02/18/04 01:43 - ID#35446
Zinnteresting
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/17/04 12:09 - ID#35445
who'da thunk it
What an eventful morning I've had thanks to shawn, talk of AIDS and some snuff porn. Though I didn't actually see any real snuff (where someone dies), just some random weirdness. The Snuffx site has the Paris Hilton video for those who want to see. Also found this highly disturbing, yet somehow hilarious picture.
Bootyful. Can't say I'm really into mixtures of violence and sex. Maybe an asslap or two here and there but that's about as far as I go. It's a sad side-effect of our masculine macho-dominated culture that makes these two extremes meet for many people. Like love and obedience. 'Snuff fo now.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/16/04 11:50 - ID#35444
control and trust
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/16/04 01:00 - ID#35443
Cool 50's retropropaganda
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/14/04 09:52 - ID#35442
Whoarigami
So I thought I was pretty cool with my ten origami tricks. This guy is simply amazing. I honestly hadn't even imagined origami this complex. I think he must have like 12 miniature fingers on each hand and a computer brain. Take a look.
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02/14/04 07:25 - ID#35441
New addi(c)tions
RUDOLPH GALLEY & SONS
2722 CLINTON ST
(716)822-9298
(take 190 to S. Ogden exit then head left on Clinton, it's on the left)
anyways, they have really cheap plants. We bought ten or so today for like $1.99 each. They're pretty small, but I kinda like'em that way, cause then wehen they start to get big you feel accomplished. Ridiculous thing is that the pots (just plain ole clay ones) cost $.99 and then you have to buy the drainy thing for underneath for an additional $.99, so it comes down to costing as much money for the pot as for the plant. Someday I will live in a house with no walls showing. Only assorted wild things growing.
Cremaster was strange (well, duh). I saw numbers one and two. One was neat but boring, pretty hyper-colors, dancing ladies, and grapes. Too long for the concept. The second was better, more plot, interesting "story". And of course plasticene love-making. Beesemen. Hives and the queen. I am skipping three, it's three hours long. I am sure it will be the best, if only cuz I'm not there. I need some crisco.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/13/04 01:41 - ID#35440
Fractures in civil equality
A bunch of black ministers in Boston have decided that gay people shouldn't have the right to marry like the straight folk. It kinda hurts. I just hate when civil liberty issues get splintered. I always feel that because I am a member of a minority group it makes me associate and feel for other minority groups. We all have to battle against opperssion in whatever form it takes. Through common persecution we have power. Splinters like this take our power, fracture it, and open holes in our commonality. How would it sound if I said that I thought black marriage demeaned the sanctity of white marriage. That the fact that two people who loved each other , but were different from me, was justification for me to deny them rights that I myself enjoyed. It's especially not fair in respect to the fact that so many gay people were at the forefront of the civil rights movement, helping to get balck people the rights that they enjoy today. Shame on these ministers. I am saddened by the fact that they believe their merciful god would condemn so many to live in unequality.
On the positive, San Francisco's mayor has told his county clerk to begin issuing marriage licenses to gay people . Already over 50 couples have been married. Thank you radical San Fran for leading the way to what should be common sense.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/12/04 02:07 - ID#35439
Little sick
Today I am little sick. I've been a little sick all week. Not sick enough to say I'm really sick, just a little sick. I have been feeling the i'm-gonna-get-sick-feeling since Monday. I take it to mean that my immune system is still very functional (despite the abuse I put it through) and holding the real-sick at bay. Paul says he feels real-sick. I feel sorry for him. He'll chug the eccinacea (on sale? for $10 yikes!) til he's better though. I blame the sickness on the hell-job, 500 people shouldn't be stacked on top of each other with poor ventilation for hours on end.
Everybody should read The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (It's the If Everybody Read the Same Book thing, check out Matt's journal [inlink]userName=matthew&blogID=131,[/inlink]). She's is first of all a genius about just about everything, not to mention pretty damn hot. The book takes place in India in the 60s-80s and she uses such neat language and describes her story in a quasi-political context (the story is not about politics so don't be worried if you're not into that). Her writing style is unique, kinda reminds me of Toni Morrison crossed with Kurt Vonnegut.
Lastly, the Cremaster Cycle is coming to Market Arcade this weekend and into next week. Here's a link to the website (thanks Emily for the link):
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02/11/04 01:58 - ID#35438
Corporate Socialism
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Location: Buffalo, NY
02/10/04 03:12 - ID#35437
Yeah, I know, no one's gonna read it
what, he can't go outside now
"Put him out..."
She's standning right over him now demanding that he, "put that thing out of it's misery." Somehow I have no choice but comply. My hand moves to the hammer. I raise it over my head and bring it down. The tortoise flinches. The hammer comes down again, and he knows that something is wrong, that this just shouldn't be happening. There is no circumstance that he should be involved in that has him crashing a hammer repeatedly into an animal. I think of just hitting the head. One final blow that will finish it so I can just end this horrid experience. But somehow he doesn't do it, the thought of just missing floats through his head; what if I take it all the way off and it...uggghhh. With one final blow to the abdomen the creature mercifully desists struggling against its fate. And then, I just woke up, and I was thinking like what a fucked-up dream to have. And what does it mean. And like what kind of person has these kind of dreams. And then I read everyone else's bizzare dreams/experiences of late, and agree with Rachel that it's the end-of-winter depression setting in. I still hope to not have such horribly realistic fantaies flitting through my slumbering night-mind. Poor tortoise. I hope I don't innardly hate him. It didn't look anything like you, don't worry Boz. Out.
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