I temporarily gave up smoking earlier this week, ostensibly to save my voice in preparation for the concert on saturday. that's pure bullshit though, i sing fine after a cigarette; it's really just a symbolic thing, show that i can, quasi-ascetic even. Real bummer. It's not (at least I don't think) as much a physical need for nicotine as like a ( Read more... )

I received a spam email with a link reading "Get fantastic body and fuck everybody. All that is possible with Anatrim."
OK, standard weight loss pill, old hat stuff.
It also had filler text, which was kind of wonderful and I decided to post it.
In my note-book I find this entry: July 1. -- In the hospital yesterday, a word of thirteen syllables ( Read more... )

listening to steve reich, music for eighteen musicians, and simultaneously burning a cd thereof. the music is very xylophone (strictly speaking, marimba) heavy, as in there's like five or six of the things playing as many notes as they possibly can as fast as they possibly can ( Read more... )

Hanging out with a couple I know.
She gets a call from her sister, who left five minutes ago.
Raises eyebrows.
Makes amused sounds.
"John, apparently my sister thinks you're cute."
Coincidence? I thought she was cute too.

Pretty cute, actually. Didn't really notice her looking at me, nor did she notice me, I would hope.

Passively thoughts of pleasure run ( Read more... )

stayed up all night at mom's house putting together the CHC seminar project. got home. predictably, fell asleep. i woke up to a clock reading 12:17; the seminar is at noon. good thing my clock is around twenty minutes fast ( Read more... )

I woke up, this morning, with a strange melody playing in my head (I think it came from a dream somehow). It was really strange. It was being played by like a trumpet section and a trombone section, maybe tubas too, a bunch of brass really, but oddly small for that, if you can imagine what "small" means. I guess the closest thing would be a melodic ( Read more... )

this apartment was already leaning claustrophobic.

then the mice started showing up at the witching hours.

I really want to like make a movie. Get a camera, shoot a bunch of little vignettes in the subway. Get some friend (feminine, preferably) to pose for the shots and stuff. It'll focus on like being in the back of the station and just like ( Read more... )

Sang a concert last night. Well, kind of more a recital. We were one of three ticket acts, so it wasn't exactly like singing a concert, more like singing part of a program. We were third. First was a trio singing the Messiah, with the most horrible organist I've ever heard playing; second was an organ soloist, age eleven, whom I enjoyed, though he ( Read more... )

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