so we're sitting here in funky seven, which has turned into a mystery cave and thank god i have my computer, because we have music and fuck the power just came back on. i was kinda enjoying that and we'd have been able to go home in an hour.

is not capitalism but something more well-rounded than that; Real Lives and socioeconomic philosophies are not often neatly conciliable. i apologize to each and every one of you among the thousands of invisible friends who read this for not having been in touch. i work a lot now. that is, just short of seventy hours a week. i treasure the ( Read more... )

from the BBC:


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and it was long overdue. mark van tine's long career as shifty extraordinaire and his claim to the corner's most humorous speech impediment have met their sorry ends, because he was trying his best not to get caught (not maliciously, i don't think, but it would have fucked me over) and its complicated and sordid but anyhow, that's the dillio. ( Read more... )

despite everybody trying to make me feel sorry for myself for having to work on thanksgiving, i've no complaints about this past week (stained with a membranous tinge of surrealism, also known as magic, whose colors are periwinkle and tangerine.) i got a new job working at milano espresso & gelato seven-eighths of the way down main street, you ( Read more... )

the best right-place-at-the-right-time ever. so i go jobhunting yesterday, stop in milano for double espresso per usual, make conversation, mention my modus operandi for the day, oh, how do you feel about making espresso? fifteen minutes later i'm to report at eight the next day. sweet, so that's where i'm headed now. i haven't been up this early ( Read more... )

cla'ence carter! cla'ence carter! aaaaaaawwww shit cla'ence carter!

I WANT A BOYFRIEND but nobody will do and anyhow, i'm too thorny to actually interact on a tender level with other humans. this predicament makes me feel like morrissey, which is lame.

sux being one of the moodier muhfuckas on the east coast

PLAN 9/HIGHER GROUNDS, CHARCOALVILLE ( Read more... )

my friend andrew is spinning a show saturday night at satellite ballroom. dancing really fucking hard: de rigueur.

FOUR ON THE FLOOR
'I don't give a f*ck dancing returns to Charlottesville'
funky music will punish you if you don't dance
featuring von Hof and DJ Gavin Holland

SATURDAY November 12
Doors at 10. $5. 21+ or convincing fake.

Another chameleon's change: I'm growing tired of crazies, growing tired of seediness, and time's nearly up (as circumstances prevail) for Sketchy Seven Ryan. I've had three (count'em) satisfying conversations today about art and classical things, with Mina and Demetria, and Macchi Bell. Had Jackson Pollock explained to me. Demetria wants to name ( Read more... )