my favorite thing to say right now is “it changes the pH”. i put coconut milk in my coffee. is it good? “it changes the pH, makes it smooth”. eating a clementine and a piece of chocolate? “the chocolate changes the pH of the clementine, makes it easier to digest”. salt on a boiled egg- is it healthy for you? “it changes the pH- makes it saltier”. this would also work in non-food items– cutting the neckhole wide changes the pH of a motley crue t-shirt. guitar solo changes the pH of an anthemic ballbuster.

yesterday, even though i’ve been not drinking a lot of soda on purpose, i went to houlihan’s, the fancy ketchup and too-much-flavor-in-everything nice people in my demographic and tattooed waitresses ristorante, and drank soda at the bar. pretty tite– the soda is delicious on tap from a mildly local supplier (not coke or pepsi), and a buddyamine (ok, it was glasses brigade, who is now a chef there, and medically hairless, aka genetically predisposed to chefhood (also he doesn’t wear glasses anymore)) picked up the tab, which anyway was like whatever. i always bemoan that eating out is too expensive, but really, to sit somewhere drinking a soda and nice people talk to you, or maybe you split french fries with someone or a side of asparagus, i mean, this is “duh”, but the benefits are splendid, subtle, and manifold.

two days ago my (actual, newspaper) horoscope told me to not worry about proper nutrition, and eat pizza. being as propoer nutrition is my number one (stupidest) stumbling block right now, i found this advice curious. but then then walking home from snowflake’s apt, a church van pulls up like “are you hungry? do you want some pizza?”. well, i had to, right?

true story.

last night was the gallery opening and it went ok and i had a good time. george was there and said some pretty nice things bless his heart, and also delivered unto me a great present from josh TC, an honest-to-god x-ray of a fart (from the cat’s own stomach)! it did look a little as i had pictured it.

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note the spelling, which is wrong, and typical. i’m drawing the drawings for the show right now (typical- due tomorrow morning), and they’re coming out really really bad. best option right now is putting them in the show and not going to the opening.

ok, it’s been a bit, and it’s always a little awkward getting back on track, but ultimately writing is what keeps me sane and moving, so LFG.

didn’t get to the show (my own show) in worcester the other night– travel troubles but more importantly health problems, as i let myself get run into the ground a little on not eating enough again, and couldn’t think straight. so to reiterate the first rule: the kid’s gotta eat. sorry joanne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i’m back up to spec, and i went to the storage locker and got my vitamins and my green powders, and my learning books, and i set up my record player, and i’m drinking water, i’m wearing shorts even, and i’m checking my mail; we’re ship-shape.

lots of birthdays lately– mel had one at kathy’s, leonardr and CF turned 30, chris cayenne turned 23 for the fourth time (joke), and even Your Humble Narrator turns XXX on the 16th (trinity day). pre-emptive presents to myself from myself include a bellhop bell, another bell, and the BLLLEEEEAAAUUURRRRGGHHHH! A MUSIC WAR! 7″, which, like the talking heads 7″ where john goodman sings, is a record i always look for in used stores. now the only thing left on my list is the marcel marceau live 12″. and if i find that, then what? i only look at new releases? B!AMW! was pricey for a 7″ ($20!) but the sweetheart at the record place gave me a “you’re too psyched on this record to flip it on ebay, which is what we price things so high to avoid” discount! THEN as if my day wasn’t already “on fire”, i saw my favorite living painter, paul laffoley, in the coffee shop! i wasn’t sure if it was him, so, knowing he has a prosthetic leg, i watched to see if that leg would tap on the ground like the other one, and it never did, so i went up and introduced myself. i don’t think he gets recognized in the street a lot, so he was pretty psyched, though admittedly, not as much as me.

it’s madeline week in worcester– tuesday is madeline ffitch’s Missoula Oblagata theatre troupe, thursday it’s madeline (different person, no last name), plus the ginger envelope, joel thibodeau (of death vessel), and me and joanne, at the go go. joanne and i play pretty much first, at 8pm.

also: comic sans!

also also: “madeleine” is an object persistence layer in the Ruby programming language. funny stuff guys…

hey, worcester/providence– the missoula oblangata is on tour again with a new performance called “the 50 greatest ladies and gentlemen”. tonight (thursday) it’s in worcester at the firehouse, at 9pm sharp, $6.

providence, the show is on tuesday july 7th, at as220, for $6.

strictly whole wheat b!

i used to put buttery spread and nutritional yeast and sometimes garlic or garlic salt. now i cut heavy corners and: chop up a whole head of garlic and put in a small tub in the fridge with: (a fair amount of) nutritional yeast, (lots of) ground-up flax seeds, (some) salt, (enough) oil (kind of a lot of oil really but that’s all butter is anyway). keep it in the fridge and dip into it all week. cheaper, better!

my other good breakfast style is that i hard-boil eggs by the whole half dozen in advance and put them back in the fridge, peel them as i’m making my coffee (aka heating the water for the french press), and put the shells… in the coffee pot! with the grinds for a less bitter brew you know! run to the post office and back (pretty much right next door) and the coffee’s done, and i’m doing my mail (and email) with coffee and toast in the kitchen. i’m trying to get into different physical (and temporal) locations for different types of work, especially w/r/t email and rss reader, both which i’m trying not to check 100,000 times (each) a day, but regularly keep up with and clear out. right now i’m in “the office”, which is different from the bathroom, which i also refer to as “the office”. uh, gotta keep moving, can’t just talk about toast all day…