, because that would be weird, but for everything else I officially advocate it.
Sunday, November 12, 2000, 01:51 p.m.
I've decided to blame a monkey for all my overtly political entries. Do you think that's healthy?
This has been one of those boring but relaxing weekends, where not a lot has gone on. This is good, because we're about to reach that end-of-the-semester crunch. But then comes Xmas break, which is nice.
Sunday, November 12, 2000, 01:30 p.m.
Some Interesting Links Regarding an Obnoxious Election
A coup? (gesundheit) Surely you jest.
Or perhaps you jest not.
At least Ralph's okay.
And still not taking shit from the Democrats.
Everyone sues.
Except the ones who protest.
Maybe nothing in Florida makes sense.
Alas, this is getting silly.
Wednesday, November 8, 2000, 09:02 p.m.
I had planned to post the lyrics to "It's the End of the World as We Know It (and I Feel Fine)" today, since I was anticipating the announcement of an impending Republican administration. But things are much blurrier than that, it seems, so here's something I wrote today, instead.
The True King:
An Arthurian Rant
Living in a space between leaders
In a land without a king
In the time between loss
And losing
Living not knowing
Speaking not caring
Amused, bemused, angered, displeased
Because of a lack of Merlins.
No one smart enough
To stick a sword in a fucking rock
And say,
"There.
That's how you pick a fucking king."
You want to rule? You think your daddy left you the right?
Then pull out the sword!
Pull out the sword and unite this kingdom!
Say, "Ah-ha,
I am your rightful ruler!"
And be the leader this lost land needs.
If not,
If you're too scared to try
Or that sword won't budge for you,
Go back to Texas or Tennessee or Washington
and say, "Alas,
For I am not the true king,
And it was not meant to be."
And we'll wait.
We'll wait for the nameless kid
To rise up out of the masses
And stupidly tug that sword
And watch it make him king.
And we'll say, "Gee,
I didn't see that coming,"
although we will.
But a lack of Merlins
And swords in stones
Leaves us kingless
And without a hero.
No one to rise up,
Nameless,
Take the sword,
Make us proud,
Find the Grail,
Heal the land,
And be the leader we need.
Kingless, stoneless, swordless,
We wait for the word,
From the bottom-most state
To send up another non-king,
Swordless,
To not make us proud,
Not find the Grail,
Not heal the land.
Just kill four years
So we can dream again.
Tuesday, November 7, 2000, 03:46 p.m.
Today I voted for the first time. It was pretty cool to play my role in democracy. Even if my role in democracy is "ineffectual radical and scapegoat for the Democrats," which seems to be the case. A Gore-supporting friend actually said to me today, "You're gonna make us lose!" That's such bullshit.
Two party politics piss me off. If Gore wants liberal votes, he should try being a real liberal. This whole, "You have to vote for me because I'm better than that other guy" thing is pathetic. If people don't stopping buying into the two-party trap, there's never going to be any good choices. Did you know that in the early days of our country, the very idea of political parties was commonly considered unconstitutional? Nowadays people just take it for granted that there are two parties, there have always been two parties, and there will always be two parties.
Well I refuse to buy into it. I voted for Nader, and if Bush wins, I'll still be proud of my choice. I would get a "Don't Blame Me, I Voted Nader" bumper sticker, except that was obnoxious when the Republicans did it.
Frankly, I'm no more scared of a Bush presidency than a Gore presidency. Contrary to Democrat propaganda, Bush is not a part of the religious right. He's an Episcopalian. Sure, he's conservative in many ways, but so's Gore. And no one in the Bush administration is interested in censorship, which is more than can be said for Tipper Gore and Joe Lieberman. So there.
[steps down off soapbox and exits]
Tuesday, November 7, 2000, 03:36 p.m.
Uncle June and Aunt Kiyoti
by Kristin Hersh
Lying all night, screaming in pain
Defending the cross in the Belfast rain
The billy saw me at the end of the street
So I lit up my torch and embraced him with heat
Town of Bing-tep in 340 AD
Threw me in quarry no way to get free
I called on hate to give me my life, and
He came on his black horse, obsidian knife
Happened one night, I was lying in bed
Eyes wide open, I could've been dead
Sky lady came with her eyes shining bright
And the bears and the billies and the bullies took flight
But I called them all back and the sky lady too
The bears, and the billies, and the bullies, me and you
We laid down our bombs and bows
And drank to their health on the Anatonian Plateau
From New Scotland to Calgary
The geese are high and so are we
We don't even need a map
We're way too fast for the highway trap
So hit the road and shine the light
I think we're gonna find a path tonight
Shooting star and the moon is bad
It's the best damn omen that we ever had
Tuesday, October 17, 2000, 12:53 a.m.
I must say, they look well cast to me.
Monday, October 9, 2000, 02:31 a.m.
I've kind of been getting into this whole Holy Grail thing I've been studying. Interesting thing I discovered- Chretien de Troyes' Perceval corresponds more or less perfectly with the proegression of the suit of cups in the Tarot. That's what I'm writing my first paper on, which is due on Wednesday.
Y'know, it's interesting how so many people of my generation identify their musical tastes with the phrase "everything except rap and country" while my own tastes have been simultaneously moving toward rap and country lately. Right now I have Emmylou Harris and the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy on my Winamp playlist.
Oh yeah, and...
Monday, October 9, 2000, 02:24 a.m.
Deeper Well
(Dave Ohey/Daniel Lanois/Emmylou Harris)
The sun burned hot, it burned my eyes
Burned so hot I thought I'd died
Thought I'd died and gone to hell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
I went to the river but the river was dry
I fell to my knees an I looked to the sky
I looked to the sky and the spring rain fell
I saw the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
I was ready for love I was ready for the money
Ready for the blood and ready for the honey
Ready for the winnin', ready for the bell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
I found some love and I found some money
Found that blood would drip from the honey
Found I had a thirst that I could not quell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well I did it for kicks and I did it for faith
I did it for lust and I did it for hate
I did it for need and I did it for love
Addiction stayed on tight like a glove
So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
And the three of us were a terrible sight
Nipple to the bottle to the gun to the cell
To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
I shook those walls and I rattled that gage
I took my trouble down a deadend trail
Reachin' out a hand for a holier grail
Hey there mama did you carry that load
Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
'Bout the rebel yell 'bout the one that fell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
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