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Lost in Un-Space

I really think that seeing my family and old friends in Detroit and NOT working was just what I needed to snap out of the funk I've been in for the past six months. The static in my head has quieted to a dull roar. I almost feel good about being back at work. I actually feel human again. 


Had a crazy night out at the Hayloft in Detroit. I ran into Steve and Andy from Cleveland..who were up visiting for a wedding and just enjoyed the company of old friends and aquaintances (and then of course felt them all up and made out with them).


I am making a few  resolutions this year that I plan on sticking to.  I know making resolutions on New Year's Day is lame because you can make them at any time really, but for me, I think it helps to think of a new beginning.
  • No more cigarettes when I drink. No more bumming them either.
  • Less complaining or shit-talking, and more listening and trying to get out of my own head.
  • More music-making and pursuing things I am passionate about.
  • Deciding whether to stay in NYC or move to Chicago / someplace closer to family.

My sister got me this book called the Raw Shark Texts.

It's a really interesting sci-fi take on the "guy awakes with amnesia" plot line.  If reality is a construct based on interpretation of raw information in the world..who knows what life might find itself in the endless streams, lakes, and rivers of communication and information out there. One may think of a meme as being alive (a kind of mutating virus really), jumping from host to host in order to spread.

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In times of loneliness and despair, Elvis Presley would talk about his stillborn twin brother Jesse

I am really looking forward to seeing 30 Century Man about the life of Scott Walker of the Walker Brothers. He has been a huge stylistic influence on some of my favorite artists including Radiohead, Brian Eno, Goldfrapp, and David Bowie to name a few.

Listening to some of the tracks from his recent album The Drift gives me some serious chills. If you like dark, spare, lyrically dense, kind of pretentious (and yet worth the investment) music...this is some truly amazing stuff.

This is the video for "Jesse"

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A few random disconnected thoughts from ADHD boy.

The Bush administration has focused mainly on voluntary industry efforts to modify loans, and those have not stopped the surge in foreclosures. - NYTimes

Really? You mean asking an industry to patrol itself doesn't work? That's SO shocking. Our government's relationship with industry is a festering sore that must be lanced.


I've decided that since reality is a construct that I should just stop pretending I have any control over it.  Let the cards fall where they may.  Worrying about everything is just giving me an ulcer.

However, Is it wrong that my entire life philosophy is ripped off of an Imagination song?

I leave for Columbus, Ohio today until Thurdsay for work.  Yay, per diem.


Saturday, I locked myself out of my apartment, I lost my coat check ticket at the Eagle, my cab driver was punched through the window in the face by an angry meth-addled group of teenagers in Chelsea while Pete and I were in the car...and somehow overall still had a wonderful night kissing a random guy, cuddling up with my "bros", and discussing race, identity, and queer space.

Oh, and the deli near Lorimar and Metropolitan Ave in Williamsburg has THE best sandwiches at 5am

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On why violence would be so much more satisfying sometimes.

I was shopping at Trader Joe's near Union Square the other day.  As per usual, the line stretched around the store. I was standing in line when I felt a cart bump into my ankles...not very hard...but still enough to make me turn to see who was doing it.  It was an middle aged black woman who seemed to not be paying attention...so I just let it go.

... two more times.... and I was getting really annoyed. 

So I said, "My legs are not bumpers, please stop pushing your shopping cart into them."  And then turned away.

Behind me I hear, "Well if you come to Trader Joe's you're gonna get bumped now and then."

So...I  ignored that..thinking that she had gotten the point.

.......So four more times the cart bumps into my ankles....by now I'm completely angry.

I whip around and say, "Look, stop pushing your cart into my ankles!"

"That's how it is at Trader Joe's", she says.

"Oh hell no, that's not how it is, how about you get in front of me and I push my cart into you?"

.... two more times which I ignore because I knew that if I kicked her cart back into her, I would become the asshole.

I heart the holidaze.


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The last autumn before my impending gay death

I think I am totally down for this flannel comeback. It's cheap, warm, plentiful, and available at fine thrift/vintage stores everywhere. My dream is to look like the hipster version of the Brawny paper towel man. I just need a bigger mustache to complete the update to my personal brand for the next decade of my life.

Now if I could just find my old Soundgarden cassettes and hemp necklaces (OMG, friendship bracelets!), the nostalgic return to the fashion and culture of my youth could be complete.
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I think I prefer the "Times of Harvey Milk" to Gus Van Sant's "Milk".  It was a good movie, don't get me wrong. However,  I was trying to figure out why it wasn't as powerful to me as the documentary. 

I think it's because Van Sant was too sympathetic in his portrayal of Dan White. I mean, I kind of felt for Dan White to be honest.   Also..one of the most powerful scenes in the documentary was the reaction to Milk's death..and the candlelight march.  And only the last few lines of text focused on that in "Milk".

I still think it was a good film, but I think I was gunning for a more gut-wrenching movie. Thoughts?
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My holiday

This was the second year of my tradition of staying in New York for Thanksgiving...it's really less of a tradition than a necessity, since I would rather spread out the time I spend in Detroit and save my money.

umkinda and I hit a Turkish "banya" together in Brooklyn on Thursday afternoon.  We sauna-ed, whirlpool-ed, drank tea with honey and lemon, ate potato pancakes with sour cream, and stared at incredibly rugged samples of male Eastern European populations.  I'd been once before and I am definitely going again this winter....only we're trying to hit Spa Castle now... My inner gay has been kicked into overdrive

After that, we met up with my friend [info]speedypete312 , Joshua, and his knockout ladyfriend Danielle to have a full turkey dinner at my favorite restaurant. It was incredible...

This is a picture from last year after Thanksgiving dinner. It was pretty much the same this year minus the pilgrim and indian hats and dancing bitches.