EDIT: My journal is perma-locked & stuff but I love e-friends so feel free to ask me out. uh

The most important way in which dreamlife is different from, uh, waking life is the way time can be so easily stretched and condensed. If I wake up with 5 minutes before my clock, I can quickly return to the state where that 5 minutes is seemingly infinite. Occasionally, though, in that eerie fog between sleeping & waking, I try to chronomance some ( Read more... )

I guess I'll sort of retreat for a while. Too many accidents.

I have organized my set for the Anarchist Bookfair dance party, a solid hour of bumping and groovy minimal house (or something like that). I'm excited. Drinking coffee. Thinking.

I'm coming home very soon. So soon that I should be sleeping. And yet I'm addicted to the internet ( Read more... )

I'm at the Syrup Room, this illegal venue in an industrial section of Brooklyn. First I'm one of the only people there - bands haven't shown up, just the people running the bar & sound system. A few people slowly show up and it seems like it will be a quiet night. The first anonymous, amateur act plays (with a little passion and some beats/effects ( Read more... )

Got home from a cockatil party/jazz show. Good tunes, the trumpet player told the story of Billy Strayhorn writing "a-train" about directions Duke Ellington gave him to find the studio in Harlem. Shared a J with this old dude who knew the 1955 lineup of the Brooklyn Dodgers by heart. Weird times for sure.

Sometimes everything is suddenly annoying. I won't I won't (not quite -help!_) I'm eating some bean soup and it's mushy. Found out about some "non-elitist, all ages" indie shows to which maybe I'll wander over. Danc ( Read more... )

Feeling strangely lonely. Hung out with Mel & Todd tonight, got kicked out of what would have been a sweet show due to my sudden underaged-ness. Wishing that I could log onto msn despite that it is surface and irritating. Ate at this vegan restaurant called Zen Palate which I enjoyed quite a bit. I ate a lot of noodle soup ( Read more... )

I just looked at the browser's history which appears when you click that little arrow, and someone on this computer has been looking at milfhunter.com -- (P.S. that is)