Saw Jeffrey Lewis and the Jitters. Or rather, the Jitter. Helen was the only one of them left on the tour. And I saw them twice. Was a damn fine day.
How often do you go to a place of worship? What is it like there?
There is only really one type of legitimate worship, and that's the kind that happens when it's just you and the living god inside you. The one who will talk to you, directly, and reveal the secrets of the universe to you.
I don't worship very often myself (and really, the people who do just tend to fry their brains - it can be dangerous), but when I do, it's like a new level of consciousness opening up, like a rebirth into a new reality that's just hanging around the edges of the reality you see every day. It can be a lot to take, at first, but it's rewarding to do so.
The simple fact is, the only true religious experiences are these kinds. I encourage everyone to have at least one of them in their life.
I'm still sick. Cough came back. Not as bad, but it did.
Also, I have pinkeye, 'cause my dad had pinkeye. He's the kinda dude who'll get some weird eye disease, poke at it all day, and never wash his hands. Fucking gross. That's probably how I got it.
Also, I have no appetite.
Also, I'm hopelessly bored, but too sick to actually feel like doing anything about it.
Walked over to the doc-in-the-box yesterday, and then played Civilization III 'til I got tired.
Everyone I know has this bug. One of them said it lasted about a month. I just can't wait for it to pass.
Anyway, my lunch is ready, so I'm going to stop typing and try to eat.
What one common food item do you refuse to eat?
Well, aside from the obvious things I don't eat as a vegan, I actually can't really think of anything. I was always the most open-minded eater in the family, and as a result, the only one of us who ever gave things like tofu, seitan, or any of that a fair chance. In fact, I was always the only one who would order the full sushi platter at Japanese restaurants, or try meat products wrapped in other meat products. At this point in life, I find the eating of flesh to be revolting, for a variety of reasons, but it was initially more an ethical decision than it was a distaste for those kinds of foods.
Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?
To be honest, mostly, because I'm a petty, superficial asshole. I'm also really outspoken, opinionated, arrogant, and I really hate being around people with "normal" priorities, Republicans, "sensible" liberals (e.g. the kind of people you hear on NPR), overly religious people (this goes tenfold for creationists and pro-lifers - I have no interest whatsoever in even interacting in a civil way with their kind), yuppies, future yuppies, too-hip hipsters, most "punks," (I really hate that term, but it's the only all-encompassing word for what I'm referring to that I can think of), and metalheads. I'd estimate that I don't like 80% of the people I meet who aren't friends of friends, and I usually make that decision the second I first look at them.
I also tend to be really moody. Like sometimes I'll be perfectly cool to pretty much everyone. Other times I'll be confrontational just because I feel like it, pretty much waiting to jump on the first person who rubs me the wrong way. Other times, I'll just want to be left alone and just come off really bitchy to anyone who tries to talk to me. I also have a really strange, off-color sense of humor, that tends to creep people out, especially when they don't know me very well.
So really, I'm not a very agreeable or emotionally stable person is the gist of it. And really, to make it even worse, to further reduce the chance that this post makes someone like me more than they already do, I actually like being that way. But the thing is, I'm also not outright mean to anyone (unless I feel they deserve it). I'm more just alternately closed off and obnoxious to people who bum me out.
Even with the worst cold on Earth, I manage to stay busy. Last night was Kelly and Victoria's birthday party. I was far less drunk than everyone else there. In fact, I wasn't really drunk at all. But that didn't stop me from being obnoxious and having a good time. I saw Quinn and Koji there. I hadn't seen either of those guys in a pretty long time, so that was pretty awesome. I made Quinn promise to offer a high five from me to a girl we both apparently thought was kinda cute in high school, who just recently got a job at the same place as him. I really don't have much interest in her anymore, but the idea of Quinn offering someone a high five for me was just pretty funny at the time.
Tonight was a really great show at that house behind Boise High. The first few bands, to put it politely, were not really my cuppa tea. But then Palm Reader played, melted everyone's face off and everything was cool again. I drove with them and some of "their" gear (Erik actually used my guitar and amp, so only some of it was actually theirs) back up to the Bomb Shelter, and, when attempting to listen to the tape of the show, we discovered that Alex had forgotten to hit the record button on the four-track (or something like that; the point is, there was nothing on the tape). It was kind of a bummer, because it was definitely the best set I've ever seen them play. They're sounding a lot less "metal." It works pretty well for them.
I still can't wait for the next Unhallowed show, though. It's been too damn long. If the "reunion" show on New Year's was any indication, it should be pretty sweet.
Here are some pics from last night's party, just so I don't promise 'em and forget to actually post 'em:
Well, I guess I've gotta do all those things I didn't while I was sick. I'm feeling a little better, now.
Laundry. Grocery shopping. Cleaning up the house.
Tonight is Kelly and Victoria's birthday party. I'll definitely be there.
Oh, and I've gotta make a costume for that. A tinfoil hat, perhaps. Maybe, yeah.
I got a package from Drew today. A few copies of the Rockets & Bluelights 10", and the Kids Return LP in it. A zine, a note, and a couple old train passes, too. I really need to get off my ass and start getting his package together.
Spending a lot of time hanging out with real people. Up at the bomb shelter, mostly, but we also threw an utterly botched surprise birthday party for Ian last night. He is also not in any of the pictures (although he was there). Oops.
What was the last song you added to your MP3 player? (Bonus points, as always, if you share it with us!)
Submitted by Julie.
It's probably the last song from the last CD I ripped.
Of course, since I added the whole CD at once, screw the technicalities! I'll just put up one of my favorites from it.
First off, Laney (SortaHopeless) sent me this blog, which, I must say, is fucking awesome. Who knew Garfield was so much better without Garfield in it? (Hey Jim Davis! There's still time! Burn Garfield out in a blaze of dadaist glory!)
Also, those Velvet Cacoon records are really good, even if the band doesn't think so.
Also, here's some pictures:
