why did my day have to start with grosser than gross?

I've been under the gun lately with finals this week and all. Lets just say I'm decked out in all flannel. So I had class at 9 and went to the library at 10:30 for email/study time and go to use the bathroom in the basement and low and behold I hear a rhythmic, perpetual, swish swashing motion coming from one of the stalls. At first I was like no way that's unpossible(me get an A that's...). But after washing my hands and the realization that there is heavy breathing going on, I scat like hell and b-line for the door. As I walked out of the door it felt like the part in indiana jones and the temple of doom where indie and all the children are freed from the clutches of hell. I must have scared a few people who were studying with my absolute bogglemnent expression on my face and retarded stutter steps I used as I walked away. Every person thinks they have a sexual energy level worse than the next what with modern day technology and easy access to erotica but this really scared me. This guy somehow needs the ol public bathroom morning farmers scramble to get his day started. I suddenly felt the stresses of the world lifted from my shoulder and realized no matter what I'm doing today it couldn't be worse than that. Everything in this world is relative and when you visualize your place don't imagine it as a stand alone but as an accent on society. Although stand alones have been the ones who have implemented change, they have been for the most part chemically imbalanced. In the grand scheme of things there are 3 people in this world: people who strive to make the world a better place, evil people, and those who are too apathetic about the current state to care anymore.

Currently I've put darling on hiatus to actually perpetuate my graduate existence. While I had the band going strong I scored below average but now that I'm solely working on one thing I'm scoring above average. Why can't I find a happy medium with two lives? Is it inherent as love with the whole organ rejection paradigm?* Do I need these love drugs in life as well. In any case after the quarter ends I'll start with a fresh lineup and it will be an experiment of sorts as we have a show at Sub-T on Jan 5th. Come if you want to either see me embarrass myself or get your socks knocked off.

As far as movies and music have gone lately. (M0) I saw Zelig which isn't as good as annie hall but was an awesome old 20's mockumentary. (MU) The new animal collective "feels" is addictive and far superior to sung tongs. The new broken social scence self titled + free EP is outstanding as well. Thanks be to Brett for that suggestion(9.99 at best buy). Islands show this Friday, can't wait, hope to hear a random unicorns song if possible.(nobody nobody nobody ah hu a ha hu hu its true. Ten points for anyone who can decode my lack of knowledge of unicorns actual lyrics into one of their songs)

Monday ramblings

This story is about as sad as they come
On a completely different note I was studying in Cobber coffee shop and was amidst a weakerthans song which shot my mind to a graduation party at scott D lux's where I sitting on the grass talking to cindy and saying that this truly felt like we were sitting on the fence between past and presence tense. She though I was being truly poetic but had nick in stitches next to us. Right in mid-thought back in present day though the guy at the register yells out, a free laughy taffy for the person to name this band. Most of the people in line and at tables were looking down or rambling to themselves as usual. I yell out the canadian wonders and after one attempt to throw a laughy taffy to me which hit the light I got a sweet gooey load of sour apples in my mouth. That made me happy. As I was walking through campus on this unseasonably warm day I saw guys with motors on their backs blowing leaves out of bushes and it looked really fun because they seemed like astronauts in motion(aside from the whole leaving the ground thing). I thought for a moment the peacefulness of existence.

At least peace and quiet as we awaken from the debris

Every year its the same thing. Thanksgiving weekend equals an easy opportunity for a mini vacation filled mostly with stuffing and booze. The weekend began on Wednesday and I found myself walking into ol' crystal to Erich, Ben, Nick, and Will cooking grilled cheese and pounds and pounds of bacon. The air was filled with greasy smoke that filled every pore. It's quite the cologne as girls will think you eat tons of bacon and will offer up some post-sex bacon platters if you go home with them. Not like I'm saying that from experience or anything as being a veggie I could maybe offer a few morning star crumble tacos. The night progressed into will and erich taking turns putting on the helmet and hitting each other as hard as they could and then laughing hysterically shortly after. From there the weekend was a hazy blur of stuffing food in mouth and washing down with a mighty porter. On Saturday night I bought one kirichiban from the jewel by myself totaling a mighty $1.86, felt like the dude and maybe should have paid with a check. In any case the scary part is walking through the parking lot to Milwaukee and having weird strangers say things to you as you pass. I had one guy say you should beat whores because they deserved it. That really knocked me out of the happy go lucky state my kirichiban search entailed.

Invasion from the north and south: milhouse nonetheless

Roy's even in this picture although only in hat form. This picture basically sums up the weekend. Friday night we stayed in and listened to records and were only yelled at by my neighbors once. On Saturday we treated ourselves to a second saturday by waking up early and having a 3 hour breakfast consisting of waffles,cinnamon rolls, and a big ol' pot of papa nicholas coffee. After Breakfast we ran through the leaves in the sidewalk and made our way to Sonnys pizza. After realizing i forgot something I put on the afterburners and ran home as I ran I passed a man who was diligently rubbing the dirt out of the top of his jeep cherokee. I stopped in track and wondered if this old man has had a sad life or a worthwhile one. After falling out of that minute I made my way for sonnys where we had 6 pieces of pizza and a basket of french fries. From here we ascended west on Fullerton for Haas Park. Will and Roy stopped at the grocery store for smokes,water,V8,and a candy bar. The day was unseasonably warm and really felt like one of those days you don't get back. The rest of the weekend kind of faded from there. A family party where nick sprained his ankle, a late nighter at rainbo, and even a stinky lead to a party. Sunday we ate like kings a the saucer, watched a few proud bears moments, and then everyone departed.

After things returned to normal I went to see Walk the Line which I whole-heartedly recommend. It gives you a window into the mind of Johnny Cash that I never knew existed. As a final note I leave you with a funny video I happened across. Very strange indeed...I think they were....I couldn't tell but I think they were asian.

following the brasky bus

On my way to work today I saw a truck with two bumper stickers which read:

1.) You shouldn't steal...it gives the government competition

2.) My wife and dog are missing...reward for dog

Its been so cold that I've been resorting to hotboxing my bathroom until its a misty haze and then proceeding with normal showering rituals. Sure it peals the paint off the walls but the feeling of getting out of the shower and not freezing your ass off is priceless. However once I open the door its like walking into wintery narnia. But of course I'm dry by then and the vulnerable moment of wet cold unmentionables is gone.

Saw 3 movies in the last week and in a kitean grading style I give them in an ascending order of intellectual engagement

3. Kingdom of Heaven-a lot of bang and no buck. God and jesus didn't even have a role in the movie for christs sake. Legolas didn't even shoot any arrows.

2. You, me, and everyone we know- the movie is a look into disfunctional people interacting. It had some good lines but sure was strange. Also a bit artsy. For a minute I thought I was going to see a scene with a crying clown flipping pancakes.

1. Down by Law- Roberto Benigni at his finest. He reminded me of Kubush alot which made me nostalgic. Tom Waits was clutch and his music throughout the whole movie was the icing on the cake. Even further the dialogue was the candy bride and groom on top of the cake. Standing tall as a beacon of light in this movie review.

ps it makes a difference

This is what happens when you flip the p and the s in my site. Pretty strange and I just watched Kingdom of Heaven. That western wall legolas probably defended. Kit and Roy are coming in this weekend. Woooohooo.

Its just easy to step just flip it stick it and see ya later bye

A good ol' line from eric fensler to start it off. I was reading from my journal when I was in Budapest on christmas in 02' and its like opening that book from the neverending story. The room started to shake a little bit and I was sent through the fabric of time to only observe not partake in the fun times my previous self was having("Then I got some good chinese with Justin and headed off for the trains station at 8pm. Missed the train cause the office was closed. So I retreated sadly back to the hostel for another night, wrote some songs(tomorrows light)and smoked more. John was fooling around and rammed me into Todd. Todd exploded and fell on the ground and made a thud. I'm pretty sure he got a concussion because he acted nuts. The new guy in my room snores like a bastard so I slept next to the pool table. I slept through the 6am train but made the 10:10 train and even had time for postcards and gyros"). At that point I slammed the journal down and started reading again for school. Damn damn things to suck your attention away. Blinking lights and fast cars yup the devils handiwork.

Last night I was in Champaign to see my brothers band play at the new IMC(which is in the old post office in downtown Urbana where they were, brace yourself pip, having a barnraising festival for the brand new urbana free radio station. I thought it was weird enough that wimpe was the size of a spaceship and there was a new building being built called the post genomic science building but I'd never seen so many middle aged activists, 19 year-old girls in tinyshorts carrying hammers and punk-patched headtotoe, and hipsters in one place for a common good then in this new beginning of hope against the evils of the world. After the show, I opted to go to the office for a while to hang out with 6 separate schneiders(cousins) including myself where conversation was a battle to be heard and voice elevations were played just like deuces in the game asshole. We decided to not go to CO Daniels with Kelly and company as the horror of fuckmeboots bizniches and hamburger head fratty Mcwhitecaps would have been more than my head could handle. I settled on the most stable thing I still know would always be there for me...pokies. The next morning I felt the excess sweat coming through my pores much like bacon grease leftover in the griddle and I saw the sunday morning sun seeep through the windows saying "You're in Urbana so relax" After a few cups of coffee from my sisters french press we went to OHOP not Le Peep and felt like the the end of phantom menace as a sort of homecoming of sorts. It was the first time I'd been there since the regime change and the end of 17 person tables. I ordered the apple pancake ate half of it as usual and toasted a freshly squeezed orange juice to the sky in pure bliss for a fun night in chambana.

I stumbled across this and absolutely lost it. I'm not usually into the whole farting humor stuff(except farting gary from Mr. Show of course) but this made use of hilarious mannersisms of televangelists. And bread for eating will also provide and multiply ooooooooh.

onion

Is this an onion article

the picture is about perfect for this.

On the seventh day look towards the east and...

Been thinking alot about how things progress from the brain to real life. The paths and canals the thought can take or don't take is the cornerstone of modern society. Simplicity is sold to some in the forms of butcher shops and security guards and the direction you go in your life will continue to be guided by life lessons learned in the past. Running uphill is exhilarating at first but loses its flavor when you have to do it every day. Pace.

Darling is playing the empty bottle this Wednesday Nov 9th. We're headlining the show and will probably go on around 11:30. Its our cd release party and we'll even have a jetlagged eurovoss beating on the skins and bells.

a couple excerpts making a sandwich with my life

this is the face of terror
Anne Marie Mitchell
43 years of age
her desolate existence once more afflicted by altering her past mistake
a hope which is unfortunately doomed to disappointment
for warnings from the future to the past must be taken in the past
today may change tomorrow but once today is gone
tomorrow can only look back in sorrow that the warning was ignored
said warning as of now stamped not accepted
and stored away in a dead file
in the recording office
of the twilight zone

from "spur of the moment"

good ol' Rod

yup watched some twilight zone with JC and have been absorbed. Been staying up late a lot lately wearing midterm pants the 12 hours I'm at home a day.

super fast followup from weekend...

got downtown by 11:45am on Friday and was instantly turned into soxfan homogenized jam the second I got out of the subway. I'm pretty sure one more person would have broken martins' pool. I had a huge sign made out of my I buhrleive banner and redeye clippings so things were a little less than comfortable. So much so I decided to scale the wall to a flower bed 12 feet up. After trading a bouncy for acceptance on that tier I immediately started draping my homemade marth sox-loving washington flag as the double deckers were going by. As AJ passed me he started to pull the camera guy and started to point to me vigorously. Yeah we're talking grandkid material here. After the parade passed me by and I shook the tickertape out of my hair I met up with Marielle and Jeff G. and made our way towards the bottle neck of wacker/lasalle. We then went into an old loading dock of a building near the intersection and were able to navigate our way out to lower wacker drive. We quickly snuck through the two scary roads, passed a few scuba divers(great place you two), and quickly advanced on the intersection. We found a big truck that looked climbable and were quickly on top with this birds eye view



After a couple of bouncies and the sox saying good bye we descended from this peak of feeling we were riding along with the van we were standing on we shuffled through the tickertape laden streets. I did a few dives, kicks, fake snowballs, and the pick up a bunch of tape/throw it in the air/dance around like its money and repeat. We finished it off with a few more bouncies and jimmy johns outside with a picture present fall colored tree and a perfectly placed el just passing by.




well she the press is running away from judy
the way the way the white house is running away from scooter libby
They're saying good bye and good luck
that was the essence of what bush said,
"scooter libby has been a great guy but we have important things to do"
and the press seems to be abandoning judy miller in the same way

from Micheal Kinglsey on the Charlie Rose show