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fat worm or error / shell shag / what cheer / opposites day

y’all fucked or what? friday the may 29th at 7:07 at the firehouse in worcester. it’s a benefit for stone soup community center, which caught on fire in a
very real way. the bands are:

FAT WORM OF ERROR (western mass mortgage holders)
SHELL SHAG (brooklyn siblings)
WHAT CHEER [(DC) YOUTH] BRIGADE (PVD BVD BLVD featuring SWV)
OPPOSITES DAY (from worcester– these mothers are crazy!)

i know– i might as well have said EMERSON LAKE & PALMER, CROSBY
STILLS NASH & YOUNG, THE 1992 AMERICAN OLYMPIC BASKETBALL TEAM, and
THE CAST OF CANNONBALL RUN– that is the level of starpower here.

the show WILL start at 7:07 BECAUSE 50% of one of the bands (opposites
day) have to go to bed before midnight, and their mothers will know
because their mothers are the other 50% of the band. 2 sons, 2 moms!
this band has been described as “your band if your mom was as cool as
you are now”, but also, “tiny tim singing for black sabbath”.

this is a fun[d]raiser, so please bring money if you can. personally i
am paying $1000 to see this show, but that’s just me. $5 is, i think,
reasonable, but on the other hand, 1981’s $7 is $16.38 in 2009. more
info on stone soup at http://www.stonesoupworcester.org/

mixtape dance zone immediately following the bands. YIKES!






come with me if you want to

north ham towne is nice and my vacation thus far, which is to say reading comic books and watching z movies and pinballing around, has been splendid and not without its lessons. two days ago i was a little going crazy from too much idleness, and chomping at the bit to get to providence and start setting up my room and my arrangements. but then that night and the next a feeling of clarity and resolve and actual useful ideas and even some song items (which i don’t need to tell you have been in severe drought). so the chief lesson is in for a penny, in for a pound, or in the words of the poet, If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

yesterday i made a good sport of pinballin’– putting myself out in the world and bouncing around from situation to situation. at the bookstore i saw ben hersey and had nice conversations and ideas as is natural around such charitable and engaging sorts. usually when i write about someone on the website i write not their real name, because it’s stressfull to be a searchable index for people’s bosses to be like “who do they give the free sodas to” with. ben hersey is an exception i’ll make because his name is so rich in plausible aspects of his person and character as a poet and writer (from comical to horrible), that i can’t decide! ben hearse-y, ben heresy, ben horsey, ben hershey, ben hear-see, ben hear-say, ben RC, ben whore seed, ben horror scene, ben hair sheen, ben hur z.

me and the cat went to see the new terminator movie, terminator salvation, which was curious for being the third consecutive movie (after wolverine and the new star trek) we had seen together (in the theatre) featuring Characters You Known But Before The Time You Met Them (aka muppet babies). we both agreed that TS was “a failure”. the first two had cool characters whose traits were revealed in tense “i’m being hunted” situations. this was just a messy futurescape where the good guy and the chaotic good guy looked too similar for a shakey battle scene to be even operable. problem the first: we already have a fairly interesting and playable construct for post-singularity consciousness vs remaining humanity warfare, in the form of battlestar galactica. in the earthbound setting of TS, watching robots trying to eradicate humanity is frustratingly clumsy. if skynet really wanted to squash the bugs, why not just flood the earth in a poison they (skynet) can’t even breathe? problem the second: the future was frustratingly mechanical– fire and gears and shit. this is great in the first two, when it’s essentially a metaphor, and provided in scary five-second flash-forward nitemare sequences, but as an actual view of the future? i mean, aren’t we already on the cusp of having computers design our autonomous weaponized motorbikes, and don’t they already look way more far out IRL? finally, problem the third: time travel movies often offer up convoluted attitudes towards determinism and quantum blahblahblah, and at their best, probe these gaps in reasoning in compelling open ended ways. this is how the first two roll– not cohesive but thought provoking. terminator salvation is just a muddy puddle that unfortunately can be resolved, but only in a way that corrupts the hero’s manic heroism with a secret and driving and world-creating cowardice. hmm. actually maybe i liked it.

the most valuable lesson of these recent origin / preamble movies is, it can be more fun to want to know an answer than to actually learn what that answer is. nonetheless, i will always pick knowing over not knowing. in this way movies of this sort will remain profitable but get only worse. huh!






who got the package and what is the package?

yesterday ¢a$hman let me borrow all 6 issues of his old zine CLOWN FANTASY, which is soo tiiite- cereal and horror reviews w/ fucked up collages. i’m doing lots of walking around and visiting people at work, and making plans to food, but i think the main thing i’m doing out here in northampton is jaywalking, which seriously no one else does.

at first i had these ideas of finishing off a project or something while i’m here, now i’m embracing idleness, lounging around media mansion reading excellent comics and such. got the camera charger but it doesn’t work– a $6 gamble that would’ve been really nice if it’d paid off. sure is lots to look at out here…






a beans in a can situation

safely in northampton and sleeping in the basement and falling into a good routine. i even ordered a battery charger for the camera so we should see some snaps in a few days. last night double feature wolverine star trek and, embarrassingly, i didn’t sneak into the second movie, i came out and bought another ticket. well, the place was crawling with staff. which is to say, there was a staff influction.






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my best story from last night, being a condensed version of a story dave lefrieri (sp?) told me over the course of an hour and a half:

the first season of “the wire”. the second season of “the wire”. the first three episodes of the third season of “the wire”.

the show last night was 20 minutes long, in total. if there was a winner, i think it was tom bubul, whose stories were really good and funny and nice and true-sounding, and whose rushed delivery served the stories well. unfortunately i learned that his name is pronounced like “bubble”, and NOT, as i had previously thought, like “booble”. i’m gong to try and forget this fact.

going back to worcester somehow tomorrow and then to western mass in the afternoon. look for me in the dollar store, where i’ll be buying socks, which i forgot to pack, and finishing some comics, which i have right here with me.






THE TOP 6 CRAZY STUFF OF ART

one of my favorite blogs, fort rochambeau, the blog for the after school program andrew oe and jay z used to work at, written entirely by kids (and previously mentioned), is down due to administrative error. i quickly google cached my favorite post / challenge: THE TOP 6 CRAZY STUFF OF ART

Here are the Top 6 crazy stuff of art: 1.Make a portrait of a piece of paper.

2.Make of art of nothing at all.

3.Make a mask out of human flesh.

4.Draw the color white with a black pencil.

5.build a statue out of eye balls.

6.Draw a cartoon, with no cartoon.






grinch insurance

last night en route to the snack store we found $5 in the street, then at the place there were scratched-off scratch offs in the trash that i never even think to double check the math on but i guess sometimes pays off ($5). but then, on the way home, no joke, some complete stranger, saying nothing, punches me in the face! true story! i’m fine– it was a pop sound and flash of light and a ringing sound, and the arm of my glasses driving a superficial gouge in the ridge between my eye and temple, and everyone walked away with no further interaction. total “random acts of violence”. a few thoughts on various facets the matter:

• a bit of the cyrano debergerac, but come on– i’m six and a half feet tall, i weigh 150 pounds. i have glasses and i’m eating an ice cream. you might as well try and start a fight with a piece of paper.

• to some degree this was like the bear moonwalking through the basketball game- surreal enough to be invisible. i was walking with two friends, i saw this guy coming and moved to let him go through but he moved to intercept me. it was weird, but i kept rationalizing it up to just after it had happened, and even then, i just kept walking and, uh, eating my ice cream. i was in a car accident with my dad one time– we bumped into a car that was backing out of a driveway, and i saw it coming and thought “we’re going to hit that car if we don’t stop” and then “yeah, we’re definitely going to hit that car”, and then WHAM and then it jumped from “something that’s too crazy to happen” to “something that just happened”. this kind of reality management makes sense but still, so weird.

• i didn’t want to get retribution or anything, but it’s true that like begets like. i mean, the knowledge that punching someone in the face for no reason is an option (however poor) opens up a flood of dramatic acts i personally could do at any point.

• more than anything else, the feeling is “this is where i’ve decided to live?”. weird sesh.



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i’m in providence now, steady goofin with maralie.com, and hanging out in the grad student lounge in my grad student drag. in the manner than EGLs carry parasols, i’m even carrying a coffee cup. oddly, there’s no coffee machine here? i guess in college you just do adderol.


tomorrow’s this show, and i’ve been working some stuff out but boy, 10 seconds is not a long time! shit’s going to be TERSE. but i have some strategies– it’s a good challenge for me. after the show i’m trying to get to western mass, so any provos reading that want to take a scenic drive, bark at me.

moved the rest of my stuff from worcester to the jenine’s parents packrat warehouse scenario, so a load is certainly lifted there. living light and in an open hand method for the next few weeks. i didn’t even bring a book to read, knowing that i’d be always surrounded by things to look at. hoop! can’t write right now, i gotta go to rent a center! wait, that’s funny right?






map of tiny screws

as per LA’s advice, i took the computer apart and put it back together and it worked– loose connection somewhere. listening to the mountain goats for pretty much the first time and it’s destroying me.






his hair was perfect

moving into the late night last night. big up revs for storing most of a branch library, to jenine and her folks for offering up a clutch storage jawn in central falls, and most especially to matt zacherle, whose unflaggable “always there in a pinch” attitude is a godsend / godhave / godbe. today is dealing with if not moving the last of it (the stereo, the bedding, the precious art collection, the extreme miscellany, and all but a touring amount of clothes). the laptop’s out of whack (i think (hope) because of a slightly wrong off-brand power cord), and i even packed away the blessed cord for the blessed camera… my free trials ran out on the speech recognition telephone blogging apps… i’ll try to report in when i can but it looks like maybe we’re at radio silence for a bit. dip!






10 second story contest

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walker arranged this ten second story event where 10 storytellers alternate telling 10 stories that are 10 seconds long, it’s this saturday, the 9th, at 9pm, at building 16, in providence. despite this being brought up to me constantly, i’m in such flux that i pretty much forgot that this is happening and in fact made plans to be elsewhere– hours in an opposite direction. if there wasn’t a flyer, i’d probably try to back out of it… but there is a flyer, and i’m on it (although my name is spelled wrong).

yesterday i was at my mom’s house cleaning up stuff i have stored there (pulling stuff for a yard sale that right now it seems i won’t be able to make it to). it’s stressful to have stopped doing something because it was stressful but the interim period between stressful and less stressful is extremely stressful.






maybe parting will help

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the show last night was good, but like, too pretty! looping clean guitars, looping cello and bowed metal, looping oscillators… work death brought the rumble drone, and actual emotion which is always valuable and dignified and hot (versus cool). but i really could’ve used a harsh sesh like a scouring pad. everyone was building building building on a phrase sampler and echo just makes everything seem really far away to me… for personal reasons i really would’ve liked for something to happen and then you just have that one time to listen to it– it doesn’t keep bumping into everything else going on. in short, i really could’ve gotten into a tiger in the room. but no complaints, it was a good show, these are just my thoughts on tangential subjects, or saying that ice cream isn’t collard greens. really really really trying to not stress out about moving, but in truth there is a lot of stuff i need to do right now / very soon, before i can actually relax.

scully, ben walker, and eric YF are taking over 420 pleasant for a currently-unnamed skate / record shop that i will blissfully have nothing to do with. ha! weird leaving feelings are fucking with my ability to wish them the best of luck! uh, how are things in glocca morra yet?






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