Living a life of error.

And wondering why it's so hard to throw away old pens. I've got three here beside me and only one works properly. Why aren't the others in the bin?

in music news.. you heard it here first!

Trey Anastasio, B.B. King & The Roots To Take Stage Together on Thursday


On Thursday afternoon, February 24, as part of a film shoot for a forthcoming IMAX film, The Roots will perform with Trey Anastasio and B.B. King. The music-video style shoot, which will be free and open to the public (with limited seating), will occur at Los Angeles' Grand Olympic Auditorium around 6PM. Earlier in the day another shoot will take place with George Clinton & P-Funk and Mary J. Blige. The film, entitled ALL ACCESS will hit IMAX theaters in early 2001. It is directed by Martyn Atkins (videos for Lenny Kravitz, Johnny Cash, Tom Petty) and produced by Wetlands owner Peter Shapiro. Other performers include Carlos Santana, Moby and Sting. For information on attending the event, including any scheduling updates, call (310) 535-6111.

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holy fuck a moley.

listening to Meg Lee Chin's "Piece and Love". If you fancy yourself an aficianado of modern music, you must buy this album. Chin will be a superstar. Everyone needs to hear this album.

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tired of each next new superstar

certainly no offense intended sem

they're telling me i have to set some new goals. they're probably right- that or give up completely.

smile eve ryone- the sun is shining brightly

listening to Joe Strummer's album - this would be great music to listen to in the middle of a long car trip.

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did anyone ever catch "joe strummer's london calling" on the radio during the past few months? it was on the bbc world service, which my local public radio broadcasts from 11 p.m. to 4 a.m.

it came on at 3:20 a.m. on a wednesday, and i only caught one. it began with the ramones, then went to an upsetter's song, some french song, a scratchy vinyl version of dylan doing "corinna corinna", and a techno/reggae tune from manchester or someplace. there was probably a little more than that, but i can't remember now.

in order to pick up my racing number for the Great Aloha Run tomorrow morning, i had to walk through the giant health expo at the blaisdell exhibition hall.

i passed the HerbaLife booth and they were offering a free body composition analysis. it was like being *dared* to have my fat calculated, and i've been so cockly lately about my muscles. flex flex flex. especially since i had just gotten back from paddling practice and was feeling particularly buff.

so they used this laser thingie. who knows what the fuck it was really. it looked like a remote control, but with only one button. or maybe like a palm pilot. the lady told me to sit and relax. she pushed the little black box against my bicep and clicked the button. she wrote the number down on a piece of paper, handed it to me, and sent me over to Brad for his expert interpretation of my reading, using a little hand-held rotating chart.

the good news is that the laser thingie didn't hurt, Brad was really cute, and when i told him how much weight i lost since last april, he didn't bother trying to sell me any HerbaLife products.

the bad news is that i'm a still a fat ass.

I AM TIRED OF TRAVELING.

whoops. did not mean to yell.

i am looking forward to resuming my usual routine of sitting on my ass in the chair and doing absolutely nothing night after glorious night

right now i am hearing through whitley streiber on realaudio. he is talking about ufocongress. dot com. "quite a spectacle."
i, on the other hand, am contemplating a job title change and wondering if this holiday inn alarm clock will really go off on the morrow.

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Wait a minute -sarah - For as active as you are, I really can't believe you're a "fat ass". What was your BF %, if you don't mind me asking?

I always thought, body fat % be damned, it's how you LOOK and FEEL that counts.

I mean, if you can see your muscles ripple, if you can see your abs at all, your body fat is probably right where you want it.

However, It's a good measurement to have for comparison's sake.

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considering either becoming bulimic or working out as i feel the mushroom sauced cappelini in my belly.
i have become more aware of the fact that i am not very attractive and aproachable. making friends in the desert seems to be difficult.
maybe therapy will help.
and dreaming of Momus and this new Dom i have been talking to. and will i ever meet Mark Thomas?

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I would recommend working out. If you're serious, check out the book Body-for-Life by Bill Phillips. When I get cleared to work out (i think I have something wrong with my abdominal muscles and need to get it checked0 I'm going back on that program and I'm going to finish the 12 weeks, without slacking like I did last time. I was starting to look good, when the first ab problem sidelined me, and then I lost all inspiration.

However, looking in the mirror and saying to yourself "There'a absolutly no excuse for looking like that, when you know perfectly well how to look damn good" does wonders for re-inspiring you.

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Examining the "World's
Most Comfortable Pen".
It's really just a
solid-looking,
solid-feeling twist-up
ballpoint in the Parker
mould but with a
silicon-rubber type
'saddle' at the business
end.

(Saddle in the sense that
worms have a saddle - ie.
the non-ribbed bit where
all the sex organs are.)

Anyway, writes nicely
enough. And the
accompanying leaflet
contains words of wisdom
from founder/CEO Boyd
Willat: "The careful
selection of everyday
objects can greatly
enhance the quality of
our lives."

(Above the above is a
picture of Boyd wearing
immaculate hair and a
serious CEO-ish look.)

Call me weird, b

trying to fight time.

Kym: back evil villian!

Time: you will succumb to my second hand of death! muhahaha.

Kym: you fiend!

i don't think i can stick it out at the job much longer. i don't think it is good to feel this way after my first "real" day.
9 hours is so long to be doing nothing. not even checking my email. just staring into space while they make the building colder and colder.
yes, this is the conspiracy they have been talking about.
i need a new job. screw this.

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Shocking a monkey

Yes, Kym it is the Conspiracy, and already they suck away your precious slac! Fight Back! Tune in, Turn on and Slack off! Send $30 to "Bob", PO Box 140306, Dallas, TX, 75214! Before it's too late!

Many a time have I comforted myself in a shit job by the knowledge they'll never get my slack.

Speaking of slack: I am getting a car. A 1995 Toyota Corolla, to be precise. This will be the first car I have ever oned that was made in the 90s. I'm so pumped!

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Wondering where sara's cam is...i can't find a link...I'm also chilling out in The Ben and Sean V-Dorm...yes ladies and gents Tbone and I are being broadcast over the net...but you already knew that didn't you.

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aghast.

How dare you reveal my secret identity! Why, when I get off work...

Yah. Be scared.

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Was that some sort of NAMELESS SHAMBLING THING in the office cam just them?

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I just can't get over the fact that sem's email address parses as arse well. it hurts me, and it is funny. sem, you're funny.

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darn, missed it.
i want more than the last 20 office cams. I want the last 2,000 office cams. the complete record.

There must be a way, there Must be a Way! I must find a way.

05:07:00

t-bones cam....

some gentleman raises his shirt and touches himself...

if i wasn't such a pervert i would have been offended....

was that show just for me?

eating sugarfree cookies and drinking lemonade.

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Congrats to Sem on finally getting a car that's less than a decade old. Welcoem to teh Hoopdie Owners Club!

The '95 Corollas were a pretty good ride -- reliable & economical. How many miles on it? And what color? And didya get a good price?

(Who's taking bets on how long it'll take Sem to christen the backseat?)

TOLD BEN SOMEONE WOULD WATCH HIM!!!!!

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surfing, surfing, surfing. I hate this damn computer, but I can't seem to turn it off. I want a life.

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watching like a naughty school girl.

it appears that t-bone and his roommate are indeed exhibitonists....

every time i look one of them is revealing thier body.

oh my.

does your mum know about your little cam?

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wandering around the Way. It's here, Gee, it's here. Have a solidly good day!

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The winning bet based on real-life data would be: never.

The car is maroon, 65,000 miles, and has a bitchin' stereo.

I am getting really sick of writing this report.

I have started getting the "You look like that Actor!" remarks again.

"Which Actor?" I always reply, knowing the answer.

"Uh, ...you know, that one guy!"

"Richard Dreyfus?"

"Yeah, Him!"

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going to Ani DiFranco, Gillain Welch, and Greg Brown on the 8th!!!!!

the 8th is ash wednesday. you're going to watch spawn of satan devilwhore feminist music on ash wednesday?

requesting to hear 'trane's entire 30 minute+ "Ohm" recording on the college radio. I think they are going to accommodate me.

WAHOOOOO!!!!

Well, now we're going on the 7th instead, the other show was sold out.

And that's HASH Wedensday to you. You should know that.

besides the fact htat it's Wotans-day...

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Well, now we're going on the 7th instead, the other show was sold out.

And that's HASH Wedensday to you. You should know that.

besides the fact htat it's Wotans-day...

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looks like swine doesn't own your mom afterall.

http://www.yourmom.net/

but then again, maybe yourmom.org is available.

swine owns my mom.

I finally sent nate some Naked Gee. hoo-rah!

buggin' lovely.

I'm just chilling like Dick Tracy, sippin' on a BOB, with Deee-lite in the backround, tellin my sisters' boyfriend to go the hell home

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Yep....been on the webcam and let me tell you....I cannot for the life of me remember it's there when I'm buck-ass naked.

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Well-rested.
It's a weird morning. I recieved an email saying that my first class of the day is cancelled. I usually get up at 7:00, but I got to sleep in until 9:00 on a week day.

It's weird. I feel like I should be accomplishing something. I didn't feel that way last year when I slept this late every day.

Getting up early every day is a new concept for me. It makes my days longer, but my weeks shorter. I feel as though something is just escaping my grasp.

The snow is finally starting to melt up here. It'll snow again before it's done for the winter, but it's nice to see some sun now and then.

And I like the slush.

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eagerly anticipating this "naked" project nate is doing...wish he drop a line or hint...holy shit, Gee actually sent something????

mark! you're back! hi :-)

ok, so i saw "Holy Smoke" last night, which was a weird flick, but i think i liked it.


though i'm not in the habit of comparing myself to models and actresses and Kate Winslet is quite possibly the only one who doesn't make me feel like the fat ass i am, according to the HerbaLife ultrasound fat-o-meter. i'm probably now only 10-20 lbs heavier than she is, and that's comforting.


eB dniK.

http://syrup.org

Thinking the woman Sarah's web page isnt as crappy as this one....

members.xoom.com/Incredibob

I've seen the shorts for holy smoke.

Bad Bad Bad accents.

Mischief (the flatmates cat) had three kittens yesterday, but one died.

They are soooo cute!

i AM LOOK YOU SCUSE ME FOR MY eNGLISH, but i'm italian

I'm working in palermo

Late for accupuncture

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Wishing I could be the person my dog thinks I am.

digging springtime in manhattan.

at least for today, anyway.

Well, It was starting to be nice and springlike.

It snowed a buttload last night. Still snowing.

Wow.

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coughing blood.

awake, and fasting.

x's on my hands a trick i learned from a straight edge boy.

i have to work today. i am hoping i faint, or something.

i had a dream that my house like got picked up and set on someone else's house. and this cute guy was hanging out with me, and the he called his even cuter brother over to hang out too.

i think this is a sign that i shouldn't go to work. i think instead i should go and find a place to play my cello for money so i can buy a skateboard.

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got my car. It's fast.

listening to the new Yo La Tengo. pretty good. This would be good music to listen to if you had made dinner for your significant other and then were just enjoying each other's company.

haven't listened to the new Morphine yet.

Too much to do now - must check the boards tonight.

realizing that saturday will mark 2 weeks since last hit.

no wonder i've been in a pissy mood lately.

these things... they all become clear.

thinking california is the most beautiful after the rains. More rain is on the way.I welcome it. After nearly three years here, it's all still new. The rain is no differrnt, however, when it clears, many things are a little differnt than where i am from. The wind kicks up, the air gets crisp, your lips crack. It's been rather cool, the mountians got dumped with snow. What a beautiful site, driving around, seeing the snow caps in the back ground. this is so NEW to me, what a sight!!!! Seeing the LA river, the usually drab, boring dull, concrete lined river bed with random graffiti, and a little trickle of water, gush with literally x20 the water. the one tag i see driving to school on the 5 that parallels the river, "RAMONE" and some squiggly marks i cant replicate......the water has taken the existance of Ramone and his band of merry tags down stream.....the water just rages. The clouds whips and fly by at amazing speeds. the view from the office extends to the ocean. the reption of jets taking off from LAX hypnotizes me. Trying to calculate exactly when the sun will hit the hard metal body of the jets to give off that split second reflection.the sunsets, under these conditions, from this vantage point are amazing. It's all still new. I am wanting to take away up to Mount Pinos, elevation, roughly 8k. However I don't have chains, but the hike to the peak is surreal....the view from atop stunning, looking over the San Joaquin valley, the long flatlands, the california Aquaduct barely visable.....the 5 freeway like a scratch on glass........such beauty and peace are only about 20-30 miles away. Why am I here? now?

Jesus Christ

went to summer camp with

Alfred Peavey

who was at a cocktail party and spilled Merlot on

Leonard Cohen

who was reminded to always wear a seat belt by

Suzette Morrisette

who owned a chain of fried chard restaurants secretly funded by

Betty Karthoum

who went to summer camp with

Betty O'Reilly

who tossed back Bloody Marys at an out-of-the-way Soho dive bar with

Ed Cohen

who thinks of carefree summers in Maine upon hearing the name

Gregg Heck

who went to summer camp with

Roy Fortuitous

who owns a hand towel discarded by

Kevin Bacon

Staring out the window... I see blue skies... but I'm at work.

Need more material for my website, so maybe I'll actually spend some time on it.

www.wildbluesky.com

not Rappaport.

back home.

hooked up with the Good Brotha V after not seeing that blood for months.

it's always good to see people with whom you share not only goals, but soul.

S O U L .

much love to the people in the ethersphere.

much love to the people swimming in the ineffable sweetness of surviving triumphant through the trauma and drama of everyday life.

much love.

damn, i got the "one-love" bug tonight.

eargasms:crucial poetics is spinning tonight.

give me a holla if you want me to burn you a deeper groove.

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Waiting for 5pm.

Roll on 5pm

1hour and 4 minutes to go.

listening to rain -
hard pelting rain
that hits your face
like you're being
slapped with
a wet used condom.

feels so good.

re-writing a paper. what a pain in the ass.

eating a breakfast of champions. pretzles and coffee

thinking the breakfast of champions is cold pizza and beer.

i'm not sure whose breakfast you're having patrick.

i'm going to hell.

let me tell you all.

i'm going to put a new song up on monday.

i think.

xoxo

Being protected by witchcraft.

Went to some kind of a goth/pagen party last night down in the hood.

I was the only light lover in the house and recieving "intruder" vibes for it untill a beatiful, red-headed, porcelin faced girl came up to me and said that I have been protected by a very strong witch. I thanked her for the info and thought nothing of it until the whispering and pointing started. I went from outcast to living large in a span of 10 min! A couple of the nicer witches insisted on looking into my ansestory and are convinced they will come up with something that will completely wig my ass out. This is good.. ass wigging is just what I need right now.

Along with that red-headed witch.

having extreme and chaotically oscillating mood swings today.


look out, i'm a time bomb.

oscillations oscillations
electronic
revocations
of sound's reality........

modulations
modulations....

those fuckers who shot Diallo were acquitted! that is just fucking wrong. wrong wrong wrong.

if there aren't riots in nyc over this, i'm coming out there to start some.

Fading out...

The red-cross bus came to my work today and I gave them some of my blood. It was my first time.

I thought I had more blood than I do.

also, my veins are weird and bulbous and move around. Usually, nurse-types don't have any trouble piercing them... but today my vein dodged or something, and I got to feel them fishing around for it....

bleugh. Gonna sleep well tonight.

At least I got free juice and pastries.

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nothing. not 2nd degree murder not manslaughter not a slap on the wrist.

this country has no soul.

it's time to wake up.

disbeliving the verdict. Violence breeds violence and the unfortunate gunning down of an unarmed man in his own vestibule is something I struggle with as reasonable and justified fear on the part of shooters. Justice? Not here. Sons' stepdad Bob died today at 730 am four weeks after diagnosis of lung cancer. Kymical, go get checked out. Now. Off to a reception for an Aussie friend in town, then home to drum for peace, drum for Diallo, drum for Bob. Drum for my boys, for me, for you of the dateless, lonely, unhappy, and all the rest.

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Sitting....I need to figure out some shit...like what I'm going to do with the rest of my life...I have the urge to drop school and bolt...see if I can find some folks that want to get a record contracxt or some shit...been thinking about that for a while

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examining my hand. I just took my stitches out. Now I have another bitchin scar.

they wouldn't let me in to bad brains, because apparently my id expired in december. i made dave go anyhow. i even got a babysitter so we could go out together tonight. i'm feeling really sorry for myself now. i think i'll go to bed.

hey, i have a date for tomorrow night.

er, or for tonight.

whichever.

yay!

The Boca Raton guy reminds me of Burt Reynolds