Tuesday, August 29, 2006

all the fun people

so i have a job these days, as a temp at adidas. they apparently have a big headquarters in north portland, 50min away by bike. today was my second day. 8am-5pm, watching security camera footage from their retail stores and counting the number of people that walk through the door. it's really pretty cool; i get to study random weirdos who don't know they're being studied. today i did atlanta and berkeley. yesterday: san diego and chicago. and there's a blessed 7-eleven RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD, where i got some twinkies and a danish today. fantastic. it's only supposed to last for two weeks, though, which has its pros and cons.

i got some black airwalks. slip-ons. and some black 'rustler' jeans from wal-mart. ready for the night.

i'm gonna go now. eat some food. it would appear that biking a lot makes one want to consume mass quantities.

and also: this simplicity is saving me.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

shopping list:



unconditional love

a sense of self


Monday, August 21, 2006

Used Those

Back from Portland. I would like to thank everyone who made that possible: Jesse, Ryland, Ryland's tent, Liz, Erik, that guy who I humped during the Sleater Kinney concert, and the now defunct yukalali which was shattered against my backside. As way of thanks: there is this. Big time. Big time.

Speaking of that Yukalali, here is the footage of its demise. (Go down and select free download and then it takes about 60 seconds to start downloading).

take it all

an update: the stripper LOVED my chrome bag.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


to howl; to wail.
this week's word brought to you courtesy of Knavery (my new name for the asshole) and the university of washington planner i just bought. i bought this particular planner over others because ululate is the word of the week in it. i found it so ironic and fitting as to be irresistable.
but there is no bitterness here.

only ululations keeping the neighbors up at night.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Cheese, PB, Salsa, Mustard, Bread, Lettus, Saraga, Saharamart

The title is taken from the back of my left hand. I skipped lunch today, and, well, that's what got written on the todo list. The last two are groceries, if that's not clear.

Monday, August 14, 2006

For GOod Luck

Stand on your head.

Talk about re-AL, we have merged with reality and E-merg-ed on the other side. It looks pretty much like a mirror image of life, only sillier. I haven't been on a mushroom binge in days, although I have found some of the most HILARIOUS shite on google videos. For ehxample: THIS aaaannndd THIS and last, but certainly least THIS.

ha HA!

Jonathan has melded onto a world of boars and flying stuff. I have learned how to make green curry and am going to attempt red curry wednesday. Call me Chez Scottay.

Peace, foos!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

what's been lost

okey-dokey, done with 63rd. gave up my key. fuck it. wow.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

laughing and crying; quoting.

I try to make myself realize that I have learned the difference between right and wrong. That there is such a thing as right and wrong. But instead I've learned that these are things - this "right," this "wrong" - these are things that we are told. Simply told to believe. These are things we have not tested. And while most of the things we are told may be true, it is not until we have tested them, taunted them, flaunted them, that we truly know they are right. Or wrong. Or true. Or false. Or somewhere in-the-fucking-between. And I think I know now a little better which is which. And I also know I'll never quit testing this world. I'll never rely on common knowledge. Or common denominators. Or even common sense, for that matter. To do so would be too, well, common.

So, I'll keep dancing in my costumes. Day and night. And I won't sleep as much as I should. And I will drink more than I should. And maybe, as I'm twirling and glittering, playing a retarded game of hide and seek in the middle of an open field, maybe, just maybe, whatever happoens next will be bigger, and I will forget that which seems so huge to me right now.

- genius passage from 'I Am Not Myself These Days' by Josh Kilmer-Purcell.

Monday, August 07, 2006


I'm excited today. Filled with desire to do. Work/School excites me- cooking up something in lab. A video game excites me, killing boars to collect gold to get a better sword. And, feeling really busy, like not enough time to think, just gotta go DO. But noticing those that fall along the way. My cousin's best friend had a heart attack and died in his sleep last week. A clasmate, my year, got fired from our lab today. I knew/know these guys, they're basically just like me. Blood/death smells bad. A mouse died in our wall, it smells real bad. I wish I could take this post somewhere grand, but I don't feel I have the time.

holy wow

the upstairs of the Center is completely empty. the garage is 98% empty. the downstairs fuckers are going to move out tomorrow. and then it will all be over. E and i moved this weekend; we made the obligatory u-haul visits to the reed dumpsters and value village. our new house is radical. and full. one step at a time: this morning i arranged the kitchen, stashed everything away. next comes the living room, then the patio. right now, i am at reed, in the ircs, using a newly-minted alumni account. there is no internet at the new house right now. but it's only a few minutes from here. i feel dangerously close to being a real person. nice new house, school on the horizon, Plans. god.

it's nice being here, in the ircs. so clean and calm. reliable. makes me feel holy.

this is uncharted territory.


Went to Krogers, got a
bag of lunch food,
Left it at home,
Hungry at work.

I had a bagel, so I ate that. Still hungry. Poptarts from the vending machine. Tasted like death. Ate them anyway.

Friday, August 04, 2006

I want to make romance inside of you

While making the Miller Light flow like wine last night, a friend of mine introduced me to Borat, which is perhaps the most hilarious thing I've seen since I first saw the Dave Chappelle Show. Case in point. And more. Keep it coming. Where have I been? Oh, right.

And further evidence:
Another time, after convincing the authorities that he was shooting a documentary, Borat managed to infuriate a crowd at a rodeo, first by saying that "I hope you kill every man, woman and child in Iraq, down to the lizards...and may George W. Bush drink the blood of every man, woman and child in Iraq", and then by mangling the words to "The Star-Spangled Banner". For his own safety, Borat was escorted from the venue.
ETA Portland: 6 days.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

just got this web-cam and I can't help stripping

everything is off the walls of the living room and kitchen and bathroom at the Center. it is hard to overstate the depressing seriousness of this step. the grapes are hanging proudly, though, dammit. they're gonna be there until the bitter end. we had some junk people come and take away a frightening mass of crap from the yard, including that old metal desk and the basketball apparatus. got some boxes and milkcrates from behind wal-mart, packed up the books and movies. still no place to go, though. which is really pretty funny. and my parents are here, wringing their hands over the whole thing. haHA. we have like nine days. plenty of time.

and calvin got a job! for three days at us bank via a temp agency. this weekend. sticking my toes in the water of reality.

sammy will be here soon, and then you will see. you'll all see.