05/23/2002 00:30:16 EST • tags: tangram.tv/rant
yes so here are some lists.
other good music:
- phonem, 'hydro electric'
- blackalicious, 'blazing arrow'
- edan, 'primitive plus'
- basement jaxx, 'remedy' (yeah yeah tres dumb I know shut up)
- the magnetic fields, 'get lost'
- belle+sebastian, 'legal man'
- susumu motherfucking yokota, 'image 1983 - 1998'
- blonde redhead, the french ep, whatever the fuck it's actually called, I dunno, I have it on ILLEGALLY COPIED MP3 AUDIO FILES so I don't know
- beastie boys, "paul's boutique" (but you knew that)
objects I broke in new york last weekend:
- old cellfone (startac, shitty, no antenna)
- favorite hoodie
- new cellfone (some samsung thing, shiny, worked great for +/-24hrs)
- 2nd favorite shoulder bag
- laptop pcmcia card slot
- bottle of shampoo
objects I purchased in new york last weekend:
- new cellfone, to replace busted old cellfone, see above
- lightweight nylon grey t5s jacket, to replace dead hoodie in rainstorm
- lame black backpack, to replace shoulder bag (actually maqui paid for this one cuz she totally rules and cuz she felt bad cuz the bag broke while we were climbing over the fence at the accessible end of macdougal alley so we could see the nyu president's expensive house, it was only 30 bucks or some such thing but my god that was a lovely thing to do, yes?)
- shampoo (see above)
things I called the collective establishment of sprint pcs, after I ran into supreme bullshit trying to deal with the dead fone, in the parking lot of the thai restaurant in albany last monday night where jesse and I had consumed strong cocktails along with dinner (which was pretty decent, the thai food was, at least by 'capital district' standards, that is):
- 'assholes'
- 'fucking assholes'
- 'fucks'*
- 'dirty fucks'
- 'dirty fucking assholes'
- 'ass-fuckitty cock-gobbling mutant shitfaces'
- 'imbecilic retards from mars'
- 'total fucks'
- 'space alien martian astronauts'
- 'wack'
- 'wackjobs'
- 'shit eating bastard wackjob fucks'
- 'complete and total fucks'
- 'unbelievable bullshit slave monster fucks'
- many recombinations of the above, I can't fully recall, I was drunk
food I got today at the organic grocery co-op (the highlights):
- stinky but delicious cheese
- 3 separate and distinct kinds of granola
- lasagna noodles w/ spizznatch
- enough avocados for a heart attack
- bottle of incredibly fatty milk
- olives stuffed with cloves of garlic
- fresh cider
- utterly pointless bottle of tomato sauce that will join the 4 or 5 identical bottles in the fridge and will remain there as a stoic testament to the fact that I really should make a fucking food list before I go to the store
fundamentally problematic debacles I currently face in life
- lack of cellfone (see above)
- lack of equipment access (they closed the studios and equipment room for the summer so I can't just reach out and grab piles of hideously expensive a/v equipment like I used to be able to)
- the usual "I miss new york / I want a real bagel / troy and the capital district sure do suck ass" type bullshit
- the fact that, although I really really do adore maqui, this shulemite character (see: 12, 16, and pages from my other journal if you're kool enough to know where I keep it at) recently emailed me and it's just bizarre really, cuz while my feelings for maqui are unvacillatingly good and all that all the old 'crush' type vibes from shulemite came rushing back w/ a vengeance just when I got her mail, and like I personally have never felt that way before, like I've never been 'into' two people at once really, not like this, and it's just utterly bizarre (as I mentioned) and quite disorienting. usually when I've been into a girl, I've been into her and that's been that. the simultaneous and disparate emotional swells I get when I think of either shulemite or maqui (and it's a real hellride treat if I should imagine them at once, like side-by-side in the mental picture) are fucking me up big time and generally driving me to avoid the real world and geek out a lot, as I have been for the past week and a half or so, not counting this last weekend, when I was in NYC and (as I mentioned above) broke a bunch of objects and (among other hectec shit) hung out with maqui, which was unflinchingly good, despite this internal emotional mess bullshit.
- the fact that I don't have a car and so when I have to get anything more significant than a can of soda, or go someplace further away than 'downtown troy', I have to bother my friends.
stuff I got in the mail this week:
- new, functional cellfone (thanks vicki, you rule!)
- 5 mini dv tapes
- 9 vhs tapes
- 4 no-brand blank dvd's that might suck, we shall see
- bill for the doctor copay, $10
- bill for student loans, $400+
- card from mom
- tax refund, yeah!
freelance and personal jobs and work in the pipeline
- website for my mom's rich childhood friend
- mpg2 and dvd installation stuff for michael oatman, who lives in troy and is like the greatest artist EVER, I have no link for him at the moment, but do take my word for it, his shit's HOTTT
- nato patch for this really dubious video/dance 'collaboration' 'performance' thing that a professor here (who shall remain nameless right now) is trying to do
- irunrap.com server transfer
- some new and different super-secret hifi-lofi conceptual bridge crossmodal fucked up bullshit that I can't tell you about right now but I assure you that when it's finally done it will knock your sweet bobbysocks right off
- some questionable but potentially ill exhibitions and performances in, you guessed it, NEW YORK CITY, all the info tba so I can shove it in your personal face, god willing.
places I have gone this year on the weekends to avoid troy:
- poughkeepsie, NY
- new york, NY
- orlando, FL
- san fransisco, CA
- boston, MA (goin' back this very weekend, in fact)
- washington DC (well not yet but that's next on my big list, yeahyeah, if you're from there tell me what I should do cuz like I don't know the place at all really)
things I paused the writing of this entry to do:
- serreptitiously dub 'style wars' grafitti doco from rental videocassete
- install perl modules on rap
- go to the bathroom
- drink 'dr. pepper' and eat 'milky way' food products
- change cd's and mp3 playlists around
- whup jesse's sorry ass at ping-pong
yes. oh but yes. it's all true.
-fish
