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A list of albums I like that you may have missed.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Baby 81 (2007) “Everyone’s got their own split factions … Every pawn will pay it’s price … I’ve been digging out in all directions
… I’ll see you through to the after life” – Weapon of Choice
Bomb – Hate Fed Love (1992) – “talking to god up on a mountain… sitting with satan in a bar… kissing your demented smile in the back of a stolen car…” – Hate Fed Love
Army of Anyone (2006) – “I… try… to… disappear. Can’t you see what I’m sayin’?” – Disappear
Boards of Canada – Geogaddi (2002) – “When lava pours out near the sea surface, tremendous volcanic explosions sometimes occur.” – Dandelion
Build to Spill – Perfect From Now On (1997) – “Every Thousand Years, This metal sphere, Ten times the size of Jupiter, Flies just a few yards past the Earth” – Randy Described Eternity
Foxboro Hot Tubs – Stop Drop and Roll!!! (2008) – “Do you want to elope tonight, Getting lost in the shadows, All dressed up like a switchblade knife, Let’s hang in love from the gallows” – Mother Mary
The Heavens (2008) – “there comes a time, to believe it all.” – If you’re lost for somewhere else to be
Jimmy Eat World – Clarity (2001) – “Somewhere I made a wish. With lucky Denver mint” – Lucky Denver Mint
Nick Drake – Five Leaves Left (1969) – “Show me what you have to show, Won’t you come and say If you know the way to blue?” – Way to Blue
The Stills – Logic Will Break Your Heart (2003) – “And I’m just so bored of wasting my time. Love and death are always on my mind” – Love and Death
Unified Theory (2000) – “Something tells me, That a drop of your wine Is sweeter than mine. Someone scared me Into opening my mind” – Not Dead
Urge Overkill – Exit the Dragon (1995) – “I knew the answer, I had all the questions wrong” – Somebody Else’s Body
and there I go.
Free flowing thoughts…
I reside in a plane of existence most unlike that in which most do. It is a place which affords me understanding, and allows me to see the way things might be, even if they’re not.
Therein lies a potential problem. Or am I being absurd?
Absurdity protects one from criticism. The ludicrous can shrug off most anything, chalking it up to absurdity. It’s easy for me to pretend that I’m being ridiculous, even when I’m not, when I’m ridiculous half of the time anyways.
But in all honesty, I see myself as solid as a stone. I’ll take most any absurdity to its logical conclusion. Or at least I’ll give it an honest effort.
here i am
Ahh yes… well I’ve put most everything in my life other than “social duties” and studying on the back burner. Well now, school is done for the year (in another 24 hours, at least). I’ve even quit my job. Quite near back to square one.
I could not be happier about that. This is a time of refreshment for dear ol’ doc. At this very present moment, a time for hope; here’s hope, for setting myself up with a reasonable, reliable job, which will be bearable while finishing of this dragon of a university degree.
I’ve got four months to do so. I cannot fail. Well… to be honest, I’ve got to work myself up to do a good interview. My academic record has not been exemplemary of my capabilities. I must find a way to accept this of myself, before I am able to sell it to a potential employer. Let the good times roll (role).
In the meantime, or afterwards, I will be finding supplemental employment to hopefully pay off my four grand in tuition debt. eep.
Hopefully, I’ll find some time to write and record my first record and camp out.
There is my summer. It’s like it’s already happened, in my own mind.
random thoughts of the night
note to self: look into the following:
A theory on bubonic plague as a biological weapon.
Records of people becoming mysteriously ill after coming back from Egypt.
A theory on the pyramids being a bio-hazardous defense to invaders. Kind of like when a dog gets a mouthfull of porcupine quills. Yum yum.
Yes, this is what I think of when I give myself time to think. Death, disease, and war. And pussy too, I suppose. Hence, perhaps, the reason I preoccupy myself with never allowing myself to be satisfied with my current life. And why I often think of simply finding a nice girl and running away to the sea with her.
here’s your meat for the day
http://www.vancouversun.com/Health/Half+turkeys+infected+with+avian+killed+today/1219979/story.html
Check this out. The picture at the top is reminiscent of something out of The Stand or something.
This is what eating meat has led to. Similar to humans, when animals are in continued close quarters with numerous other animals, disease spreads easily.
Come on people, smarten up. Why not limit meat consumption to once a week, or something like that? I’d wager that this wouldn’t be quite the problem if there were 1/10th the amount of birds out there. Limiting meat consumption is also a great way to alleviate world hunger.
We’re flirting with disaster of a pandemic proportion. Throwing caution to the wind, simply so we can taste the flesh. A disaster that kills.
Tonight, it was so cold outside, my eyelids were freezing shut.
I’ve decided that, during “reading week”, I will pretend to be homeless. I think I’ve got a solid plan for survival, and would like to put it “to the test”.
I will not sleep at home. I will not even be stepping foot within my home. I will be sleeping “on the streets”. I will be eating what I can scavenge. I will not be spending any money, other than what I can panhandle.
Why would anyone in their right mind do such a thing? Well, first of all, my right-mindedness is questionable, at best. Secondly, I’d like to know that, if anything ever happened (I found myself without a home), I’d be able to survive, even in the dead-cold of a Nova Scotia winter. Thirdly, this may be how I pay back my student loan debts. Last, but not least, I’d like to prove that homeless people have got a few things figured out that the rest of us could stand to learn from.
The only possessions I’ve decided to allow myself are a skinny little blanket; my touque, scarf, and mittens; my ukulele; a bottle of scotch; a few adult cigarettes; a fuckin’ big knife; my backpack; four wash cloths; a bar & bottle of soap; coconut oil; a toothbrush; two sets of clothing: one decent set, for use in public places such as the library; another with holes, rips, and dirt all over them for pity-on-the-street’s sake.
Actually, I’m going to have a locker at school to keep my computer (and perhaps a few other items) in, as well. I can’t go without it, especially if I am to blog about it.
I’ve decided to do this nocturnally; the main reason being that I figure I can get away with sleeping in the library from 8 am until 4 pm. Each day, I’ll pick a different spot in the library to “read” in, perhaps even a different library, to lower suspicion. I’ll bath in the washroom sink. I’ll still go to work, as usual, at 6:30 pm, but I’ll panhandle from 4 pm until then. Hopefully, I’ll make enough money in these two hours to survive for the next day.
Ahh, but what will I do from midnight ’till the library opens? This is the dangerous question. Very simply, I’ll spend my time in whichever late night establishment suits my fancy. I’m not going to name any names, but I’ve got one in mind where I’ll probably spend most of my time. I’d like to spend as much of my free time reading as I can (after all, this is reading week), and I don’t foresee much of a problem sitting in a corner, drinking tea all night/morning, enjoying my books.
I figure I’ll probably need about $15 a day to survive comfortably. $6 for a decent supper, $4 for a decent breakfast or lunch. Another $5 for the late night establishment. Other minor weekly expenses are going to include the loaf of bread & jar of peanut butter that will be on my person at all times (probably eat this at least once a day) and laundry.
So that, as far as I can tell, is that. If anyone thinks of any necessities I’m missing, please let me know before it’s too late! I’m looking forward to my new life abroad!
The Canadian government could do much better with us students
Why in the sweet fuck does the government incur interest on student loans? Perhaps the money they receive back in interest is less than the rate of inflation, or something like that… I never did make it to finance class, so I’m unsure.
In any case, it just seems so WRONG to me. And I am bitter. Have been for a long time. It seems scandalous. The government is in business to profit (make money directly, rather) from the education of its loyal subjects. Sounds like some kind of sick joke, when you put it that way, doesn’t it? There’s no need of it (I recommend finding your own proof of this, dear reader, if need be. I’m a lazy writer)
Why do we put up with this? I don’t think that a university education should entail 5 to 10 years (or more) of massive debt. That’s just not fair. Although, we the people sort of deserve what we get for allowing this to happen. I put forth that if we all got together and protested this, once a week, or even once a month, get our voices out there and heard, well I’d bet we wouldn’t all have to endure the financial hell that is the Canadian Student Loans program. I would certainly try to make it out to a protest like that, as often as I could. Too bad I’m too lazy or scared to organise something like this, but at least I care enough to say something about it, even if it is just a squeak of a scream.
a quick statement reagarding my own health
There’s probably not much in the world that would make me feel stronger than being able to fully recover from a cold in a matter of four to five days.
Certainly not sitting here on the couch while all matters and sorts of bones within my body creak, pop, grind and moan, and ache. Something tells me that holding this laptop for hours a day doesn’t help matters, either.
Either way, it seems like it’s been a long, long time since I’ve recovered from a cold that quickly. Perhaps that last 4 to 5 days was simply the interesting tale end of an awesome three week-long flu. That’d be quite the bug.
my roommate…
My roommate told me “there’s no toilet paper”. I wish she were more specific; I ran down the street, screaming “Jesus I believe, save me”! I figured the only thing she could have meant was that the economic collapse was much more dear than we thought, the pulp mills shut down last week without fanfare (to prevent mass hysteria), and now we must pay the piper. Being, the bidet maker. ha, hah!
