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)].