Any weekend where you get to go swimming twice is just wonderful. This one here was just that. A beach party at a mega-fantastic crazy ass rambling mansion. Played tennis (well, we hit the ball a couple times usually far from the court), danced around a bonfire (where I learned that I have an entire fan club that has been documenting my dancing style), ended up naked in the water with about ten other folks (where I somehow lost my glasses not once, twice, but thrice-amazingly for pitch black underwaterness they were recovered each time). No talking without my pants on for hours, but I did walk around the party in my soggy underpants, much to the chagrin of our host (as I later discovered). Good time. And we made it back across the border, no problema (thanks (e:holly) for the ride).

The next day was at (e:Matthew) 's family cabin out by Westfield. It was a nice little spot nestled in a patch of forestland. The night was a little insane. This was my first time meeting most of his family, and they were just about all there. Everyone got super wasted (including a couple 15 year olds?), but I might've taken the cake. I ended up in the forest on hands and knees for goodness knows how long. From what I've heard of the night after I wandered off it was probably just as well. Many honors were besmirched, though apparently all forgiven in the morning sun.

And then... Another day at the beach!! Went to Bennett beach on Erie (as you've probably read/seen from (e:paul) and (e:matthew) documenting fools that they are). It was very nice. The blow-up mattress was very fun in the water, though the wind made it a bit ungainly. I did sommersaults down a sand dune (almost killing some poor guy). We collected little shells and beach-washed glass that will hopefully become some sort of accessory (though perhaps more likely end up in a pile or drawer for the rest of eternity). All 'n all great weekend spent with great friends. Heralding summer's end? We shall see. Perhaps nature has more surprises waiting?

Just Awesome! Who standeth in the way of nature in all her righteous fury?

Ima goin crazy. My damn job has got me in training right now for the last four weeks. It's driving me batty. Yesterday I really thought I was gonna jump up and scream or start scratching the skin off my arms. Today is my last day before a holiday weekend which is nice. Hopefully I will make it and won't injure anyone in the process. I apologize if I am not as nice as I usually pretend to be, but Ima goin crazy.

Thank you Begum biscoot for the invite, and yes indeed am I prepared for fine Indian cuisine followed by rump-shaking frivolity. I've been dutifully acquainting myself with the literature you suggested and am loving the glimpses of your country that I've so far experienced. Of course, the more I learn the more I realize what a huge expanse of land and culture India hides within its boudaries. I've just started reading VS Naipul's An Area of Darkness which is setting up a very different picture from the pictureque Delhi of Dalrymple's City of Djinns. Always best to get many sides to the picture, and they are talking about visits 40 years apart from one another. We shall see...

I am listening to Björk's new album, Medúlla, which (e:matthew) got for my birthday. Right now there is what sounds like a rabid wolf in the middle of engaging his in-heat bitch... The first half was pretty neat. Lots of choral sounds, which I appreciate. But, I will plead the fifth on judgement at the moment. She always takes a bit of getting used to. One of my favorite parts is just getting to know the songs, the words, the meanings, and the meanings behind them. Does anyone still think she's talking about the beauty of winter in Vespertine?

In response to people talking about their politics, I agree it can be uncomfortable. Not everyone is going to agree with you. But if you don't talk about it how are you ever going to let your ideas grow? I can't tell you how many heated conversations I've had with people who most would consider on my "side." I also hate this stupid party system. All it does is restrict your options. Especially when the terms mean so little now. There're liberal Republicans and conservative Democrats for heaven's sake. My question is, if you don't agree with them on tons of issues and you don't want to talk about being one, than why call yourself either. There's no law saying you have to give in to either side. Call youreslf a green or a libertarian or an independant, or refuse to be called anything. Vote by your ideals and not those of any party.

What's a little naseua and dizziness? Certainly worth it. 10% of my body weight would be like 17 pounds...and then if I do it over again I can lose another 15...and then just one more time to make sure I keep it off and I'll be down to right around 120 pounds. I've always thought 120 was the ideal weight to hang on my 6'2" frame. Thank you Sanofi-Aventis, the third largest pharmaceutical company in the world!

Also, this artist at the Elmwood Art Fest was really great. Her name is Fuyuko Matsubara, check her out! She had these great silk painting/dyes that were awesomely genetic/microbial/dryadical/etc... If only I had an extra 2-300 bucks lying around...

Wow!!

and Super-Wowie!!!

The Birthday season is in full fucking swing. Perhaps the most amazing yet in my short 25 years. Thank you to everyone. For the friends. and the friends. and the friends. I have such great fucking friends. When I think of moving I don't know how I will handle it without all of you. I might just take the lot of yall out and dip a rufie in each drink. The next day you'll wake up in the back of my U-Haul truck in thi middle of British Columbia. I will tell you there are creatures in the woods and you can't leave...Really I love you!!

Thank you for the calls from my out of town relatives and friends.

I love you mom and lovey and alex and elizabeth.

Caleb and Paris and the boys I miss you we need to talk more.

Dad, I got your message to late to call. I think about you a lot and love you. I am so much like you...

Thank you Brian. You always remember. I'll try...

And all the lost souls who have crossed my path, and lightened my load, and gave me love. Tonight I hope to see you in dreams. Cheesy I know. But true.

Argggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yahooooooooooooooo.

And please...
Cast the borad for me juz one more time.

You've heard tell of slurs at the Essex last night, and I will admit that I was the target of them. Strangely enough, this man comes up to me as I was talking (perhaps a little loudly) to the peeps and asks (e:southernyankee) what she's doin with a "smart-ass Jew". I was so dumbfounded. I just didn't understand where the fuck he was coming from. I am a 6'2" very white very blond very blue-eyed guy. If anything I look like the anti-Jew. Weird.

Anyways, we've got more po' people (hide the money ya'll) and uninsured in America now than before . Thank you Bush...



On the good(?) side, Bush is quietly admitting that Global Warming may exist and Cheney is taking a (non)stand against a marriage amendment, giving his lesbian daughter, Mary, as the reason .

And, the in the latest medical advance, we've been able to grow a man a new jawbone on his own shoulder, using some kind of mesh cage wired to his back . Very cool, but very weird.

My hair took an hour to be perfectly coifed.
My perfume matches my sweat to a tee.
Eyeliner lipstick and horn-rimmed glasses.
But Oh Lord what if i have to pee?

The hipsters were abounding tonight.
Around every corner.
They come in more shapes and sizes than I would have imagined.
Did you know it's already cool to be a Pink wannabe?

Dress up is fun though.
You need your own style.
One that suits you but isn't suited for you.
Yet isn't one word screaming to be heard...moderation?

It's all good to a point.
If it hurts to walk, or breathe, or just be...
let it go.
It's not worth it.
A decent conversation is worth five pounds of mascara.

Plus if you look like everyone else
(even if it's just everyone else in your personal posse)
you don't look like you.
Don't refract your beauty..
Shine your own song.
And wear cut-off Levis.

How does Missy do it? Her music transcends just everything. I just can't comprehend the genius that allows Missy to make my white-ass stir into booty-dance while at the same time clubs of "folks" are groovin all over the country. Amazing. Real art does just that though. It transcends space and time limitations, not to mention "class". Bougie-asses in the house, get down!!!



I had my first encounter with math rock tonight. It rocked. Just try and count pi five times backward. Here's some link from a random guy about mathrock (the russian stewardess is pretty hot anywho)http://www.rundevilrun.com/mathrock.html.



I must talk about the party. Yet words sound so feeble...how to explain...

Mr. Bing Bong had a big Ding Dong
Bitches in the house playin mad Ping Pong
Talk me a minute sing me a sing-song
Call it like it is but say it real strong

Party rockin makes me sad in a good way, there's too much of goodness. Wanna talk to everybody but only get a few minutes with each. Conversations diffuse. Usually into idiotic fun. Shoot. I need to go to bed. But shit, muthafucka, I wanna say more. Succinctly then. It was a great big fun time with tons of muthafuckas I ain't seen before. And tons of muthafuckas I don't see enough. My birthday couldna been better. It was perfect...thank you all for coming and just blowing the fucking roof off.

Just one more day of tedium and then it's time to [size=l]PARTY!!![/size]

Can't wait to see you all.