running around

I've been away for a while and haven't been able to write. I've found myself at a hostel in rome late at night with free internet and now I can't help myself.

Lets see France amounted to and amazing wedding and more caviar than I've ever had in my life. Actually the first caviar I've ever had. Next was poland which is a bit more eastern european than one would think but that is where it is on the map. I went to the saltmines outside of Krackow which were over 900 years old and quite amazing. After being in the warsaw ghetto I decided that a trip to Aushwitz was a bit hard to take. Kubush took care of us and everything was right.

Italy has been Italia. Thats about all I can say about now. This post was incredibly self serving for which I'm sorry about. I bought a tank top from Kelly at Zara so that makes up for some of my selfishness. And as I type right now there are 3 girls from holland just bitching about the computer they are on and it doesn't' sound like any language just moaning mixed with accents. Pretty stupid I know but the girl just hit the screen next to me. This trip has been incredible but I went a restaurant tonight that the waiter asked us to leave after our second bottle of wine. Not because we were acting up but because they could make more money. I'm rambling..........I've been out of the real world for 2 weeks now and I've decided after watching a man carry his amp to individuals at bars covering knocking on heavens door that you can't follow your dreams. Fuck that. The sooner you learn that the more sane you will become. The key to life is......

does anyone want to know..

I've figured it out.

Here it is. keep your deepest darkest happiest goals in life a mystery and a hobby and do what you kind of want to do as real life. That way it is is much more sacred and wonderful.

50 ways to strut

I've just realized after 50 divided by 2 years that the absolute hands down, put your money on papas mustache in the fifth, jeffs' lock of week, I've sold everything I own but have an idea, fell off the bus and realized, shot my self in the foot with a mind bullet which bounced off my toe ring and I saw a reflection in the shininess that said fifty ways to leave your lover is the the best song to walk to. This is yet another praise to pip as he was way ahead of the curve doing this song karoake style at that castle place in Urbana(my minds losing information damn it). He just stood up there straight faced with only thing moving being his right foot keeping time until that is he set himself free. While I was walking yesterday I saw a woman with her underground shirt. This puzzled me and I thought did she wear this on accident this morning, is she wearing it to show support against terrorism, or does she have family that died. I couldn't tell and for some reason I needed to find out but didn't. Its just lost in my head now, an unsolved riddle that will spiral and spiral forever like helium balloon that never loses helium and stays in the air inches from my head. Bop Bop, I can't take it. Then I saw another guy on my floor this morning wearing a mind the gap shirt. What the front door! Didn't need that this morning, I'm trying wrap things up at work.

a shoe in the face goes thud not whack

I went walking around edgewater last night after reaching an agreement and saw three guys in Standees all around mid forties with tank tops and the likes regalia. I thought nothing of it until I saw them later on come out of one of those quote on quote wig shops and one of the three sprayed cologne on himself and walked through the mist he created in the air. This led me to believe that wow that proves my point that over half of the stores in chicago are fronts for some other either very grand or very evil purpose. This idea was first given birth and nurtured in my head when I was 19 and I saw the old school fitness place that was on 5th and green in Champaign. This place was never open for the four years I went to UofI but they always had displays set up like old school nikes with a tennis uniform next to it or dumbbells with a weight trainer outfit hanging over ghostlike. I always wondered why it was attached to a creepy old burbs style house. The place has probably since then been paved over and made into a potbellies. But places like this still exist. I don't know how they form when not inherited. I have trouble enough just paying the bills and I can't imagine saying, "what the hell I might as well specialize in a store that sells only phone cards, I'll make a killing." As I write this I wonder if these people are happier now that they have money or are sad everyday for not really following their dream. After that idea spun in my head for a couple hours I headed over to the singleman affair show and was quite impressed with mostly the whole set. A mic'd sitar is worth ten sitars in the bush or something like that. The added ibanez DE7 was just the icing on the cake. Sometimes the lore of the DE7 makes me wish we could plug it into ourselves, it would be like a six flags ride only hipster cool. wah wah wahhhhhhhlalalalalalalalala. After the show we went over to Gary's secret garden to drink a magnum of wine and talk. I showed Gary my new shoes and he tossed it back to me not to different than that guy in Austin Powers I whose only power is throwing nice shoes at peoples' necks. I thought I saw him adjust his head afterwards and felt at first that I was about to be in a pepsi twist commercial. Is that Halley Berry now? In a weird twist of events the job that I found for Kelly and that Dan sealed the deal on used to of a friend of Jeff G's. I was like of course it is and welcome to the circle its full of tentacles.

bombs and rain

So yesterday was the 4th and I felt it in the air. Gun Powder and smoking hamburgers. However during my drive into work it was raining and everyone in the washington park bbq'ing went from happy grillers to refugees in a matter of minutes. Rain tarps were erected and people started wandering the park aimlessy like there was someone responsible for the terrible dive in the weather. Back in Logan Square fireworks blew up pretty much all night. I was able to record it on my four track recorder and although the fireworks are easy to reproduce with a synth, the comination of rain, wind, children screaming, and cars drag racing made for a nice ambient sound for my solo recording. The solo album is going to be called "the ship." I bid goodluck for the all the happy harvards hurrying headward to "hey thats yazaki in there". In other news I watched Dig, a documentary chronicalling the dandy warhols and Brian Jonestown massacre. I dug it and immediately felt like a waste of space. An interesting part was when this guy from A+R was talking about Anton being only fit in life to make music and not having a single chance in society outside of that. On one hand your like wow you found your nitch but on the other hand you say which came first the sadness or the sad music. Instead of the latter hand I meant to say wow all your eggs in one basket uppps now you can't fry any to eat. Well thats the effect it had on me anyways. I suggest it to anyone, it was good. While I'm on the topic of arts and entertainment if anyone has a hankering for incarnate Elliott Smith, listen to David Pajo's solo cd Pajo for your prize. This just in, cardboard sangria is launching its side project spotlight with Singleman Affair at the bottle on Thursday and The Part Five on Friday. Apparently hummingbiird flew the coop. An anoynmous tipster hipster phoned in a sighting. All the message said was "I've got your biiiiird, caught while divebombing with new friends around Ashland and Division." Good spread in Groupeez by the way. Brett looks like he's from Logan's run and Dan is starting midwest rap battle with Kanye and twista for publicity, boyz. Donning the 3 fingers in the all too famous west side fashion, the fingers really represented wicker park. Thanks for the Darling advertisement as well.

finding faces in time

I have about a week until I switch jobs to another department and it comes to a close 2 years at the same job. The longest job I have ever held and the most worth while. Life has a funny way of introducing new faces into your regular routine. Although I am telling this from my perspective it works the same in every facet of society. Finding friends in this world is easy, but finding friends that last is an incredibly hard endeavor. People I haven't talked to in years from college have dropped off the face of the earth in my mind for better or worse. Its a sad harsh fact that friends get lost for a reason. That sad harsh fact is convenience. It sounds so stupid when written out but strikes a chord in my heart that has me singing Eminor til the cows come home. Its not like I'm sitting in a park on a tuesday afternoon thinking to myself, should I stop hanging out with Mark because I've created a hankering for red wine and the OC on Thursday nights. There is some truth with how you spend your time though as faces can only be saved when met. I'm afraid that with grad school I am going to turn into William Seward sitting on top of Alaska living out my days with an idea, far from life but close to the point.