Spoilage - Duane Michals - Love

I'm kind of tired of the summer. Well summer was going to be exciting until I started working on Sundays and closing a couple nights out of the week in Campbell where white people take me seriously only half the time. I know I should stay at home and read... I know I should paint/ draw more... but then I feel like going cheap shopping. oh but then i gave up my car for a month, so I should be biking and I wish to have sushi or a beer... but then no one's around and no one cares for any bar and bullshit cheap shit.

But ChrisT did visit last week and that was a blast, especially with blonderedhead I've also been seeing a lot of a hot couple (Julia and Marc) and that has been fun too.
But... yea still.

I get it. I'm sick of San Jose.

Whats up with the lack o' Harry Callahan on the web. A photobook of his came in the campbell store. I want it. $50 divided by employee discount% = ? still no.


Merriweather Post Pavilion - Animal Coll
Sucks Blood -Ohsees
There's No Home - Jana Hunter
Seven Guitars with a Cloud of Milk- Gable
Robert Johnson Complete Recordings
Expensive Shit & Roforofo Fight - FelaKuti

Behind...

Current State of Living

I think i shouldn't have taken 3 of the core classes on my first semester back in school. One is the writing supplement course, second is the create a database course, third is a management course.

oh well . I'll see you guys in 5 months.

edit02/18/09

I somehow was able to finish Delillo's White Noise, which is a PostModern classic (my library manual said so!) about a Professor who teaches classes about Hitler, has been married 3 times with a handful of children, and has the ongoing fear of death which he suffers with Babbette his current wife. She cheats on him for a drug called Dylar, which is advanced in biopsychology by ridding the brain of the fear caused by death, but proves to be ineffective. The book it really entertaining... the details about suburbia and consumerism is a mockery of how absurd the american lifestyle can be. In chaotic situations, the character and his family come off nonchalant and somewhat emotionless.

Pretty cool... but I got scolded by Pav for being behind of my work because I'm reading my own books and not school books. Boo hoo.

'School' started a couple days ago.. well more like one class.. modules have been easy so far. ho hum. I wonder if I'm taking things too lightly at the moment. For one task, we were supposed to post in our personal blogs for other students to see. While some talked about their experiences in libraries, others about their opinions of social networking or the Oakland riots, I wrote the rhyme 'Ode to my first class: a 203 post' mostly jokingly and horribly cheesy. Oh well.

New years resolutions - more like a grocery list of self improvements

(9 days to late) that I failed to mention:
Improve my recently learned 10 key typing skills
throw the veg categorizing out the window
make school my No. 1 priority
read more, paint more
work on my socializing which is on a steady decline (and probably will keep)
listen and just improve my memory..sigh


Didn't have anything I was enthused to pick up and read from my pile on the edge of my couch, so ehhh I guess I'll knock one off the pile. Pav says I haven't entirely read the book, since I skipped the chapter about the army and the effects of bullets on human cadavers, but it did provide some interesting insight to how our bodies decompose (i.e. gases need to escape so our tongues and mouths, as well as genitalia become 'edowed'), cannibalism is China (up to the Ming dynasty, it was a practices that kids, more so daughter take a part of themselves and make a dish for their ailing mother in laws - boiled breast, seared thigh, etc), organ transplants, beheadings, environmental alternatives for the dead - human compost...

A customer that had bought a hard cover of this book said it was really good, but borderline awful... which is exactly a way to describe the author who goes on tangents and while interviewing mentions the obvious, tacky joke of the cadavers - insert penis joke here - . She is thorough enough to keep it interesting, even the book is somewhat dated. Main message: DONATE YOUR ORGANS TO MEDICINE/ Bodies to Science

EDIT:

From a resident of San Francisco, The Abortion by Brautigan is a quick read about a librarian (not your typical library), who meets and is with a stunning young girl (who hates the attention she receives from males constantly for her hot bod) and takes a trip to Tijuana to abort a baby that they're not ready for. The library, which is a place for anyone to bring in books that they wrote, unpublished, and place them in their shelves - no dewy decimal system here - is his home and a place he can't imagine being without.

Despite the writing being too simple at times, such as its dialogue stating the obvious, it's lighthearted, a bit poetic, and taking place in SF in the 60's, it's references to the city's streets and building is charming for any local - he even mentions his dislike of San Diego. Reading up, it sounds like a Vermont library put into practice the Brautigan library (http://www.jessamyn.com/journal/june00b.html), but isn't open to the public and may relocate to the Presidio - Yea the Presidio library mentions nothing of it.

At home (top) At play (bottom)

Existential

All and all, it has been hot and semi - cold, sleepless nights, lazy days...

swimming once,
bbqs thrice,
biking ten x's over,
barfed = 1 (record),
fell = 1 (another record),
books read = 3 maybe (pitiful),
tre museum trips,
paintings on things other than paper = 6,
4 batches of love's pastries,
5 dead plants,

and one broke ass muthafucka.

Same ol' same ol'.

Genes

Today marks...

...the last day of short term hobo-ism and independence.


ph: Markos - 4/29/08

Ryan L.: did you get the job?
Me: yes!
Ryan L.: yay! congratulations
Me: haha im blogging about it
Ryan L.:nice... i'll make sure to read it
Me: hahaha well i dont think im typing much
i think i should tell you.... i woke up this morning feeling like an adult
Ryan L.:well that sucks


.....I thought that I shouldnt have drank so much last night, thinking of all the money spent, thinking of the wall I gotta paint, the books I can try and sell, the parking permit I need to get, the shower I need to take...most of all how I will walk into my new job at 9AM and never dare to treat it like the company I used to work for.

the end.

Saturday

Eric went to work

Sadie

to the park

at the park


Maltovs


Shopping....but upset system

Fillmoe got to get a drink.

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