NPR today


China's one-child policy has indirectly led to this problem – spawning a generation of spoiled, but lonely, only children.

thank god I'm from a dirty town.

These guys played last night in Windsor...I really should have tried to put something together to see 'em.

these lyrics hurt my brain so badly.

there's an interview sorta about elfest with fruckus on you tube, it's well edited.

plumbers came to my apartment today, I heard them working on the neighbor's sink:

"That looks like the grand canyon, and I don't need to see that so often."

I don't know if you've been checking my blog lately, but I can't spell. or spellcheck. sigh. dave chappelle always said that michael jackson was still cool in spite of his self because he wrote thriller. today, I learned that actually a guy named rod temperton wrote it.

yep, exactly how I remembered it.

Kevin Barnes calling for phone sex and wanting to talk about...egypt?

(nope, just Kevin Barnes calling for phone sex and wanting to talk about egypt in a movie)

Do you guys think Petra Haden would go out with me?

Wow, the soundtrack to The Golden Compass sounds a little too Mars Attacks!

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9958278

sigh.

As Kevin Barnes says (sings):

I am a happy yellow bumble bee, I fly around the flowers and trees and all morning long, I flutter about in the swirling breeze and the sun is yellow like me.

I am a happy yellow bumble bee, everything's so much bigger than me but I'm not afraid, for if something gets too close, I give them a sting that makes them howl and scamper away...

No I'm not afaid, though sometimes I get lonely because my parents are dead and I can't find my brothers or sisters...

At night the sky looks so black and I can't find the sun. It doesn't matter how hard i try, but when i feel like I'm covered in darkness, and that light won't touch me anymore... I hear the cardinals singing and I know who they're singing for when I see the sun...

That makes me a happy yellow bumblebee, all my friends are beetles and centipedes and all summer long we laugh and we play, but we don't talk to spiders because they're mean and they try to trick us, because they want to eat us...but they'll never beat us...

Got a blister playing mario party today; it was well worth it because I won for the first time! I'm taking it as a sign that finals are going to go well tomorrow and the next day. Also my job interview tomorrow.

In my Peach voice: oh, did I win?

Ancestors, hear my plea: help me not to make a fool of me!

Wow, this is why I'm using the OED from now on:

From dictionary.com:

cede means to give over, surrender or relinquish to the physical control of another - while a seed is a small hard fruit or a mature fertilized plant ovule consisting of an embryo and its food source and having a protective coat.

Thanks a lot...

From Monday, June 27, 2005:

I went to East Tawas this weekend. It was sunny. There was water and suntans. And Sunburns. I wore my sunscreen--like a good kid--and was rewarded with pasty white instead of lobster red. And the jetskis were great too, but jumping off can be dangerous: be careful kids and land legs first. The best time during the trip was when the paddle boat I was on sank. My cellphone was a casualty, but my wallet survived. And now, I believe I might have bumblefoot--Derek certainly does.

Man, I love how he gives you the eye just before it's halfway done. I must learn this.

Once when I was very little, my cousin/babysitter gave me a toy. It was a small dye-cast tank and when I would hit a button, a piece would rotate and a guy would come out and be standing on the tank. I loved it so much! It amazed my little brain. I remember also becoming obsessed with the toilet flushing. I would flush the toilet-paper, flush the tissues, flush the soap--it was all magic to me. So I decided to combine my two greatest joys and I flushed my tank. I remember pressing the button right before I dropped it so the little guy would come out before it disappeared. It was beautiful, but I regretted it immediately. Oh tank dude, will you ever forgive me?

Now, I know how:

It's not the technology I love here, it's the 1984 (macintosh commercial) references turned upside-down by Kiss. I would get the Hilary Duff Brush.

Supposed to write poems tonight, amongst other longer term projects that need starting. Wednesday is the creative writing award thingy--I'm not feeling too lucky, but I know somebody that I know will win. In Anthropology class, we've been learning how ethnographers immerse themselves in other people's culture. Sometimes all it takes is some time and a gift to be recognised as a good person, sometimes it takes more. One of my profs, a cultural anthropologist, during his field reaserch in a small village on hudson bay, was making no progress because nobody would talk to him--until he helped them bring boats ashore during a storm, which is nice.

Anyway, does anyone remember the pop "Mr. Green" by Sobe? It tasted like Dr. Pepper and was in a green bottle, but what was the actual color of the liquid, inside!? The last post by the way is sarcastic and a little bitter about not getting into battle of the bands for reasons I don't really get.

We got into battle of bands, Rem-Oh-Dee-Uh. Come see us april 13th at the int. center.

I don't know about you guys, but from now on, I'm going to type foofle.com

This week, I had an insane paper and presentation due Thursday about Native-American Musicians. Tuesday and Wednesday, I was going insane so I almost didn't finish: Sponge Bob Square Pants

Heidi's got this on tape.

Even odder preview of the show:


Anybody? Showtime? Ah well. I'll have to start reaserch on TV looking or the show will have to leak. Midnight Nap.

Say, does anyone know a TV that shows Showtime (no limits!)! In a hotel lobby maybe? Let me know soon, for This American Life, the TV version, is premiering the 22nd.

fun brook so far. lots of visiting. relaxation!

The video in the last post is so good; though, it might only make sense to you if you've seen The Summerstick, a near full-length documentary they showed last year at the EL film contests in wells.

Even though the soundtrack is stolen and the movie was made by kids my age, this little film (The Summerstick too) is better than anything Jeff and Ivan have made at MSU. My tips for them:

1) You can waste your time making bad movies, but don't dupe your interns into working night and day for you on a piece of shit. I realize that any experience is valuable, but it's just depressing when the finished product is The Final Curtain...If it's going to be bad, make it ironically bad. Like SAM raimy's The Evil Dead.

2) I realize that Jeff and Ivan are, you know, veterans in the industry and everything, but they need to realize that you can't make a movie if there's nothing in a script but a chupacabra plot(?)line--with no sense of humor. (Who writes a horror script about the legendary goat-sucking creature without making a few self-reflexive jokes about the ridiculousness of it?)

3) They can't rely on shirtless MSU film professeurs to provide all the chills.

4) Finally, they should rely on their interns' slave-labor for more than just menial tasks like mic'ing and heavy lifting. Some talented kid is going to win the Creative Writing Awards in scriptwriting this year and it will be better than anything Jeffy B. and Ivan R. have put together without the help of their brothers. What about using a good script?

Oh, I also feel the summerstick-shaped void.

My top five postmodern movies;

1) The Never Ending Story
2) Adaptation
3) Blade Runner
4) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
5) The Princess Bride?

This clip reminds me of the time I was fighting a grendel-like monster in the middle of an earthquake and there was a knife-shaped rock and I was lucky there was.

Telex.



You may notice that the lead singer is relaxed. He had this really cool and humble idea that pop music always should be light, and always disposable.

I'm thinking of a number between 450 and 850, do you know what it is? It's my fucking credit score.

Cool performance. But also, this video makes me feel better about past trumpet fracks and anti-climactic saw solos. Play it Laura!

[good day today]

Happy Victory in Europe Day everyone!

For some F.ruckus and some of Matt's pontifications musings, go to this page and under WDET Program Archives, go to "Front Row Center" for the fourth of February (2007) episode--3/4 of the way through.

The vulgar thus through imitation err;
As oft the learned by being singular.
So much they scorn the crowd that if the throng
By chance go right they purposely go wrong[...]

--Alexander Pope talking about indie-chic, three centuries into the future.

Strange Weekend:

Friday. Confused me and the Justin Timberlake party.

Saturday. Great band practice (which is a better stress relief than 20 of those little squishies), dinner with my dad and ben, and then a poetry/frontier-ruckus folks party mixed with unexpected things (foosball) and people (Ali, Killer Miller, Sara K., Carolyn, etc.)--all chased with the apple juice of these thoughts: 1) "must write." 2) "must read."

Sunday. The Powwow of Love at the field house: it's a very fun, very warm, very friendly place. Nobody could come-with, but it was nice going alone nevertheless. Met people; watched dancers. Ate fry-bread; drank cola. Then, I helped Seth and Natalie make my delicious dinner--spicy lentil soup and bread.

That north duh. That north duh coda!
That north duhha! That north explode's ya!
--lyrics by Zach Nichols
[I'm an idiot].

I went to the J.-T. party last night and against all expectations, and despite Ben's (and others') great costumes it wasn't very fun. Atmosphere was lacking something; I as in a weird mood, and there was a creepy guy hitting on everyone--no, not JPamp--another guy. A quote from him: " what would I have to say to get you to give me a massage?" That with his incessant back-rubbing left most of us wondering who he knew at the party. I was relieved to find out he was more than 4 degrees of separation from me [Creepy-guy :: random people down and hallway and to the left :: ~disconnect~ :: Ben P. :: Me]. Though, somehow I can empathise with him. Lately and often, I've been making a fool of myself, dishearteningly.

Friends got cought underaging it this weekend. I am untouched because I left the party early to do HW. Also, cops are mean.

It's recently come to my attention that the photagrapher or, at least, the saver of the digital photographs for the big green thinks I'm cute.

http://www.thebiggreen.net/article.php?id=653

Take a look at the picture of me playing saw 3/4ths down and check the properties or save it to see what it's saved under:


[f. ruckus cute guy with a ha(t)].

I want to thank all my buds who came to see Fruckus last night; and also, all the buds that tried to go but couldn't make it.

For Stew:

3 lamprey cleaned, peeled, and cut into 1/2-inch pieces
2 carrots, peeled and diced into medium size chunks
1 yellow onion, diced into medium chunks
2 stalks celery, diced into medium chunks
2 cups hearty red wine
2 cups fortified veal stock
1 bay leaf
2 tbsp. olive oil
salt and pepper to taste


Heat oil in a medium-size, heavy-gauge stock pot. Add lamprey and vegetables, then sear until vegetables are tender. Add the wine and reduce liquid by two-thirds. Add veal stock and bay leaf, reduce heat and simmer for 2 to 3 hours. Season with salt and pepper and serve on a bed of mashed potatoes as prepared below.

-Science News Online, "Food for Thought," August 10, 1996.

Ben and I just noticed that Little Pete's band The BlowHoles has a sitar-guitar player. I wonder if they borrowed it from Polaris.

It makes me want to put a buzzing bridge on my old Fender Squire.

I saw some folks from breathe owl breathe tonight and it was pretty. Aside from going there I learned how to One Man Jam which is not masturbating, it's more like playing paino and guitar and drums and rapping at the same time. Also, I saw other people and they were good. "It's later than you think."

My classes are all great so far, but aiming to be challenging. Poetry with Wakoski--Art History of China with Jing--Contemporary American-Indian Culture--and the Literature of the 18th Century with Arch. I think the two English classes will be the most time consuming, but the other two classes require almost as many readings. There are nine people in my Anthro class, the American-Indian class, so there's a lot of participation required: presentations, reaserch papers, and event reports (I plan on attending the East Lansing Pow-Wow of Love). I learned in my Lit class already that thomas jefferson never wrote his name with capitol T's or J's. It's undemocratic! That T and that J looming over the rest of the letters in his name so much like monarchs. in fact he wasn't for capitolizing the initial letters of sentences--same reason. also, I'm learning a lot about Neolithic Chinese culture from their pottery. the folks from the ancient city of Bopan made cool fish designs on their bowls, which may have doubled as urn caps. yep. in poetry, we're going to find our muses. and read our best poems tomorrow, which is scary. I know folks with five and a half classes, but I think all these intense classes are going to cut into my rowk time.

My theremin is alive and working and I can play all sorts of things on it, but it still needs some work. I'll get a picture up eventually and maybe a recording.

Over break I bought the new zelda game and I beat it today and was happy.

I found a tape recorder that had been lost for 6 months when I was home. Look forward to sound tapes friends...with theremin on them.

I read a really great short story over break, amongst other things. It's called 'after I was thrown in the river and before I drowned,' or similar, by Dave Eggers.

I had some F.ruckus things, which were great and La Remodea played with a drummer, Sandi's little bro, Ryan who could fit in nicely with us.