anne waldman is fucking awesome.

i would further articulate
or discuss other matters
but i am falling asleep...

once again i am left without words to explain my
current state. thank goodness, my imagination is fun.
i am trying to learn something, anything.

(repeats included, i'm sure)
in a jar by dinosaur jr.
rusted guns of milan by art brut
sirustar by deerhoof
merge grizzly bear

"Nobody friggin' knew that there are times when my life has been on the precipice of death!"-grizzly man

wow.
even cynics have their good days.


listening to whipped cream and other delights
also
maximo park

asleep and shit.

oh dear.

life is v. well.
i won't elaborate past listing this weekend:
1. um, yeah
2. best worst garage sale ever
3. sleeping for 12+ hours and
having disturbing and pleasent
dreams.
4. painting and watching movies
5. barbecuing and sitting outside

"It's probably just as well. I plagiarized most of it from James Joyce.
You probably wondered why all the references to Dublin. "
-Crimes and Misdimeanors

listening to:
broken social scene

owl are you doing?

i was going to list what happened today but
it would really be better as a narrative.

walkabout photos.

uh-oh,
i am feeling a lot of feelings right now.
parle vous francais?
no.