kickball/frisbee never got off the ground last night, but at least book club represented. book club is my bike gang. we ride around giving people the finger when they front on transportation. we’re still working on our offensive maneuvers (though people downwind may find this hard to believe).

new choice vocab- one poor-form skateboarding prank consists of telling naive skaters they shouldn’t ride with the board “unfocused”, offering to “focus” it, then stomping on it, breaking the board in two pieces or fatally tacoing it. thus- to focus: to maliciously destroy- to stomp on. from cool breeze.

beth tubb just told me that they’re going to add flouride to the water
here in worcester. i know some readers of this page (named href="http://www.nindy.com/jacob/pics/a397.html">nick and
holmes) are
sceptical about whether flouride is really bad for you so i
found a nice site on the
subject. bt reports that there will be a 90 day period to collect
signitures to block it so i’lll keep you posted. how’s that for resposible journalism?

anyone who wants to see amores perros at the bijou today at 2:30 (or maybe 5:30) better email me quick or call me at work (before 1pm). my work number is my old home number plus 555580.

friday night i [crashed your party] went to see the amazing (no longer royal) crowns at ralph’s (a bar). sucked. ralph’s is a bar and the show was 8 hard-earned $s. the amazing crowns applauded the audience for “not doing any of that warped tour moshing”, then proceeded to say how they had “gone through punk and arrived at good music”. apparently “good music” is the kind without any social or political meaning other than “the 50s were cool / drinking is fun”. or, that’s what happens when pop-punk turns 28. my final dig- crass tattoo vs. stray cats tattoo. what saved the evening was cruising (and when i say cruising i mean biking) around with cool breeze before the show, on a childhood tour through old neighborhoods. “this is where my bike got stolen, this is where i got this scar…”.

saturday i went to bob jordan’s awesome yard sale and made some choice record acquisitions- ornette coleman, sun ra, jandek (bless you, bob, for not letting me pay money for this), getz/gilberto, and the ultra-hyper-mega-choice esg
first album. esg is amazing- 4 sisters (and their friend tito) play
crazy sparse proto-house funk with no wave connections. it’s elucidating
in its simplicities. they shared a stage with the clash and grandmaster
flash and half their album was produced by the new order producer. so- cred enough for you? buy me the greatest hits album for my birthday (july 16)?

last week’s news

ug. i’m working on the arduous task of overhauling the photobook, which
will hopefully make it easier to write stuff in and upload hott
pixxx. greg greg would like me to note that the new album i mentioned
isn’t actually by him (?) it’s a tape his cousin (?) made. i’ve seen
pictures of his
cousin and believe me, there is a profound genetic
commonality. the album will nonetheless be released on fujichia (i got
greg to get the go-ahead) under the name “jethro amphibian”.

i’d really like to hear people’s thoughts on the prime directive.

me and little andrew saw north by northwest at the bijou yesterday, and
afterwards we got hoodwinked into blowing five dollars and assorted change
on cookies and tea. after days of eating trash, (and free bijou
popcorn) we became rather accustomed to getting things gratis. so
when propositioned slyly by the pretty counter girl, naturally we
suspected a hook-up was afoot. lo and behold, out the bill. i’m not
complaining- no way. the ginsburg quote (true!) scribbled in biro on the
back [of the bill] was the delicious & delirious rose of icing on a
very slightly moldy cake (which followed a charming meal). rose=poem,
cake=bill, mold=confusion, charming meal=charming snack.
here is my point-
it was drizzly outside yesterday and it has been all week; i had the
perfect cold drizzly day. i rode the bus, i wrote some letters, i read, i
saw a hitchcock movie, i drank tea and ate an admittedly awesome
cookie[bar], i was passed a note, there was intrigue and mystery (not
from the presence of the bill (i must stress) but from the afore-mentioned
note on its
hindside), i even
went back to my mom’s house, looked through old scraps of
paper and she made me an omelette. i am not plagued by nostalgia -i still
feel crummy sometimes- but i could cry for living so beautifully.

oh yeah, the master tape for greg greg’s new power country megalomania minialbum arrived. all i can say is- holy cow, what a piece of work is man.

New Dehli beats its mortal terror of monkey man. this associated press article lists the indirect death toll of the monkey man at 3 (two were trampled fleeing buildings, one jumped off a roof) but neglects to mention the direct results. some witnesses report that it can disappear by pressing its chest. more true indian monkey lore.

i am off to a good start.

friday and saturday i moved across the city and it is sweet. i’m living
with 9 other people in a big farmhouse (i live in the barn). there’s a
treehouse and a swamp and a hammock in the garden, no hot water, and we
fly a black flag. my room is big and i climb up a ladder to go to
bed.

saturday night we had an unofficial book club rally and stormed a
href="http://www.fujichia.com/games.html#clark">clark alumni event for
some free food and jerk-watching. sunday me, href="http://www.fujichia.com/games.html#thehandles">little andrew, and
secretly jess trashpicked through the clark dorms and jeepers h
creepers what a holy haul. predominantly, we got booze and candy. a ton of
it. begging the question: who throws this stuff away? monday i called in
a much-deserved sick and me and little andrew had the first ever href="http://www.fujichia.com/essays/010521.html">dumpsgiving.

1). i am unable to substatiate my
mother’s
claims that, in keeping with his last will and testament, walter matthau’s
ashes were sprinkled on jack lemmon’s carpet.

2). while it’s difficult for me to remember names, dates,
simple directions, days of the week and multiplication tables
(specifically 8×6, 8×7, and 9×6), i am eagle-eyed and iron-trap-like when
it comes to certain types of arcane minutia. so naturally i noticed when
mcdonald’s got a new guy to play ronald mcdonald and today i learn the
reason why. the old guy href="http://adbusters.org/magazine/34/recanters.html">suddenly had a
change of heart and became a strict vegan. rock and roll with the
self-control! oh yeah, seriously, don’t judge me by this retention- i
watch less than an hour of tv a week.

timbro sends me a great article on bird songs. i think about bird songs a lot- how do they know what to sing? i guess it’s nature vs. nurture again. IDEA: the article makes mention of how “the woodlark’s mind-numbingly complex song… changes its tune according to the rules of classical sonata form.”. SO: teach said bird a riff (be it’s mother or influence it gentically). it will expound upon it. teach two birds two different riffs and breed them. IN A DIFFERENT VEIN: take existing bird songs, slow them down and transcribe them for guitar & bass. organize riff-rock songs using harmonizing neighboring specieses. dan, jesse, jerry- bird song cds are available from the worcester public library.

currently i’m working on three birdsong-related “easy noise” (not ambient) pieces. the barn i’m moving into this weekend has two live-in love birds (for real). i’ll have to pay close attention.

monday me and handsome matt cold rocked it from href="http://www.fujichia.com/games.html#emelias">emelia’s to
charlie’s
surplus (green street). en route, some dude in an alley next to
weintraub’s deli tossed us toasted almond ice cream bars (fully wrapped
and sealed, to my inspecting eye). noting matt’s skateboard, the alley guy said “hey, man- extreme sports! take a breather!” so we did. upon finding charlie’s closed, we walked to the park on quinsigamond ave., where we waited for the crazy drugs that were invariably on the ice cream to kick in. somehow we were both immune to its effects, so we played softball instead (with hobos and homos). i hit an inside-the-park home run, thanks to three defensive errors.

yesterday i curbed the urge to go emelia’s again, and my new favorite woman at the bank called me “ha-kohb” in a very real way.

everyone knows and loves mike leslie, bass player for the terribles. but how many know www.michaelleslie.com? and as for www.jacobberendes.com- i have no idea.