republican, democrat....
who gives a flying fuck,
big generalizations in a fake democracy.

I've been awake to long. Let's all become radical leftist or better yet just radicals. That's more fun.

I just got the oldest Ma Rainey record and it is off the chain!

My Apt. is a fucking wreck. I need a clear space and poster board to make a thesis outline. The dilemma is all of the sources and finding what they relate to.
I enjoy this Dada Manifesto by Tristan Tzara because of

I'm writing this manifesto to show that you can perform contrary actions at the same time, in one single, fresh breath; I am against action; as for continual contradiction, and affirmation too, I am neither for nor against them, and I won't explain myself because I hate common sense.


For me it's important make connections between things which aren't related. The title of my thesis is "the Barest Threads" I will be writing about class, gender, race, regions, nations and dialect but the title is also a reference to the strings that hold my edits together. Some of the things I'm looking for are the threads that travel through all of my work.
I wonder is their anything new that i like? I'm also reading Nietzsche's "The Use and Abuse of History." If only I weren't continuously distracted by this damn machine.

i just found a certain someone's debit card. also an athletic club and cappuccino card. it looks as though mike's idea came to life despite my non subtle tactics. we'll figure it out.

thanks for showing up, letting me sleep on your couch, etc.
I'll scan my documentation later.
strange event. i was wasted. did anyone see the screening? i wish i could have ran around more but i was comfortable in my room.

first and middle + the combo

robin --
[noun]:

A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult

diane --
[adjective]:

Benevolent to a fault

robin diane --
[adjective]:

Sexually stunning

Yeah yeah, my sister remembers going to see "Song of the South" she's 2 years older. I'm trying to get her to visit and bring Kiah. She wants to wait till it warms up so we can take Kiah to Niagara Falls.

The peep show...
I think it will be fun for me. I ordered 10 pairs of men's pajamas. I still need to go looking for some ladies pajamas. I'm going to invite people to get comfortable. right now I'm compressing my drunken solitude DVD. Julie is going to be marrying people again, so come on down and get hitched, or renew those vows, p m and t.

i wasn't right about the rust belt thing or maybe I was but also they have presale tickets at other places. I'll post the info below. Come and get in the bed with me and I promise you free drinks.

by the way, Metal Peter, if your whole drunken consent thing is true then I've raped many a man in my life and further more, what if both parties are drunk?

PEEP SHOW
A love-and-sex-themed extravaganza
17 Artist Installations
Live Music
Film and Video Screening
Silent Auction
and much more
Saturday, February 25, 8 p.m.-2 a.m.
Hotel Lenox, 140 North Street


Squeaky Wheel is proud to present Buffalo's very first Peep Show, a love-and-sex-themed art party at the historic Hotel Lenox. 17 art installations will be located in the intimate settings of 8th-floor hotel rooms, and a full program of films and videos will be offered downstairs. The Lenox lobby will feature live music by David Kane, Taylor Made Jazz, and the Paul Kozlowski Trio; DJs will spin in the banquet room. Attendees can bid on sexy works by area artists in the silent auction, while enjoying Flirtinis and other refreshments on two bar levels.

Get your tickets at New World Record or Talking Leaves Books, $12 in advance, $15 at the door.

Be able to say: I went to Peep Show in the early years!

All proceeds benefit Squeaky Wheel/Buffalo Media Resources.

I just ate a pickle and remembered...

at 12 years old I stepped out of the shower and went into my room. I was then on my waterbed in the towel, leaning over, back exposed when Gretchen got me with a pickle. She bit off half of that sucker and rubbed the slimy part down my bare back. I got so pissed and hopped up to run to the bathroom and give myself another quick dip in the tub. When I got into the bathroom I slipped on some water and busted my tail end.

Gretchen was a weirdo neighbor friend of mine. Once we were walking through the woods and we found a dead calf. The calf looked pregnant. Gretchen stepped on its leg and it's whole body moved. Then Gretchen broke down sobbing.

The other night I dreamed that Gretchen was in my bed pregnant. I had brought her home from a party. She died in her sleep. When I woke up and found her dead I didn't want to tell anyone so she was there untill she started to stink. I felt guilty that I didn't try to cut out the baby.

weird dreams lately...

Friday night I had a failed one night stand. I was so wasted and went to the pink around 2. I proceeded to get more wasted. Then I brought a young man home with me but he didn't fuck me. It was a frustrating experience. He's still interested in me but I don't think I have the patience or time for seducing a boy who I can't see myself with for a long duration.

On Saturday I'm going to be inviting everyone into my bed at the lenox. I'll be in the bed watching a video of myself alone and pathetically drunk and lonely. I'll invite people to come into the bed with me, get drunk, watch the video and talk. I'm trying to reverse the recorded situation through interaction with people. I wonder if I'll still feel so pathetic if I manage to get 10 people in the bed. If anyone wants to go to that event (IMK maybe) it's a better idea to go by rust belt books before hand for a ticket, that way it's 12 dollars rather than 15.

Other than that I'm starting to freak out about my thesis. Will I actually be able to pull it off? Paul how did you do it? Have you finished up? It seems like the media study department is the hotel california of graduate schools. It must be my fault if I feel so completly lost.

Ok, well...
valentines day...
uh,
I'm participating in this show at squeeky wheel.

Guten morgen peeps,
I went to St. Vincents charity shop on main st. this morning(late last night in my time) and I have to say they have tons of steel coffee mugs with lids for only 50 cents, yes that is correct, 50 cents in a variety of shapes and styles.
here is a run down of what I got.

"because it's Bitter and Because it's my Heart" a Joyce Carol Oats book
one family snap shot
one new crotchet bright green scarf.
one pair or red plaid pants
one coffee mug

This came to a grand total of 2.99

As great as they are there is something sad about thrift stores. I was looking at the PJ's because I may need some for the love and sex show. It was disturbing me because I had to wonder if any old ladies died in those gowns and robes, you know? and then the family snapshot I found in a frame. I'll scan it. It's the reason I got the joyce carol oats. book, I needed to smuggle the photo out because I didn't want the frame. I have to wonder why a person would donate their family snapshot to a store. I like the photo because of the man on the steps behind the women. I think I'm going to send it to Germany as a post card.

excerpt on american civil war

"By the end of The War, Union prisoners were segregated by rank into different prisons. It was thought that by separating officers and enlisted men escapes would be reduced. Prior to 1864, there were 3 major camps:
1) Camp Sumter, Andersonville, Georgia for non-commissioned officers ( * )
2) Camp Oglethorpe, Macon, Georgia for company grade officers (mostly Captains and Lieutenants)
3) Libby Prison, Richmond, Virginia, for Majors, Colonels, and Generals.
and there was some mixing of prisoners, but this is the general structure of the Confederate Military Prison system."

excerpt on WWII
"The German system separated officers from enlisted men and sent them out to the various camps, which were know as Stalag Lufts. These airmen's camps were administered by the German Luftwaffe and the Abwehr. Once inside the wire, the new Kriegesgefangenen or "Kriegie" was once more among his own. At Stalag Lufts I and III and VIIA, the Senior American Officer (SAO) was in charge. At Lufts VI, IV and Stalag 17b, enlisted airmen elected the Man of Confidence (MOC) as their top man."

now I'm wondering about the USA's current prisoner camps. I guess they are not POW camps because the people they have incarcerated are not necessarily associated with any nationalistic military. Here is an interesting wiki thread called"Talk:Concentration camp"


ah, here . why is this happening? is it really happening. if you can't see it or hear it, smell it or taste it, could you at least feel it?



ever wonder how you got to be sittin in that chair? maybe I am imprisoned by my jobs, obligations, responsibilities, capital dependency upon material goods and so on but at least I can walk away if I feel it's right for me or at least I have the power to kill myself if things are to unbearable.


Ok, back to my original knowledge quest. I've never understood why old men are so obsessed with war, like my dad and his Time Life collections. I just want to know how the history is relevant to today. How exactly do they divide the current prisoners? What is their strategy for that?