it’s come down to this. the color’s come back in my cheeks so i go out for
a movie. (bijou theatre under the galleria opened tonight- $6.00 ($4.50
student rate) arthouse circuit beer real food + free popcorn = don’t go
and i’ll kill you). holmes sees me and first thing- “your hair looks
good.”. incidentally we saw hard day’s night and jesus christ what a
picture.

so obviously i’ve been rereading lang’s compendium of culinary nonsense
and trivia. best line is due to william safire, relating an anecdote in
the introduction (as is the fashion): “‘all right, give me a few
tomatoes’, george lang said, in his
grace-kelley-is-coming-and-we-can’t-afford-to-act-like-a-pack-of-nerds
voice.”.

beth tub told me to watch out for the creeping depression while the body
is low. sage advice, but all i do now is sleep late, play the banjo, watch
marx brothers movies and work on silly drum
tracks^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hmusic of ideas. that’s right, parson-
i’m the guy what’s been taking the D out of IDM. anyway my point is that
given the absense of narcotics and the separation between [church/me] and
[state/my friends] (you know, /social/ narcotics), i’m as positively giddy
as i possibly could be. and finally i find a way to scam free copies of
the very pricey and somewhat silly music-of-ideas-magazine the
wire! joseph, i am indebted. as i am to all my friends. indeed, to wax
poetic; it is such a recipe that results in the get-well cupcake: the
well-wishing of friends and well-wishers- this is the pink icing. the
vitamins valuable and somewhat expensive ($30+ per bottle)- these are the
rainbow jimmies. and the z-factor of a sound and active mind, this is the
sooty green-haired youth that brings these cupcakes to my
door. incidentally, thanks lisa lisa for the cupcakes.

a hungarian aristocrat living in vienna once bought a down-and-out theatre
which for some time remained down-and-out. in an effort to revive it he
added jugglers and tumblers, and an indian fellow who was quite adept at
sharpshooting with the blowgun. when this failed to bring in the crowds,
the aristocrat had his chef concoct a pastry they could hand out for to
enjoy during the show. the chef made a chocolate bun with whipped cream on
top, mimicking the indian and his turban, and this was the first time in
the history of pastry making of using whipped cream as a part of the
desert, paving the way for twinkies, hohos and devil dogs.
less an art and more a science, but significantly more impressive- instant
tapioca pudding. i am consistantly amazed.

cheers to my mom for getting the momus album on her way to home depot. now
let us never speak of it again.

i’ve been making the most of my sick time by practicing the banjo, and the
drums. hey- i know that certain record hounds who read this and live in
worcester and know where my house is will most likely be going to newbury
comics sometime this week. do me a big favor- pick up the new href="http://www.demon.co.uk/momus">momus album “folktronic” and drop
it off. the money’s good and my house is almost on the way back to
clarku. call here first, but come on, be a pal.

i’m really looking forward to getting all better and pretending to be
delerious, and shaking people vigourously, demanding to know who they’re
working for. also i’m looking forward to not having this hot yogurt taste
in my mouth constantly. but mostly the interrogating thing.

don’t expect much of me for a little while. doctor says i got the mono so
it’s nothing but rest and calories and fluids for me. but go see the
terribles and atom and his package at mass art this friday, and fiesel at
the flywheel this monday. fiesel just recorded with kurt “converge” ballou
at his studio and word on the street is this new album is going to be a
bomb. a young bomb, a fast bomb, a scientific bomb.

if you’re like me, you could use more kevin driscoll (goonies the band) in
your life- www.crashingjets.nu
. i wish all the people who had .nu web diaries actually lived in href="http://www.odci.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/ne.html">niue. not
because i want to get rid of them, no no. i just think it would be a fun
island. the get-up kids would play there every night.

the good news is that dorian (real name) from the coffee kingdom makes
fantasy music, and his conception of fantasy music mirrors mine in many
ways (unicorns, barbarians, dragons &tc.). the bad news is there’s no
lyrics- it’s all intrumental. wuss! oh yeah, it must be said- good news-
dorian’s giving me his instrumental synth fantasies on minidisk. score.

first things first- this year’s belated birthday cassette from href="http://www.crummy.com">leonardr arrived last friday and it is a
doozy (to say the least). my question remains: why do i bother? why do i
write songs? why do i try to do anything? ldr is seemingly effortless in
his composition and exectution, while i try and try and for what? it
should be said that i enjoy the tape immensely. at the same time, i feel
like the tape is little more than a thinly-veiled attack on yours
truly. aw, you’re the best leonard.

i’ve come to the unfortunate and semi-obvious conclusion that it is my
fumey basement studio that is making me sick. boo to basements, to dryers,
to faulty furnaces. get your copy of the new terribles album at the show
this friday at mass art with atom and his package. scant rides to botson
will be available with mike “purtle” leslie on that fine day so you have
no excuse.

dan wars is making a movie and wants me and greg greg to play private
investigators. finally i can repay him for when i skipped out on his
guerrilla puppet show. i love dan wars because he and his pack of
wolf-children are in a constant state of catlike readiness for the (let’s
face facts) inevitable fight against the robots.

no, there was no snow day today. also, does anyone know of a house for
rent in worcester for a brace of semi-rowdies?

jeers to the weather for starting to snow too late. cheers to my sister
for becoming a high school english teacher and (like me) having a job in
which one gets snow days. cheers to greg
greg for answering life questions and cheers to me for hunkering down
and finally finishing the terribles album cozy in my newly-insulated
studio. cheers to the terribles for getting a show with atom and his
package at mass art on the 26th. jeers to atom for making fun of the
un-make-fun-able quan yin last time he was in town. cheers to life, cheers
to death, jeers to the undead in myriad forms.

with the purchase and ingestion of expensive multivitamins comes the
fabled multivitamin hi-liter pee. playing the drums is more difficult than
i had anticipated, and has forced me to realize that i am not highly
skilled or practiced at anything i do. oftentimes i make this a source of
pride, which is most likely a bad move. possibly a fatal flaw. new
terribles album is almost done and it roxx. so hahd.