if you still check livejournal and you are on my friends list, respond to this message.  just taking a head count so i can know if ANYONE still checks these things.  cuz if not, i could probably save myself trouble by not really posting here and instead focusing on my EVEN BETTER new blog ( Read more... )

In my campaign of self-inquiry i am attempting to find my opinions and to refine them as much as possible.  i'm house cleaning.  Whatever cannot hold up to intense scrutiny is relegated to the back-burner. one of my most treasured attitudes is the attitude that Certainty in it's most absolute form is a dangerous pratfall.  one must always be open ( Read more... )

"Only humans can be inhuman."

~ Revenge of the Nerds (1984)

Since when is it enviable, glorious or even human, in the philosophical sense, to be a Soldier*? A human being amounts to more than a complex succession of proteins and electric signals, i.e., a human being is not just a capable body; being a human being means having a conscious and ( Read more... )

      what a nightmare it is to realize more and more, day after day, that those in whom you must by ugly circumstance entrust the preservation and betterment of the world community, aren't up to the job. it's frightening. even in a democracy, one still feels in no small way disenfranchised and pushed aside by the lager processes at work. the ( Read more... )

i'm quite the cheap date these days, i must say.  maybe one glass of cab sauvignon down the hatch and i can't feel my toes.  so... disembodied...everything feels possible.  i like floating in a warm, hazy blood-and-amber colored bubble.  like the pope mobile with more swing.  reading a lot of good stuff.  i'd go into it but it would be like jerking ( Read more... )

i keep asking for decaf, but my pleas appear to fall on deaf ears.  must be some campaign on the part of Starfucked to nuetralize and phase out Undesirables.  something i said, maybe my dress; all i know is i sit down to read and thirty-three pages later realize i'm hardly reading at all but just moving my eyes across the pages at warp speed, ( Read more... )

Music is never just music. jeez.  Rock and roll would be worthless if it were really just rock and roll. Thats why they amended it by adding 'sex' and 'drugs' first, just to make sure everyone got the order correct. Rock and roll to me is one large, ugly, hard to swallow package that encompasses the entire motive, the arc and thrust of a mode ( Read more... )

sitting here in The Dimly Lit Room, enjoying cheap wine.  hot damn, wine is truly good.  it really goes a long way towards shedding the taboo of self-medication.  i don't drink much these days because it just doesn't feel all that good, but sitting back here with a good book, a good article and a brian eno record hot to trot on the backburner, i ( Read more... )

i'm pretty.  tipsy.   but more pretty than tipsy.  in fact, strike tipsy from the record and let's just say that i am a test case of nascent intoxication.  tipsy sounds kinda girly or something.  eww.  basically, with one more drink i would be drunk, ok?

a cook at the bar just bought me drinks so that he and i could talk about the ramones.  i took ( Read more... )

bad brains. brian eno. pharoah sanders' karma. burning sage. blue nag champa. 1983 bob dylan.  the instrumental intro to that burning spear show i saw at bumbershoot.  these are a few of my favorite things.

happy new year, everyone.