well, i’m getting ready to spend two weeks in brooklyn new york city america. starting in a couple days i’ll be cat-sitting it up for sarah sodajerk while she jet sets to paris for dubious purposes. i’ve never especially liked the city of new york and i’m viewing this endevour as a sort of desert-island scenario. the apartment gets good light, i plan on sitting around and working on a comic book i started a month ago, to be called “vitamin wolf”. also sarah said she’d prepare and store meals for me to eat, which i sincerely hope was not simply talk, as i’ve eaten food she prepared and i promise you it tasted quite good in my mouth. alternately i could do what penny leslie’s grandfather did when he resurfaced the white house pool in the jfk sixties- arrive with one extra shirt and a suitcase full of sandwiches. in any event i’m looking forward to it– i feel like sarah and i could be likened to peas cut from neighboring pods, though worked into stridently dissimilar dishes for restaurants on different continents, served to people of similar constitutions. she’s letting me use her unlimited metropass and her night-and-weekends phone. inhabiting her well-lit apartment (and selectively, items from her wardrobe) i anticipate as a hilarious but not complete displacement.

right now near death is at work at the mall kiosk and i’m her helping out with dubbing the new heart 2 heart cassette, in anticipation of their tour next week. the tape is a split with leslie keffer, and due to time constraints, and the fact that it’s my cassette deck doing the copying, i’ve only been able to listen to the tape on hi-speed dub, which is quite enjoyable.

fujichia: drinking everything from milk to gin

come see me play with jeff “15″ ott at regeneration records in allston tonight! it’s at 8pm, not 9pm as previously advertised! please come! please bring me vegan food!

first things first– if you’re not in love with life already, you could do with a dose of sid laverents and his amazing movie multiple sidosis (quicktime, 15 megs). seriously, this will set you up nice. dan trashcan, tell kpars, she’s been looking for this movie for years.

the past couple of days have been what? drawing in my book, reading the wu tang guide (recommended) and helping out with sugary cereal and pats on the back. it’s summer out but i’m doing it study-style you might say– funny world and thinking hard in a closet. oh, and to add to the month of weird recognition from regular world, let’s hear it for leonardr getting his book about python published!

i fell behind again and know have to short-shrift a couple awesome days. saturday was technically my birthday, and little andrew and ML made me a moxie cake (in which the milk the recipe called for was replaced with moxie and it was delicious). the whole day was consumed by this as220 “20fest”. my house ran a kareoke booth which wasn’t actually kareoke– empty mountain, action dan, and lazy magnet cooked up four instrumental tracks in advance, and people one or two at a time picked topics out of a hat and made up songs on the spot about them, which we recorded. the people were in a booth where they couldn’t see the crowd, but the sound was broadcast out through amps, and everyone was dancing along. it totally ruled, and i’ll have the songs up for internet listening by the end of the week. the next day, sunday, was really the day i want to think of when i think of my 26th birthday- me and jj bucks and megadeth and bigfoot paul went to the mall, got some free soda pops, picked up nova diamond at her kiosk, got some family pictures taken, tried on goth clothes at hot topic, and found my new cd in the record store (under “miscellaneous b”, which is my hip hop name). i know “hanging out at the mall all day” sounds relly dumb, but sometimes dumb works– it was totally fun, silly, and stupid, and totally free (given the discount given to bold youth). that night we ate some cheesy louisey and then jim drain came over and took us swimming at the perfect night swimming spot that was so foggy on a grey night that the water seamlessly turned into the sky. oh, it was a great birthday, even if it was a day late. i’m in worcester now, finishing cleaning up my old room, which ml duly moved totally into without painting over the dumb lists and inspirational messages i wrote on the walls (like “flash flood” and “the 20th century” and “answer letters right when you get them” and “kill everyone right now!”). god bless that boy. hey mittens, clear out a spot for my comic books somewhere will you, i got a full longbox of mostly nuggets coming back.

oh, and mom, because you were asking, here’s pictures of some of jim’s knit pieces.

oh, i almost forgot- today i spoke with a reporter from READER’S DIGEST who is going to include me and my stuffed animals in an article on “weird america” in the october issue if you can believe it. wh-wh-wh-wha?

oh yeah, i’m playing a show at regeneration records in allston ma on the 24th, with jeff ott from crimpshrine. jeff ott will be playing music as well as showing a movie and having a question and answer period. hopefully i will have a movie as well, and everywhere i go is a damn question and answer period.

woke up late but not for no reason. it’s summer raining now, at 3:05 pm with the sun shining, i’m going to go out walking to get soda because i deserve both (a walk in the rain and a soda). plus my room is so hot. me and nose dive sewed up some special 40oz cozies that look like little babies, for the aforementioned “20 fest”. stop by the tent tomorrow outside as220 here in providence and check it out. also kareoke booth, and belgian waffles. there’s stuff all day on empire st, i think we’ll be there in the evening time, say 7:00.

big walkin’, big talkin’, brewin’ up a regular storm here. this saturday there’s a big fair (you might even say it’s a festival) on empire street for as220’s 20th birthday. a million bands are playing and there will be activity booths and food and other garbage. my new house is representing a tent with a kareoke booth and tchotchkies to sell. be sure and stop by, maybe when i get punched in the face you’ll be there to catch me. dumpstered bread with olives in it and peanut butter on it, that’s my breakfast. lunch is anyone’s guess.

the standard middle finger has pretty much always meant what you think it means, but the “british working man’s salute”, the backhand peace sign popular with UK82ers and for that matter anyone from any british isle or with any pretention to be so, is more nebulous. someone told me this beaut and let’s roll with it: during a war in the days before guns, captured enemy archers would have their first two fingers cut off, rendering them unable to fire. the gesture in question came about as a way to taunt those so butchered, and also to let someone who pisses you off know that you have everything you need to tamp their flame for serious and it isn’t even much at all. please no one check to see if this is true (please).

today i walked on more errands and still didn’t get those damn little hooks! but i did, polina, get the lightbulbs and the dumplings. but i forgot the phonecard. but i drew while listening to a whole record and am on track to read more of my book tonight. and if you’re like me and my buddy mittens, and you’re concerned about progressive dumbening, you’ll do what we do before bed- recite to yourself everything you did that day backwards all the way back to waking up, including strong emotional responses to things but not dwelling on or judging anything. this frees the noodle from using up valuable dream time to sort through the regular bullshit, and to start kicking down vivid dreams that you remember and are probably awesome. resulting in dream magic and, like i need to say it, quickening.

just because it doesn’t hurt to ask… does anyone have an airport card for a semi-old macintosh ibook g3? i don’t have one, i could really use one, i don’t think i want to spend the money to buy one right now, and i imagine i won’t have the money to buy one in the near future. but i would make you something nice in exchange, and i could kick down some money… emailzzzz

today i did more walkabout, trying to visit people at work, but some people, you weren’t there, and psibs, i don’t know where your office is. i thought i had the right building and my idea of finding you was to pretend i was really mad (?) and storm around interrogating people until i got pointed to the right door, but then i realized that it wasn’t that building after all and furthermore the door wouldn’t open. i saw mel’s coworker nick at the borders cafe and he gave me by request a mr pibb xtra, but the biggest disappointment of the day was seeing with my not-so-good eyes some open-shirted inebriate stubbling towards me in the street only to find upon closer inspection that he was wearing a nude-colored t-shirt and actually just had the sun in his eyes for a second. oh, sorry, that’s ambiguous- the borders-related disappointment wasn’t nick, it was mr pibb extra– mr pibb is like a syruppier dr pepper, right?, and i was unable to tell what more was extra. does anyone prefer mr pibb to dr pepper or is it an agreed-upon but neccessary inferior? anyway i finally got home, then made some i-couldn’t-have-known-style faux pas, then polina came by and i helped her eat sushi at yvette’s birthday party. hey you know what? i completed everything on my today’s to-do list! and the only extant item from yesterday is “little hooks” which isn’t a big deal at all!

had a dream last night that jbruce and i were getting hassled by jason the flash (who played a cop in the dream) for open containers (tall boys of narraganset, to be specific). jer and i defused the situation by pretending to brush imaginary crud off the back of jason’s perfectly clean and well-fitting white t-shirt, and in so doing became buddy buddy to the point where jason was showing us cool new tattoos, including a mind blowing tattoo of a five-string acoustic bass guitar with a heart-shaped f-hole. upon awaking i went to draw the tattoo in my sketchbook, but i wasn’t really awake, i only woke up from one dream into another, and my sketchbook (which i only started a month ago) was chockablock with cool drawings and nothing particularly out of character.

moving went fine and penny i’ll be back to get the rest of the stuff when li’l dice arrives, hopefully with her mom’s truck. i’m most sorry about leaving dirty dishes in the room, but you gotta figure that something bad was going to happen, so it might as well have been that. there are more fireworks in the credenza you can have, and cigars to smoke around maako to drive him bananas. also there’s an envelope of liberty head nickels near the dirty dishes that tim panther is coming for (but he doesn’t know what it is, only that it’s a present). you can make him wash the dishes before you give it to him or tell him what it is and tell him i said so. also give him a bottle rocket or a roman candle but only one so he can’t possibly share it. now that there’s no toddlers around you can return the scrabble letters to the scrabble box and cross out the mean stuff i wrote. but make your time because next week i’m coming for that ma’.

last night the terribles played okie st with empty mountain’s band “flaws” (which is also ryan and gus) and it was great. today i’m setting up my new room just so, then hopefully going on a walk to find soda.

when you’re living with other people and sharing food, the key to having delicious items that don’t get eaten up right away and you only get a little little bit is to cultivate a taste in weird, hostile, and even mildly disgusting items. like how chocolate chips go fast when you’re snacking on them watching cartoons with people and so do potato chips and spice drops and grapes but not if you mix them all together in the same bag (which we call “mixed bag”). the apex of something along these lines was last night when cschubs and maako cooked up some homebrew beer and spilled they own blood in it. wimps and posers leave the hall!

well, i wanted to be moving in to little triggers today, and eating empty mountain pizza, and seeing jessica rylan and work/death at okie st., but still after days of melancholy work packing up my room, still work to be done so nothin’ doin’. experiencing a pretty classic bummer, and wouldn’t you know it the rain came and no apparent letting up. and before you start finger pointing and declaring ironies, remember that i asked specifically for lightning.

today little andrew cut his hair, that sweetheart he was going to wait for me to leave but couldn’t take it another day. andrew’s hair is of the curly persuasion and gets way big when long, a delight to behold but a nightmare (or so he would have it seem) to live under. there was a brief period during the actual cut where he had a really good little richard-style wighat pompadour and we got pictures. other than that no real news. got a chocolate bar last night and it was unsatsfying and it made my tummy hurt. new mailing address will be posted when determined but until then the old address still works and in fact penny leslie’s taking over the box so letters addressed there will always for the forseeable future get to me, is that news? guestbook spam has turned from insulting to exuberant. tomorrow i’ll be new-homing it come god’s good grace or the other kind.