on a roll, can’t stop now.

i want:

found it on ffffound, where it was linked to dezeen, but cant find it there…

about how i had scabies?

that shit was awesome!

also, i got to work with josh brolin last week, dude was in goonies!

how to log onto my blog!!!

what that means for you?

nothing.

hooray!

part 1:

find an interesting word:

“interlocutor”

Main Entry:
in·ter·loc·u·tor Listen to the pronunciation of interlocutor
Pronunciation:
\ˌin-tər-ˈlä-kyə-tər\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
Latin interloqui to speak between, issue an interlocutory decree, from inter- + loqui to speak
Date:
1514

1 : one who takes part in dialogue or conversation
2 : a man in the middle of the line in a minstrel show who questions the end men and acts as leader

stay tuned for part 2, ad infinitum…

1. possibly found a place to live… should be good, and cheap. [a good thing]

to offset that:

2. my car hasnt started in about two, maybe three weeks, therefore im biting the bullet and taking it in on tuesday to be gouged.

3. i think i may have broken something in my left shoulder. trying to decide if i can afford to go to a hospital for that.

how are you?

but who has an absolute hatred of pop corn and is laughing at all you slowly dying people now?

that’s right, me.

i am laughing at your slow deaths.

i can be a jerk sometimes.

Hello. The Andenken Gallery as you know it is closing its doors and all of the displaced artists who have been living there for the past years have, as you can imagine, collected a lot of stuff.

So we decided to have a yard sale. It will take place Sunday September 2nd (THIS SUNDAY) in the gallery. Say around 2pm?

We all have tons of cool stuff for sale. Furniture, Electronics, Art, Bikes and other Mobility Devices! Half Off all Suits by Jil Sander, Gucci, Armani… wait maybe not that but there will be some sweet (cheap and free) shit.

We are all desperate to get rid of our things so you might fetch a good deal.

Andenken Gallery
2110 Market St.
Denver, CO 80205.

NOTE: the Andenken Gallery itself is moving to a new location around 30th and Larimer ONLY the artists are to be considered to be on permenant hiatus-

consider it the band breaking up, but we’re all pursuing solo projects…

[like anyone in denver reads this, or anyone at all…]

but this is the best thing i’ve seen in days.

well, rollercoaster laughs were pretty good too, but all of denver heard that.

other than that, still homeless, thinking school is a joke and my legs have been itching for weeks.

going to see if i can win free beer for scrabble once again.

in an email i just received:

“Are you still a member of that rec center where you used to swim? If so, make sure you keep using it. With all the stress you’re going through, it’s important to find time to exercise. Also, if you end up living in your car or on someone’s couch, you’ll have a place to shower. I thought of our camper, but I don’t think Dad would go for it, and you would have to find a place to park it where there was no chance of tickets.”

so my ideal living situation is ending… 1 and a .5 year[s] of bill free existence ruined by landlords and soaring property values / gentrification. searching now for both a job and home, and of course the car died once again early last week.

i’d like to feel my spirit return.

these days i just feel empty.

i’m just going through the motions again, and as few of them as possible.

at 5:02 a.m. is whether or not it’s worth it to go to sleep.

i almost wrote a post today.

rain… gorgeous but wet…

while taking these a stream jumped out of a puddle and attacked my hat.

here’s an older one from the san fran trip.

and riding one from there as well

now i sit in my room and watch harry potter back to back to back to back [only 1.5 to go actually]

got bumped to a flight to san jose rather than s.f. rode buses and taxis for a few hours, got to s.f.o. and took pictures while waiting for stephan.

caught up until about 5 a.m., slept, woke up, rode to a tea shop / emporium [over 65 teas] drank tea, got hyper, went to ride the skatepark, had a flat, fixed that, rode some trees, had a veggie dog, helped dj a radio show on kalx [cal student radio] drank free beer, ate free burgers. it’s cold here, or it was, but now its warm… we have a car now, possibly riding a pool in a minute.

ta.

p.s. no more room on flickr and the better pics didnt even make it in…

listening to kalashnekoff, grimey!!!

been watching lots of muppets recently…

went to a grindcore show at a junkyard last friday [half way through a fun / unfun night] unfortunately this was the last show ever at said junkyard…

i got a flashy new camera, been using it quite regularly, i would like to post around 10 photos a week to flickr, and i’ll keep things updated here more regularly as well. school is nearly done for the semester, thinking of going to california for most of may to give sam and i some space as things are at a bottleneck once again. i’m working on putting together a second bmx bike [or have done so, but need to pull a few parts from my current one, so i still only have 1 full bmx, and i may be buying back a old heavy rad bike i sold to a girl in boulder a few years back, i’m just feeling nostalgic for all these bikes that i’ve spent so much time riding.

anyway, heres two pictures to get things stared:

1. my roommate justin in drag attacking our friend sam.

2. this is a pun or joke in some way, right, do you get it?

so long for now.

I wish I could stop fucking up everything. I seem do do it on a daily basis.

I need to see with others eyes.

I feel guilty for having fun.

I haven’t really had fun in quite some time.

My mind hasn’t been clear in months.

It’s not getting any better, I know this, but I can’t walk away and I can’t let go.

I’m a broken record, or more-so a lock groove.

firday night, dont remember, wait, i do, backtrack… thursday night, went to see an offshoot of local noise improv what have you nightshark called cuntpuncher… two sax players [of various sax types] and a electronics guy, rode my new [still nameless fixed there in the snow, it got down to neg. 14 degrees that night. good show, get home, go to sputnik to see the wünderbar dj von kelly play about 5 songs on the tables. get a veggie burger [more so sloppy joe] and head home at close. sam messages me on AIM, we talk until 7am or so, much is discussed, i feel very rollercoastery, optimistic, we both vie to reach understanding, things… go to bathroom before sleep at 7:45 or so, pipes are frozen in the gallery again [twice in two weeks].

wake up friday at noon or so, clean the gallery for the 20 or so people that will come later that night, stock the fridge with roughly 18 beers for each of those 20 people. finish up around 6, thai food with living mates, some of their social skills and story telling techniques leave everything to be desired. thai basil’s “really really really hot” just isn’t spicy enough. i finish quickly and sit through more nonsense. get home, write paper until the midnight due date. climb into a warmed bed of feline and female.

wake up saturday at 7:30am, wide awake, breakfastistas brunch from 11:30 to 5 or so, go home pack a bag for the night, pick up two day new denver resident christina, head to fort collins, hang out as kids play with drugs and gas masks, ride bikes in 4 degrees and ice, pizza, videos, music swapping, arting… sleep at 5:30am…

procrastinating too much, back in tomorrow… gotta design a restaurant receipt.

Is it alcoholism if you’re drinking beer at 1pm because theres nothing else [other than water]. It’s snowing again and that’s driving me more nuts than anything else really. sam and i are through now and i’m actually handling it better than i would expect. i honestly hope we can pull out a lasting friendship from all of this as i am constantly amazed by her and makes me see the world differently and blah blah. the past year and a half or so with her hass jsut been an eye opening experience to simplify it with any meaning.

in other news, my heart beat has been very strong since early december, to the point where its annoying that it feels like it is shaking my entire chest at times. odd.

too bad my lips are also really chapped…