Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I've been forgetting to update again.

Expect pre-dated entries.

Lookit the BIG brains on me.

Actually right now just look at my boobs kthnks.

I overheard a conversation on the bus yesterday that left me pretty
amused. This girl was bragging about how much she's reading these
days because she's in college. One of the boys with her asked (as
fellow readers usually will)what she's been reading lately. This girl
responds that she read a few books (she rattled off a couple of
standard issue English 101 readings) then said, but they all sucked.
So the boy asks her what she enjoys reading.

This self proclaimed avid reader responds:

"You know like Spin and Vogue"

I had to stifle a laugh and the boy just looked shocked.

It was pretty amusing.

Onto my own reading.

I'm currently reading an anthology entitled: href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452265827/qid=1136932872/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/103-8952223-7554260?s=books&v=glance&n=283155"
target="_blank">High Risk: An Anthology of Forbidden Writings. It
features work by John Preston, William S. Burroughs, Dorothy Allison
et al. Thus far I'm enjoying it quite a bit.

The bit by John Preston really resonated with me. His essay entitled
'How Dare You Even Think These Things' really put a bug in my ear.
Those are words I've heard off and on in my life. Even asked of
myself many times.

As I've gotten older I've come to the conclusion that whatever I'm
thinking there's either a reason or it's just shit kicked up out of my
Id to stir up trouble. And I'm OK with that.

It took me quite a long time to realize that my strangeness is just
fine. That isn't to say I don't have issues but, me being strange
isn't really one of them at this point.

I'm off my nut and yes I'm OK with that.

Fuck sake the speakers on this computer are shit and are currently
rendering my DMX rattly. Oh the woes of being at work.

What I really want to listen to, is Jim Carroll spoken word.

Boy Venus mentioned Bukowski to me the other day and as I was digging
in my mountain of stray bits of poetry etc I think stylistically I'm a
little more Carroll than Bukowski. At least when read aloud or
spoken.

I think.

If you aren't familiar with Jim Carroll's work outside of the film The
Basketball Diaries go right now and download some of the available
clips on his href="http://www.catholicboy.com/catholicboy.com-asp//index.asp"
target="_blank">website. I saw him read at the Crocodile Cafe and
got too shy to go up and ask him to sign my Copy of href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140586954/qid=1136933664/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/103-8952223-7554260?s=books&v=glance&n=283155"
target="_Blank">Fear of Dreaming. I'm not often geeked out and
starstruck but he was one that made me feel like the gibbering
schoolgirl.

Johnette Napolitano from Concrete Blonde is another one who when I had
the chance I got too (insert me drooling and giggling here) starstruck
to go up and say hello.

Good thing I wasn't like that when I was little. Otherwise I'd have
never met and hugged Dolly Parton (I idolized her as a kid) Kenny
Rogers (Island in the Stream tour anyone?), and a few others I can't
recall just now.

The only one that was a bad experience was meeting Geoff whatshisface
from Queensryche. I was about 9-10 and walked up to him at the Pike
Place Market and he got snotty with me. It was mean he made me cry
and I haven't listened to their music since. Yes I hold a fucking
grudge.

Natter natter natter.

OK I think I'm done.

Goodnight Sally.

PS

The barn door is open.
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