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just slept 12 hours, ew. and had slept 2 hours last night from 7-9pm. woke up to voicemail from last landlady. think i'm losing my deposit due to spark. going to see the dirty three tonight at the southern theater. Pet Shop Boys with Darren on Wednesday at the State Theater, Main Floor Row J. good for PSB, right? Oh I got these John Foxx mp3s from this guy that I like, really really like, like OMG. so fookin cute, but how come i like so many guys at once? but damn i have good taste. John Foxx sounds like david bowie's voice over japan's music or something, how come i've never heard him before. so much anxiety about returning landlady's call. kinda want to curl up into a ball but will probably go for a bike ride instead. did you know i got hit by a car while biking while going to work. he hit me while he left a stop sign where he was supposed to wait for me to pass, drove over my bike i flew in the intersection damaged my shin, but then i picked up my change that flew everywhere before i even looked at my bike even, because i am confused about what i should do after i get hit by a car. the driver bought me a new bike, said everything happens for a reason, and called me an angel. i really miss my bike. this new one is pretty lovely though.
kayla moved in, amelia moved out. so far so good. Happy Birthday, Joanie! Lurve you.
Gonna go bike away the pain?
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| i got stuck with the lame superpowers. |
[31 Jul 2009|01:24pm] |
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woke up to a fly or something of the like stuck in my hair. that was a first to catch one while i'm not actually moving, but just to ensure i disgust some of you, I catch winged bugs about once a week in my hair when i am on my bike or even walking. the first time i recall it happening, i was walking home listening to my headphones and heard this rather loud repeating beating sound, and thought it was my tape player acting up. so i turned that off, and still heard this beating noise, and thought, 'oh cool, another pair of headphones bite the dust' and took those off but the sound was still there. Then I thought it was emanating from the house i was walking past, but realized the sound was just as loud as i kept walking, and had a freakout moment where i said 'ok now is the time where my brain or ears are bad and i have some fatal disease?' ...then i realized the sound may have resembled the sound of a dragonfly moving its wings.so then i in a panic wipe this bug out of my hair. i never saw it. i never do, i wipe them out and they are gone (hopefully). i can't find any bug guts in my hair later. i'm not such a good vegetarian, since i have hair that eats bugs, but i'm just trying to give the spiders a rest from all that bugcatching. my hair is a spiderweb in essence.
and kayla cut one of my dreads in half yesterday. once you cut one open, it is kinda like Body Worlds. everytime i make someone cut one of my dreads in half, they make an uncomfortable noise while they are doing it, and i say 'what does it look like?' and they can never describe it, say i have to see it, but i cannot see the back of my head. and i say 'what color is it?' and they cannot describe that either. a color that has never been seen before so therefore has no name? how lovecraftian of my disgusting hair. i realized i have had the same bottles of aveda shampoo and conditioner since october 2007. what the fuck is my problem?: i have a condition where i experience the passage of time at a much faster rate than you. i have learned to compensate for this condition by talking infinitely slower so you can hear me, but a 33 day period for you feels like 3 days to me. this accounts for not having anything to show for this life and having a blank persona. if experience precedes essence, i am still awaiting that experience. my to do list is half of a notebook long. therefore it only crosses my mind to wash my hair once every ten days, and i have the ability to stay at a job for 3 years (wait, it is more than 3.5 since i thought of it) with the intention of trying all the 30 darjeelings there in this time, and maybe having half (1000 days of darjeeling and puerh neglect). and i will stop and think of how i have been listening to the same 3 records in my tape player for a year now. what is this: 1.5% of my life listening to the same music assuming i actually live to be 75.
This is Joanie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) 1petal) at my favorite restaurant Little T's.
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[23 Jul 2009|04:50pm] |
omg,i just realized i have photoshop still. i will be playing with contrast/brightness and threshold for stencils.midlifecrisis.
p.s. the spacebar is not working on my computer very well anymore :(
woke up with a package at my door of cds and t-shirts from paul robb. this made me sooo happy.
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| calluses and canada |
[14 Jul 2009|10:39am] |
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i am building 3 calluses on my fingers. Two from riding Kayla's bike (I really like mine better. hers is one of those luxury bikes with shock absorption and cushiony bikeseats for fat asses like my own... i like my bike to be more cold and less loving. like my men) alas, my bike's brake cables broke (luckily this was discovered whilst going uphill, gawd, that could have sucked otherwise) and her bike doesn't have that trashy moldy foam on the handles (which i like, cuz i like my handlebars like my men, trashy)
eleanor moves to toronto tomorrow for grad school, maria moved to milwaukee 2 weeks ago, and then she is off to prague for an indefinite amount of time (something about needing to get away from mpls). tryouts for replacement close friends tomorrow. help.
found the book _Die neuen Leiden des jungen W._ (_the new sufferings/sorrows of young W._) for a dollar yesterday. this book is so adolescent. it is a remake of Goethe's _The Sorrows of Young Werther_ that takes place when it was written (in the 70s.) i read the enlish translation when i was still a teenager. but, i am certain it is still a good story (and will hopefully help me learn german), and anything that pays homage to _the sorrows of young werther_ deserves the time of day. please read goethe's _the sorrows of young werther_. you'll be confused how a 200 year old novel could capture teenage angst better than john hughes and salinger.
saw vnv nation with jeni and trace last wednesday. going to slim cessna friday.
Came home to discover more bikes at the Playboy Suicide Mansion. :D
Joanie and I can finally go biking together
My simulated old school INSOC shirt (i hate tshirts made after, like 1991). so that is how i got a callus: from making lots o' stencils with an X-Acto blade without the X-Acto knife. cuz i'm punk.. or unable to find my knife.
Axl Rose walked in my room to try on a labcoat? no, that's my sleeping mask. axl rose came in to wear my sleeping mask.
thank you for not moving away, everyone else.
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| it all looks like what had been |
[04 Jul 2009|02:15pm] |
I looked out the window and finally noticed a surveillance camera planted on the building across directed right at me. Then I noticed another several feet away pointed in the same direction at me, and when i saw more on different buildings all pointed at me I realized who these cameras were for, and that this was the only spot "they" could find to put them. I was being spied on for that incident the day before when I attempted to communicate with the lonely poor man (which Jordan encouraged me to do). I uselessly throw a towel up to cover the window but it wouldn't stay and fell to the ground. Though they thought there was some reason to watch me, there really wasn't. Then men who appeared at first to be firefighters were lowered from the sky on ladders and immediately begin to dismantle these cameras (and I think those giant stage lights on the roof). They waited until i noticed the cameras before doing this, then i was in a bookstore with my dad. i suddenly realized that this was an alternate universe and the apartment i was just in wasn't actually my apartment but was set up to trick me into thinking i was at home. this was really my dad, and i yelled at him "NOTHING HERE IS REAL BUT IT ALL LOOKS LIKE WHAT HAD BEEN!" I wanted to use the word "post-modern" to him but this was real life and not just a book about theory. Now came the rejection of the world here. I threw out all the books from the shelves into a pile on the floor (it crossed my mind to put them into grocery bags, which i then realized would be contradictory). then two different editions of the same book were thrown in the pile: Numbers by Nino Rota and someone else I don't recall. Gershwin's "Summertime" began to play and i was compelled to pick up the smaller paperback of Numbers to read later. These had been my Dad's books. Then I drank water from a fountain and one of the "firefighters" threatened to shoot me in order to save water for the cat, but he didn't. What had I done wrong contacting the old lonely man?
(a dream. i don't think nino rota wrote books)
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[04 Jul 2009|02:13pm] |
Gawd, i love bikes.
My love interest is not as responsive as he used to be. he used to write me nice things. like "pillow smells like you. mmm" and "i like your part of my sleep cycle". stupid, i know, but i was pretty smitten, but i guess he is halfway between my age and my dad's age. no, that just makes things uber interesting. gawd, what a hawtie. i suck at "love" though. but i really am not as broken hearted as i usually am when a guy drifts away. i usually recover in a few weeks to a few months, after listening to tom waits and sleeping a lot, but i am trying to separate myself from notions of love from disney movies. but it is a lovely thought that it could last a while. today four of my friends and i met up to go out to eat, and we began talking about our parents, and we noticed that all of our parents were divorced. yeah the divorce rate is high, i think this indicates that marriage is not the answer. i like to take that erich fromm stance (yeah, advice from a new age ...intellectual) that long term love should be thought more of as a business deal instead of a magic spiritual experience.
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| miss Corrigan |
[15 May 2009|05:24pm] |
My 2nd grade teacher came to my work to buy "Japanese tea" a couple days ago. She was a very special person to me. I usually loved all my teachers, but I think we had especially bonded. I guess in a way I was always afraid of running into her, and for her to find out that i really didn't do anything with myself. I guess I don't know why i flattered myself into thinking she would remember me. but she was a big deal to me when i was 7.
she let me skip the handwriting exercises and play on the computer instead (which i'm pretty sure the other kids resented) and recommended books to me (eg: anastasia krupnik)
i wouldn't have recognized her but when i read her name on her credit card, i asked if she taught 2nd grade. i told her my name, and she claims to have remembered me, said i was really smart, and rushed out immediately. so that was that, 2nd grade teacher kinda remembers me 18 years later.
i think my blind boss caressed my arm waaaay too long today at work. more on that story never. gawddamnit
anyone wanna go to "transmission" tonight at the fine line? joanie left me.
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[08 May 2009|02:15pm] |
this guy (carlos d with spikes) is going to break my heart. i met him the same night i met information society, i'm smitten. this is a picture a score+ old that i found of him on teh internets. i googlestalk
also, i love living with joanie, she gets me out of my house so i don`t stay at home staring at a wall all day.
that`s all, i`m working actually now. and my boss is blind so he doesn't know i am on my fookin blog, wtf is my problem.
and i'm not sure if this housewarming party will happen before we move out. joanie and i were thinking about having droogs over anyway on sunday night.
i sang (NO, "sang") "bus stop" by the hollies with k-la the other night at grumpy's karaoke. grumpy's has a lot o` good songs.
might go to a show with joanie tonight of her friend's band at stassiu's (SP?!?!OMG)
love!k
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[22 Mar 2009|12:52am] |
there i just saw mindless self indulgence finally. i was hoping to get to first ave just after the opening acts, and hope that i would get there just in time for msi. this is exactly what happened. and i got on the guest list at the last minute thanks to a nice friend, and alas, i was surrounded by 16 year olds. oh well, it was a good show itself, jimmy doesn't stop moving, and i dont know if he is being sarcastic when he makes fun of the audience? no encore though. i love the synth bits, and he does have a great voice and has this thing about him where he is so fucking annoying but so endearing at the same time. actually he reminds me of a hamster. cute, little, messy, probably bites sometimes, squirmy. i think that was a pretty good metaphor. i had a hamster once, but named him isiah after isiah thomas (cuz i thought he was cute when i was 11!)
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| omfg information society minneapolis one week |
[21 Mar 2009|01:14am] |
Our favorite Minneapolis boys are returning to Minneapolis (cuz they are in Cali and Portland now) to play a show at the Varsity. So, if anybody asks what you are doing on Saturday, make sure you remember that you are going to the Varsity to see Insoc, do not make other plans, they have not been here for I don`t actually know, but I think 16 years or something bloody crazy like that. So engrain it in your head now, Information Society - Saturday March 28. Actually here, buy your ticket now, or get it at the Loring Pasta Bar tah tah tah-day, and don't tell anybody you don't own fucking 'peace & love, inc' ;) was that too capitalistic for you? oh well, here's more, the show is not being advertised well, i think i am the sole person hanging up flyers around town (because i haven't seen any flyers around except for the places i hit) and it's much too expensive for the promoter to advertise in newspapers and radio (except jack 104 or something?) so... tell your friends who care too.
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oh and cuz this is my blog, i biked into a giant pothole on 28th street by the hospital and flew pretty hard, i'll have to post my bruises once i find a usb cable from phone to computer. this is a psa to watch for potholes, even if you see them coming like i did and think you can handle it, maybe you might fly. and the cars don't care.
that's all i got for now,
love,k
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| i`ve got to write it down and it won`t be forgotten... |
[01 Jan 2009|11:23pm] |
samuel delany webcast
walker is playing derek jarman's movies late february
jessica j!!: elizabeth peyton paintings at the walker...february 14 remember how hard it was to order her book 10 years ago and now you can see them in person
Labyrinth ยท Jan 24 at the uptown
Let the RIght One In at the riverview theater tah-tah-tahday til the 8th (think i'm going on friday?)
Information fookin' Society at the Varsity Theater. Tickets will go on sale (approximately) 01/03/09 @ LORING PASTA BAR $20 Advance, $25 door
scott weiland jan 31 at pantages , whooooo,
de/vision and seabound at ground zero january 9 $20 or something , blah, 2 bands coming from germany though?
and many more things i cannot quite afford!!...
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[19 Nov 2008|02:14am] |
quick entry since my roommate is trying to sleep in this room since her attic room is the temperature of your refrigerator (and so is my room incidentally--there is a hole where the wall meets the window, lame):
let me be the first to tell you that information society is indeed coming to minneapolis in march to the varsity theater. i JUST found out. (the show jeni and i were going to go to in florida got cancelled anyway).
i am quite giddy and ready to die now, i am so happy.
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[08 Nov 2008|02:28pm] |
hi friends who may actually check lj in time for this:
please meet me at the bad waitress at 10:00 tonight (saturday) on account of it's my birthday (well after midnight) ... on nicollet and 26th street
xo,
k
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| gonna see todd haynes again |
[14 Oct 2008|04:41pm] |
Winton Chair Lecture Series
Author Greil Marcus holds this fall's Winton Chair in the College of
Liberal Arts and is teaching a short course in the Department of
Cultural Studies and Comparative Literature, "The Old Weird America."
- *Rennie Sparks* of the Handsome Family folk duo will discuss,
"Pretty Polly and the Itsy Bitsy Spider -- Strange Fascinations and
Mysterious Bloodshed in the Wilderness of Folk Song" -- 10/15, 5:00
p.m.
- *Todd Haynes*, director of the 2007 critically acclaimed Bob Dylan
biopic _I'm Not There_, in conversation with Greil Marcus -- 10/29,
5:00 p.m.
- *Greil Marcus *will present "Blackface: Then and Now" -- 11/10, 4:00
p.m.
- *Robert Polito* will give a presentation and dramatization of
Hollywood and God, his forthcoming collection of poems, lyrics,
essays, collage and narrative -- 11/12, 5:00 p.m.
_Please join us for a reception with refreshments and conversation
with the speaker after each event._
All events are free and open to the public, and take place in 155
Nicholson Hall, University of Minnesota east bank campus, 216
Pillsbury Drive SE.
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[20 Sep 2008|01:59am] |
OK LISTEN TO THESE! sameish song?
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[19 Sep 2008|03:01am] |
mod podge and a bike are two things i've recently taken advantage of, (asshole). unfortunately i am anticipating a case of cabin fever, due to the end of summer and thus the end of bikeable weather.
not yet, though, i am trying to get psyched about taking buses again.
this interesting fellow who visits my work wrote a nice note to me, asking me to get a cup of tea or coffee with him ... it was nice of him, and it was such a nice note, i always find him interesting: he prefers weird sleep schedules and is a cook for a living, and kinda looks like gab but he is at least 10 years older. but i didnt reply since these things make me feel nauseous.
i broke a computer a couple months ago and had to replace it , it wasn't mine, it fell on the floor and the monitor broke and i shed a few tears since that $500 could have been used to pay for a few college credits or a trip to california or for 400 or so avocados. erm, i am using the new (used) one now, it has a bigger monitor, and even though i paid for it (tiff subsidized me a bit to make things better for me) it still isn't technically mine since it was a loaned computer. i bought it the day after i broke from some guy at craig's list. we met at mcdonald's in midway, and he told me that the little specks of brown at the bottom were the result of coffee spillage (but i don't believe him because i think he doesn't really know what they are)
i'm going to see information society on halloween with jeni. that $500 could have been used to buy one of you friends a ticket.
nicole, sorry i missed you yesterday , hope you guys had fun.
-k
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[21 Dec 2007|01:41pm] |
glad i still exist here, i got deleted on myspace but with no explanation. so thanks for not cracking my password nemesis, whoever you are, here and completely erasing my online identity. incidentally i don`t get a chance to get online but maybe twice a month. it kinda sucks and it`s nice too. either way , time moves way too fast.
i was hoping this would happen for a while: crispin glover is going to show his movie at the oak street movie. on feb 1 through 3rd
tickets are $20
link here
no time to check friends` page cuz tiff and i are going book shopping and later to hear live music at 331 club
love, k
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I was walking towards the laundromat on 10th ave and 4th street se and some boys were about to _walk_ onto the freeway entrance to 35w and so i asked 'do you need some help?' and they told me that the 35w bridge just collapsed and they were trying to figure out how to get their car (i am still confused about this) ... they pointed at this woman standing next to her parked car on 35w below us (we were on the bridge over the highway) and she was on her cell phone and they told me that she was the last one to get over the bridge before it collapsed. she had talked to these boys and they said she felt the bridge shake and "floored it" to the other side and just then the bridge collapsed. a few minutes later the sky got all cloudy and it smells like fireworks smell and so i went home but everybody is walking towards the accident that i can`t help but think i am going the wrong way, why is everyone going towards it? it was eerie . the woman who was the last one was still there and there are so many cop cars and undercover cop cars and firetruck cars driving past, i keep hearing sirens. i am thinking about everybody i know. if things we trust can collapse like that, we should never trust anything, just because it is there doesn`t mean we can trust it
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