04/20/04 10:36 - ID#35222

My Issue

The gathering was impressive I have to say. And this from a skeptic of the current state of protests. But really. It felt good to be there. It almost made me believe that things are about to change.

Paul, Terry and Emily pretty much summed up the day. To be honest, this has been an odd day all filled with massive realizations about myself which started at 8:11 in the morning after I woke up from the fifth alarm I set. Here it is.

I live in squalor and I don't mind.

But I realize that this might be why I'm off. My motivation is shit and if I think I'm more tired than I've ever been in my life. You know what, this is to much to get into right now.

I need a drink. I'll be doing the allentown circuit if anyone's out and about. I might just really dedicate myself to getting proper drunk tonight, so I apologize in advance to all.

I do this because I can, and therein lies my issue . . . or at least the start of it . . .

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04/19/04 12:39 - ID#35221

The Wrong War

If you needed any more arguments about how much of a tyrant Bush is, read this editorial from Bob Herbert, from the Times.

It's called the Wrong War and 'tis brief . . . as a President's love. At this point, I don't think that even voting him out will make a dent in his plan. The damage is done and hate is in the world. Any hope? I'm looking for it.

I will be there tomorrow, rock in hand. That's most likely the only thing that will open this man's mind.

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04/18/04 11:34 - ID#35220

The Allegory of the Seashell, a question

So let's say that you find a shell, as you go walking on a beach one day. The storm has just passed and the beach is filled, and I mean filled with shells. You love shells, but after you look at them for a while, no matter how unique, you think, well maybe I'm ready for a different shell.

But this time you find one that's incredible, and I mean great. Your pockets are full and you cannot carry anymore, so you have to carry it in your hand. But you also have a coffee in hand, so really, your choice is to either pick up the shell and walk back home to read the New Yorker over banana pancakes and/or avocado, ham, mushroom, and cheese omelettes, or rather continue down the beach looking for more, knowing full well that the shell in your hand (assuming of course that you cannot get rid of the shells in your pocket, as they are for someone else and you don't have the right) will suffer the fate of being moved and dropped when you find one that suits your needs more. It doesn't care, but your guilt is larger than any feelings this thing might have.

So here you are. A beach filled with sea shells, and breakfast waiting for you, getting cold.

Keep looking . . . or go and eat your omelette, shell in hand . . . what do you do?

any takers . . .

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04/18/04 11:21 - ID#35219

what I did today . . .
and will do everyday from now on when it's above 45 and there's no hail

okay, well i just posted this and it looks weird. I didn't see those lines on when I drew it but hey, whaddyagonnado

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04/15/04 10:03 - ID#35218

Pirsig/Trzeciak

Sometimes it's better to travel than to arrive.

-Pirsig

More often than not, it's always better to travel than to arrive.

-Trzeciak

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04/15/04 03:34 - ID#35217

And what a good Woody it was (see below)

So I got married today to a certain emotional punching bag what calls me asshole. Oh it was tremendous - the bent up aggresssion that is.

So then I find out that this would be Mrs.Asshole has been married three other times! In the same goddamn day!

So we finished anyway because I'm never one to walk away from something I've started and of course, I'm catholic, so once you make the decision . . . besides I changed my name, so I'd like to know who's the real scammer here. Ha HA!

So she signs my cert and I sign hers and it's official, especially because it looks as though one person signed all of them. I know fate when I see it.

So then the moment of truth came . . . all over the place, and we parted. So of course like any other wedding, I ended up at the bar. And like Kermit says, we did just what we set out to do, thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you.

What a great pissed off wedding and I thank you Mrs.Asshole.

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04/15/04 01:58 - ID#35216

Woody or Will

Manhattan Murder Mystery or King Lear, that is the question.

Oh shite, ze water is boiled. I shall now have me tea for me ailing bod.

As Oliver would say, be back soon.

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04/13/04 05:04 - ID#35215

The play "Untitled"

So this is a cool thing. Apparently the Actors Anonymous Theater Company chose one of my plays for their one-act play fesitival in May.

The play is called "Untitled," and of course is drenched in allegory and symbolism. I'm sort of surprised they chose that one, but hey, whatever works.

So I guess this begs the question, in art, are you an artist if you show your work, or rather, do you need to show your work to be an artist? I'd consider myself a playwright, but until I get one produced, I find it difficult to say that.

Well maybe it's a case of whether or not you're a successful artist and or playwright. BUt then what is successful?

Ah fuck it.

I'll give y'all details when I know them, but you should check it out.

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04/12/04 03:02 - ID#35214

My computer has a mic. Weird, I know.

OKay, This is akin to an epiphany. Who knew about the flash chat shite on this thing? And I have a microphone! Life just became so much easier, thank you Paul.

It does keep on booting me off, so who knows, but ey, regardless. Laters sir, and thanks again.

I'm going to wake up my dog who is having terrible dreams right now. Hopefully it is of disgusting little dogs rather than thought of killing me.

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04/12/04 02:34 - ID#35213

I suppose I NEED sleep, damnit.

I mean what the fuck.

So I have all this shit to do and I have to go and pass out again. I'd feel better if I really passed out, but no. Damnit.

It's just that I'm legitimately tired, and that's just god awful. Sure, I'm up now, but I feel like passing out again. I won't be on the ball which again, fuck me.

What's one day right. Bastard. I'm just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

um.

I'm going to sleep. Before I break my computer.

Damnit.

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