March 2007 Archives

vroom vroom...who got the keys to the jeep? i made a list and checked off the completions. now it is almost time to return to the real world. i hate my job.

Greetings from the southland...blogging tonight from a day's inn in covington, tn. Spent the day in Clarksdale, Mississippi...I'd wanted to go there since i was a teenager. Now that I've been there, I can only think this: are you kidding me? The Delta Blues Museum was a joke. It was one only one room. Along the walls were pictures taken in Clarksdale, but not having anything to do with the blues. At least twenty of the pics were of Clarksdale High School's 2006 prom. The were maybe 20-30 displays, the vast majority of which were regarding bluesmen you've never heard of, ever. With nearly 100 years of history, and so many amazing players, so many influential players...and none of them represented...it was just one giant "WTF?" Hello - anyone involved with this place ever heard of Robert Johnson?? Son House? Even Honeyboy Fucking Edwards? I left there not only disappointed, but angry. This is THE PLACE, the center of the blues universe, Where It All Began. And this is all we get? And then on to Ground Zero Blues Club. I was excited to go there - schoolboy excited. Yet again I had my hopes pissed on. Clarification: the building itself was perfect. From the beat-up old couch and lawn chairs out front to the vintage look and feel of the inside, the ambience was spot-on. It was the people I met that gave me the willies. There was the old dude that kept stopping at our table to show us dice tricks and articles in a Clarksdale magazine...who reeked of "Give Me Money", the three tables full of business people in three piece suits, the mid-life crisis guy who spouted non-stop bullshit and braggadocio about his knowledge of the blues to a mom and her pretty teenage daughter, and the screamingly incompetent waitress. Not to mention that 95% of these people were white while the cooks were black. Just yuck. Clarksdale, I expected better. Much better.

surprise! major let down!

without authorization, i'm attaching here the pdf file of bjorn lomborg's rebuttal to Congress of Al Gore's testimony...

make your own. i mean, how well do you know the son of a bitch? imaginary clits. spreek. details in the paint on my bathroom wall.

those were never ever ever ever about what you thought they were about. you read me wrong.

tobacco and norvasc, that is all. i'm just fucked up like this naturally. exploration through conversation. discovery of self via interaction. surprise! it can be good. it can be good. it can be good. remind u. remind me. dosing on non-drugs. remember. i do. i will. i have, and can. forgotten sometimes. sometimes i let myself down in evil and tragic ways. a memento - write it on your skin if you must. tattoo yourself. tattoo me. remember. backtrack thru time and see the fuck-ups. and when you have someone to talk to, when you can speak you'd better fucking speak. it's not possible to live in the moment. and if u can, ur not right. u are an animal. the point is: to build. to progress. to avoid slippage. it takes 100% effort. u can never let go or you will free fall. i have not been giving 100%. i have failed to maintain grasp on all that i am, and now that i've awakened the distance i've fallen is far. far. but i am still able to climb. not only that - i'm fucking super Abe with the three brands on my chest from the ancients, and I'm ready to chant to take out all the motherfuckers in my way.

No. tired. just tired.

i follow politics a bit. for the following reason: it is fully absurd. and yet, while being fully absurd, it is also the most frightening mind fuck of all. for instance...take the list of presidential candidates so far. what sane being would vote for one of these dickflakes? honestly. you? it's the horror movie of all horror movies, you're scared enough to piss your pants but you can't look away or run away. and ultimately, there's not one single thing you can do to make it stop. ever. i predict that from now until my death i will not be able to fathom how so many people buy into such obvious bullshit.

just half an hour or so ago i said something awful. my lab was sleeping next to the bed, and i looked over at her and said "she's dead asleep." as soon as those words escaped my mouth i shot down a time tunnel to the morning of thanksgiving '04 and i nearly threw up.