when the essence of science is blind faith in observed experience.

Watched a show called "Clean house," where Neicy Nash goes to someone's house, makes them sell all their favorite things in a high-priced Beverly-Hills yardsale, and then fills their house with generic fancy crap from a catalog, which they totally love and thank her for. Last night's episode featured the lovely Ms. Nash belittling a twelve-year ( Read more... )

So, reading my old entires, I realized they're so obscure that I myself don't always get what's going on. That's messed up.

It's winter, and I'm falling apart, like you do when it's winter.

and everything that's ever gone wrong is wrong right now.

And I watch myself not fix it.

www.dcist.com

Quit my job. Because it sucked. Studying poetry. Waiting for something.

if I wrote out what happenned in my life, I couldn't write confusing songs about it. So, whatever. Also, because I think everybody knows I love them, and that's the important part.

I dreamed I was the new guitar player for OKGO. They loved me, even though I kept trying to sing along, and I coudn't remember the first half of any line, and my voice kept going all high and all low. When I woke up, "Don't Ask Me" was almost over on I-tunes, and then "Get Over It" started. Apparently it had just played most of the album in ( Read more... )

This guy stood us up this weekend for the master bedroom, which I had just finished moving out of. At least our other new roommate moved in on time. If anybody wants to move to DC, this is seriously your chance.

I do believe we actually have a full house now. I can relax, and study, and get a job, and have a life, and not worry every day about who is coming to check out the place. Thank FUCK.

supporting of mine and EZR victims and destroying of ( Read more... )