paulnotpaul says "i'm not really sure that's the kind of feedback he's lookin for"
but he also said it's "right on"

so hey.....

paul,

disclaimer: i go off on tangents when i'm trying to make a point (as you most likely know), so....with that in mind....
ok--here is a little story about my weekend thus far that directly concerns this site. paulnotpaul and i went to comix cafe in the hopes to be entertained with 'something different,' which i am ever on this elusive quest for and which subsequently drives us both crazy as the results are usually disappointing. case in point for this joint, for after wasting a good amount of time in line, and then $ on tix and bad food, the "comedy" began. it was disgusting. the bit opened up with the one guy, who has an awesome talent for making sound effects and accents, unfortunately using it to chronicle a "typical" day as an iraqi. so the sound effects were air raid sirens, helicopters, and bombs dropping in the middle of prayer chanting, and an iraqi (or the american accented version of what an iraqi sounds like--arabic is quite a language to behold when spoken but what do we care, the whole world should speak english right) saying "this is not good". people were eating it up. we were outraged. i'm still not sure why i didn't stand up and scream that it's *our* fucking president's agenda/vendetta/pocketbook that got us there, and that people are being fucking *killed*, and the reason 9/11 happened in the first place is because ignorant fuck americans sit in comedy clubs and laugh about what they think it's like to be foreign, and what they think it's like to be bombed. i should have stood up and screamed that, but i'm sure a joke would have been made of "one of those anti-war america-hating liberals who don't like it when the freedom to say such things is being fought for" so instead we just got up and left, 3 minutes into the show.
well, it ended up being a good thing, because we (finally) came to the realization that to go out into the world and try to entertain ourselves is folly, and we're being fucking stupid to keep trying. the free time that we do have has to be devoted to doing things in our community to better it, otherwise we're just as stupid as the stupid fucks amused by the lowest common denominator, paying money to be entertained. really, we have little right to bitch seeing as how we don't do much to remedy.
AND NOW, THE POINT IS> as an example of just the opposite, we talked about you and this project and the community it's formed. how this site has attracted writers who for the most part are fed up with america and with the way society functions, and who need a forum in which you can be both informed and entertained as a person awake, thinking, and actually employing their senses. not a single person who writes on this site would laugh at someone making a joke over an iraqi praying and a bomb dropping on him or her. that means a lot. a lot of people are sleeping, or don't care. if they aren't, you don't often get the opportunity to meet or talk about those things. i don't post news or political updates but i read what others have and form opinions on it. i can read about hodown's adventures in nyc, or see holly's neato photoshop thingys, and matt's drawings, and (tonite albeit) zack's photos. it's art and tech stuff and ideas and anger and stories and daily this and thats and personalities and whatever you want to say, but never boring or the typical self-involved blogging. and that is a great thing, so kudos to you.
and then there is the writing, of course. anything that gets me writing and not feeling weird about it, like it's supposed to be this big something great, is a great frickin feat. writing is a hang up, i'm not sure why. oh and it's weird, but the little star plays its tricks.... you should definitely keep that.
and i think i've fallen in love with my 3 boobed galactic she warrior....can i be her someday?
that's all for now. t
t

some kind of news is shrinking my space,
uniform news for a uniform place, today i wondered-if i was a machine, just
what kind of machine would i be, movies and music are nothing but words, letters like seeds that are eaten by birds but rather than some bird of paradise, these ones are crows who only suffice
when clocks are ticking
and ticking
and ticking away

you know, machines break someday

oooooooooohhhhh lord, the world is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo strange lord canya help me? info overload-- system reboot, just how do we choose which moments of our day will be made into speech is it a choice at all or are our personalities like programs that scan through so much, choosing what pertains what lies in what we discard i wonder is there a way to find out without chemical

when making nylon, as long as you supply the chemicals under the correct processes, the product will never stop making itself

dearest terry et.al.,
please do not throw us in friendship jail!

our weekend of fun was abruptly ended
since consolations must be lended.

wishing of so much snow time mirth
in a cabin like lincoln was birth'd

but alas! t'was birth's opposite
that kept us apart from it.

sorry to all whose funds were decreased
by those who must visit the recently deceased

hoping fun was had by all...
trisha and paul