a few weeks ago me and nik perry were in the liquor store getting swamp water supplies when he noticed that the nice indian ladies who work at this particular liquor store had drawn a beard and mustache on the babe calendar. we broed down a little about this compulsion, then as we were leaving, the lady said something in hindi to her mother, butme and nik both thought she was talking to us, and we both heard “good luck, archimedes!” and we both didn’t know how to respond, which is probably for the best.

the other day there was a guy at the grocery store going on and on in the meat section about how good the haddock was, to point of stopping people who were walking by and saying “you gotta try the haddock!”. i told him “you sound like my wife– it seems like every night she has a haddock!”. the guy said “huh.”. i’m sorry but this did happen, and i’m sorry.

karaoke was fun, i sang a few, including “fernando“, which was just out of my range so on the high notes i had to grab my throat and physically change the shape of my windpipe, which is something i read about akon doing.

the show last night was also fun, although for no reason i was totally out of it. as in, my brain and body were all weird. i liked all the bands, especially grass widow, and it was super great to see matt tobey tear on the guitar! and the house totally smelled “crusty”, which is cool.

kevin driscoll has a new screwed-down mixtape, it’s good, even though it’s named after a kind of fart: NIGHT WIND. george washington carver myers also has a screwed mix tape that just came out, but the source material is all dancehall, and when you screw down the huge bass drops already present in reggae they turn into a sound like a cable is a little loose, or something is improperly grounded. my screw tape is coming out next week, dead serious, cd + download, another “new trend” release.

here’s the flyer for tomorrow’s B*X+Q. nik perry made it (the flyer):

not trying to spook or beg, but HBML got a nice letter from the bank’s lawyers the other day saying they (the bank) now own the property, which is the story of the year (not in this case specifically but a million times around the country). anyway they’re holding a foreclosure auction this thursday at 11, if anyone of you fresh lords want a building you might want to check it out, and if you’re really interested i can show you around my section of the space before then.

i’ve sent out to various lists the question “what happens to me?”, and got a wide array of seemingly knowledgeable answers. my distillation is this: my lease transfers to the new owner, who can evict me but must do so through the courts, or could offer “cash for keys”. sso, i could be reading this wrong, but it seems not too too bad, and not super-imminent bad, but definitely “up in the air”. all advice welcome.

also, these past two months have been really awesome, and things are going really great.

by my records,

this is post # 2000. here’s a quick rundown of the next 2000 posts:

and remember:

Fujichia: success and viscosity!

this is pretty epic: warhol draws a penis on the moon. or i should say “warhol draws a penis, knowing full well that his drawing will be shipped to the moon and remain there effectively forever”. pictured above, the chip which was glommed onto the leg of a lunar module left behind by apollo 12 astronauts. other artists featured on the “moon museum” include robert rauschenberg, david novros, forrest “frosty” myers, claes oldenburg, and john chamberlain.

today anna told me “you use the word ‘rules’ alot.”. i told her “everything rules.” and i stand by that statement. everything is governed by everything else. no other way.

i’m applying for another grant and it’s driving me batty. of course it’s the last minute! what other time would it be? this grant is orders of magnitude larger than the previous one (which i didn’t get, but which was not pocket change) and is project based, and as far as projects, i only ever think $300 big. my mode is going to be “pay my rent while i ‘work on’ [x]” which people really say with a straight face to other people, who then say “OK”. i know, i know, but come on. but also, i know.

tomorrow is a silk screen day at the store. bring a dark-colored garment and $5, and we will silk screen a drawing of an angler fish onto it and then where the bioluminescent lure is, a real, glowing LED that you cannot remove or turn off. this is from 2 to 5PM.

the dirt pals are going to be in a (the) hugge feminist art retrospective at PS1 next month, because someone over there thought they were a “performance troupe”. my theory is that this is a direct result of their yearly fancy-dress christmas photo-cards. anyway the DP invited me to contribute to their program (which is to say, to the book they are making in concert with the performance). i am PSYCHED. i’m supposed to be playing a show with ghost mice the night of the big performance, i think i’m going to ANKLE IT. because it’s 2008 and i’m STACKING IT UP.

today was february 29th, which i built up to be monumental in my brain but nothing came of it especially. i guess psychologically it’s not like the repeated or lost hour of daylight savings, it’s just like, oh, also, this. i went on a walk, i bought batteries, i wrote this in my notebook: MARE GINS NERVE, INFRA ELLE ATOM, BEATDOWN LEADS, CADRE ADAGE, GIRTHS CLUNG, STAR EYE KEENER, GLIB SCANS, STAYS ON ARIA, UNSAID INSECURE, URIEL OILTANKERS, PETER IV SYNAPSE, GAZETTE LARCENY, ALEXANDRA EUBIE, BORES IN ON KRONA, SKIP OUT ON EBON, CREE LEAPYEAR.

i built the loft for my bed and got the drawing desk and things are finally working themselves into place. you’ll notice i didn’t say f-lling into place, because i’m famously superstitious and a little worried about my construction skills. the loft is a full 6 feet in the air, leaving a good three feet between bed and ceiling. right now i’m playing that great late night game of obsessing over the dumbest shit, in this case, the location of a box of power bars and other foodstuffs from the old apartment. their whereabouts are unknown (although i have my suspicions) and all this unhaving makes me super want them, and everything else that was in the box in the closet that a very limited number of people had access to. uh, this isn’t allegory, i’m actually talking about food that you digest in your stomach. come on, anyone could tell you i don’t eat enough or regularly enough. uh, sstill not allegory. ok, this is it, i’ve finally gone actually, classically crazy.

on an unrelated note, hey western mass, can i live with you next summer? i will play anytime at any venue for no money and put out 40 cdrs. then we can all move to europe and be appreciated!

for previous pages see the category “comics“.

today during the day i didn’t really do a lot or get a lot done, so when andrea asked everyone at the table this evening what was the best thing that happened i didn’t really have an answer. in retrospect the best thing up to that point was reading this in a book, and copying it into the little notebook i always have:

the white chrysanthemum
even when lifted to the eye
remains immaculate

of course it’s bashõ, quoted in the article “haiku and the democracy of poetry as a popular art”, which is the only part i intend to read of “sources of japanese tradition vol 2″, which doesn’t even have pictures, but looks like it does, which is why i picked it up in the first place. i’m feeling no shame about not making headway on any one of a vast horde of half-started projects. let’s face facts– the best thing to come out of a system based on guilt is the exorcist movie, and the exorcist 3.

i’ve been reading a lot about the musical communication systems of neanderthals. i’ve been listening to tapes at night and then the tape stops and i listen to crickets in the field. i gave myself a haircut but i kept the top long, partly so i’d have more to cut later. there’s been a decent hubbub over renewed interest in the simulation argument, which addresses the theory that our reality is someone else’s computer program; it’s funny in that it doesn’t really “change the game”, but it does introduce a good and interesting argument for a creator, one whose interests are possibly deducible, one whose goals are a sort of entertainment and curiosity, possibly “hands-off”, possibly “cold messin’”, one whose reward criteria (if rewards even exist) is quite possibly interestingness rather than goodness. also “turtles all the way down“– i love shit like that.

in the evening me and sylvan and sarah and penny purtle walked to the seben eleben for sodas and candy bars and ended up hanging out on the curb watching tons of water pour out of a huge hole in the street for a very long time. we were all waiting for the street to buckle and a huge truck to fall in, but this did not happen. when we all really had to go to the bathroom, that’s when we left.

oh, sylvan, i still owe you a dinner. i really want that dinner to be cereal, and not because i’m a cheapskate, although i am a cheapskate.

for previous page see the category “comics“.

ok, the internet is back at my house, which like i said is really more a mental health issue than a tech issue at this point. so let’s look at things (regarding HBML) a little calmer and less rushed and less harried and more together and more community and less like draining and more like exercise. also the past few days i’ve had a lot of fun at the store goofing off and hanging out and meeting people and even getting some work done on projects, all pointing to the rational idea that i can both have the store and “go big” in other arenas at the same time and the two things indeed work together. right now if things stay their courses it looks like we’ll have enough money at the store for me to take a month off mid august - mid september, so i can travel around a little and stretch and grow and hopefully make some personal money to pay back debts accrued and purchase semi-necessary tools. then i’ll get back, kids will be back in schools, we’ll work on our publicity, see what happens. and i think i can even organize a hilarious skeleton crew to person the store while i’m away, at least part of the time anyway. also me and mel are moving to a cheaper place (near kelley square we hope) that will take some of the large strain of producing “getting by” money a little easier. OK, everyone? OK me of four days ago? OK the me that quits everything beautiful?

also, this is not me waffling, this is me in the process of thinking and living. not trying to be a drama monarch, everyone, sorry to pierce the veil.

special archie content repost for nick curtin.
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the internet at the house has been down and with it more than i’d like of my brain’s power to process and store information. plus i missed the deadline for the new issue of “late era clash” which i was supposed to email out tuesday morning. also i didn’t go to maine on goonies vacation like i said i was going to, but that’s not the cable company’s fault, that’s just me being a weirdo.

i’m totally giving up the store. does anyone want it? you can have the store with everything in it, or i can clear out and you can take over the space for your own stupid business (it’s a mere $300 a month).

cool breeze is visiting from portland for a week, which is so awesome that it’s ok that it’s hot and humid outside with really thick air that you can only fight.

seriously, does anyone want to use this storefront? $300 a month is no joke.

fujichia mp3 reissue
Noodles Inc. - Antizoodespotation EP
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