me and number one went down to the laundromat today. now, i go to the laundromat a fair amount, to heat-set screen-printed t-shirts in their big hot machines. but today was the first time i washed my clothes there. and you can imagine how bummed i was that, though i remembered my sketchbook and my other book (which today happened to be the i ching) i forgot the action figures i was going to put in the front load machine with my clothes to watch them spin around and battle. but it worked out, as number one found the capsule toy machine, and we each got these cute little alien figures, kept them in their capsules, and put them in the wash to play “wash riders”. number one’s capsule busted open and mine stayed intact, so i won the quarter back (the little guys cost a quarter). wash riders are go!

huh, it just only now dawned on me, “[x] little martians, all dressed in green, tried to get to heaven in the washing machine”.

i added the new Jacob’s Software cassette to the catalog and put up a website for it, and i even switched out the mp3. abel likes it, but i knew he would. incidentally me and abel are having a show this sunday (at 6:30). i think i’m going to try and do a laptop set, to counteract the fact that abel is doing some acoustic black mountain college “wait until the noise ends before making another noise” group tuned percussion sesh w/beards, blonde children, sunsets, sparse dissonance disguised as harmony, and microbrewed beer. all of which i’m looking forward to. oh shit, i’m sorry elsa but it looks like i’m double booked– can’t go to maine this weekend. i’d call if it wasn’t 1 am. anyway about the show it’s going to be my “tape release” and abel’s “cd release” so seriously man, no bad vibes.

other shows i forgot to mention: thursday may 6th in NYC at siberia bar with unsacred hearts, professor murder, man in grey, and 424 sound monster (downhill battle benefit). this is going to be me inserted into a straight rock show in a town i feel hostile towards. june 2nd i was just asked to play what i can only assume would be an electronic set (or “live PA”) at a “party” at the WAG. FYI, “party” means “electronic dance show”. it could be really good but i have to work on my machines. my friend josh played the last party there and it seemed pretty ok– one of the guys from zero times infinity was there. the genre of josh’s music, according to the flyer, is “psytech”. i asked the guy if there’s a sort of electronic music made currently that is “psychedelic garage”. he said he didn’t know. which is to say, i emailed him earlier this evening and he hasn’t replied yet. june 11th i’m playing with they might be giants, black flag, fIREHOSE, and lio, in an awesome dream of mike leslie’s.

oh, and this friday alex curtin’s band “cause co-motion” is playing at kara’s house near clark. i’m not playing but i’ll be there most likely.

you know what’s in bad taste? links that open new windows. so now you know.

the providence zinefest was fun, although a bunch of zine folks apparently signed up and did not attend. otherwise, decent turnout, i sold a mess of the new zines i made (found a job 3, and toxic erotic 1 & 2, now available on the catalog), i did some caricatures and sold some shirts, but most importantly, i hung out with peter “orphan maker” sibley, jason “too hype” skonetchny, and mike “the new rollins” taylor. now it’s 10:35 and excepting a nap in the car on the way home and twenty minutes in the morning listening to queen, i haven’t slept since friday at 9:30 am. what’s that, pillow? you have something you want to tell me? but you have to whisper? ok, hold on…

i was at the computer labs all day trying to finish up a zine for tomorrow, but then when i went to print on the special printer, the lab had just closed. so now i’m late-nite biking back and forth to the convenience store to hilariously underreport xeroxes! woop woop!

incidentally i stopped at the comic book store to redeem more of those coupons, and get more vision / scarlet witch comics. i thought it would make me feel better and it did. what can i say? i like also-ran superhumans!

events to recap are two in number, and both occured at the wag. we proceded chronologically:

event the first was friday’s show, which was pretty ok (i sang and played guitar). it started with two poets of the performance variety, you know, neither my idiom nor my cup of tea, but some people were laughing and having a good time (i told myself i’d start listing things i hate soon, and i will do, but later, and popular poetry will be on there but no time for that that rot right now). i was the bridge between the poets and the bands proper, so while the poets were reading in the little lounge area, i was setting up in the cavernous main space. accustomed as i am to intimate living rooms and basements, i must say, the room at the wag is uncomfortably large for music shows. after some experimentation, i ended up turning around and facing the wall, with the fifteen or so people who wanted to hear me play sitting at the wall not six feet away, and an assortment of uninterested parties milling about talking and carrying on behind my back in the rest of the empty space. i thought it was nice, but also i think matt hallas was right about how i need to master the art of microphone crooning. frank trippi’s band safari attack played after me and they were awesome- frank played drums and his friend alternated between playing effect pedals and a four track, fading things up and down. it could have been bad but it was really great. frank trippi, i salute you. there was a band after safari attack, but i missed them, i’m a little embarrassed to say, to go see the second part of kill bill, which i found, as a whole, excellent.

event the second was today’s craftsfair, which i dare say went spledidly. jenine didn’t sell too many beads, and was kind of bummed out, but i did ok selling my hilarious garbage, and my mom sold some smaller quilts, but more importantly, i think we all just had a nice day hanging out talking to people. i’ve done a couple area crafts fairs now, and there are a small handfull of people who i’ve seen selling stuff at more than one of them, and it should come as no surprise but i really like having trade talk. also, my mom made brownies, which she insisted we give away, and dog my cats if there’s a better friend maker than brownies. my mom puts raisins in the brownies and you wouldn’t think it’d be that good, but i maintain it is. “even people who don’t like raisins like them in these brownies!” says my mom, so kelley parsons (who hates raisins something ferocious and thinks my mom is actually an actress i hired to play my mom), take that as you may. rob newton was there and i finally got his “monkey bismuth” novelty cd (which i have yet to listen to but am anticipating). i also i traded for a really cool fuzzy spider pin, and i bought an awesome picture of john henry (the mythical character, not the cool breeze step-dad) from this kid that was there with his mom selling his drawings. i had fun. if anyone knows of other upcoming crafts fairs or bazaars, give me a holler, i’m game.

sometimes i’ll come up with a good idea, or remember a good idea i had and forgot, then immediately forget it. then the frantic search for the idea, trying to recreate lost threads– looking at things i was looking about when i thought about it and standing the way i was standing. it is in this fashion that, at a quarter to four, thinking about a blood orange, and a rooster, and sitting on my makeshift office chair, i remember that i wanted to try and learn as many digits of pi as i could, and try and get little andrew to do the same, and any disputes we have while living together we can settle by recitation.

oh, even better would be 4, 5, and 6 digit primes, so we could be like those autistic twins that had some innate ability to discover rather large primes.

incidentally and perhaps no one believes me but i’m no longer feeling sick.

i’m sick– weak and woozy. rumblings in the tummy have almost subsided and with no hasty exits but i’m still sick. yesterday i watched movies, today i’m reading magazines. and silk screening. so that’s what’s up.

melissa number one went to the carnival days ago and brought me back cotton candy, the kind in a bag. i let it sit on my desk for a while, fascinated that the mouse in my room will not touch it (though it did eat abel’s crayons). the important thing here is that now the cotton candy (already kleenex-blue) has reached the consistancy of a used tissue that has gone through the wash.

i added more weird stuff to the catalog, namely these pins: (picture of pins long since lost) in the words of matt carroll lazy genius, “i got two words for you: hot. glue.”.

i just got an email from the guy setting up friday’s show at the wag– i guess corrina bain isn’t going to be there. but there is going to be a lot of poetry– “Dina Varsalone (poetic recitation), Lea Deschenes (slam poetry), Craig Semon (political monologue, poetry), Safari Attack (hip-hop-ish-ness, progressive), the flood (noise rock, experimental?),
Stylist (sound poetry), Jacob Berendes (sometimes a sort of protest rock, but really, who knows).”. sunday i’m returning to the wag (“dogging the wag” as i said yesterday at dinner to no response) for the ant crafts fair, with my mom and jenine. everyone in worcester should stop by sunday. oh, and please email me if you’re planning on going to friday’s show, we’ll make it fun.

saturday’s soda day was the most pukingest ever. we played this relay race where we ran, drank a cup of soda, twirled five times around with our foreheads on the ends of baseball bats (and the other end on the ground), then raced back. hannah threw up, kelley threw up, rich threw up near the end but it was all soda and it went back into the cup then unknowingly i drank it. then we all layed ont he grass for a while, then we watched “the stuff”, which is a really good horror movie about candy. oh, and this morning when we went to the kelley square flea market to get 5 for a dollar candy bars the guy recognized me and said “that time of the month again, huh?”. i’m thinking about calling off next soda day. at the end i’m always in a bad mood from all the sugar, and then i have to clean up a lot.