February 18th, 2002


Histree bubblin up

Today it did indeed rain, and I put up a third shelf, but not the fourth, because I ran out of screws. The shelves are quite nice.

Archie came over to gripe about having to deal with people with horrible politics all day. We watched cartoons, and then we watched Crumb and ate sandwiches. He said he was much happier after watching Crumb, and took off with some porno. I'm digging around for information about a bunch of weirdo industrial bands I was in to when I was about 15-16. Not surprisingly, a lot of them have disappeared. But in my searching, I have come across a lot of intriguing information. Blast from the past and all.

Listening to Vidna Obmana reminds me of a very specific time in my life, and a certain kind of confusion and curiosity about everything. I remember listening to music like this and feeling like I was a very small point in a large dark ocean, with everything rushing around me, near enough for me to be aware of but never close enough to touch. Sometimes nostalgia is very accurate.
  • Current Music
    Vidna Obmana - Sanctuary of Reply

Another reason Joel and I are a good match

The two of us can find entertainment anywhere. We could just be standing around waiting for a bus and we'll start making up jingles about jackets and within minutes we're both laughing hysterically. I don't know, he's just a lot of fun. We went to the Russian grocery store and it felt like we'd been transported to another country, nobody spoke english and everything was weird and interesting looking. We got some smoked salmon and decided we needed bagels and walked over to Safeway and spent a really long time wandering through the aisles being obnoxious. Grocery shopping became this really goofy funny thing because Joel was with me. It was strangely comfortable, acting all domestic like that. Uhoh.

I had really strange, vivid dreams last night. In one dream, George Carlin was a well known artist who had done several album covers for prog rock bands before becoming an art instructor in San Francisco. He was offering me an enormous, beautiful art studio, rent-free, and had decided to take me under his wing. I didn't really care for his art, but I respected him. Then I woke up with a horrible horrible headache, and when I went back to sleep for a little while, I had a really visual dream full of fireworks and brilliant colors and creepy black cocktails full of lima beans and kim chee. When I woke up, the headache was gone.

I just heard a song on the radio with the lyric, "My Daddy is a Trombone playin' man! Tell me where is my daddy with that Big Long Sliding Thing?"
  • Current Music
    Astral Projection - Life On Mars