Melting paradise / Famous security lights in backyards that turn on for no reason throughout the night, throughout history / Radical homelessness on the potentially endless and fruitless path to radical comfort
Um so yeah.
Last night was the first concert ever to happen at the record store. The GDDWB played. On the back deck earlier tonight, Andrew claimed that the internet recording he heard of theirs was “the worst thing [I] have ever heard.” It wasn’t so bad. I was so tired that I fell asleep when I went home afterward to make a snack. The snack was a bagel with goat cheese on one half and marmalade on the other. In dreams two sisters stole the boombox from the back of my car while I drove east down Market Street. They laughed on their bikes and I drove after them. After driving into a chainlink fence they trashtalked me and I chased them further, crashing into both of their back wheels at once. I got out of the car and had forgotten about the boombox in the dream. We fought and I punched one of them in the mouth, but soon we were better and we went to their co-op. It was a converted horse stable with painstakingly crafted wooden fences and carefully raked rows where vegetables were planted. The younger sister told me I was standing in the tomato row and I apologized. We went into their house which was white concrete and undecorated and distorted. The walls didn’t meet up correctly with the floor or ceiling and gravity was not absolute throughout, in that there was no distinct “down.”
After work today I talked to folks from the DWB on Mike’s porch. I drank coffee and we went to Tommy Gun’s where I had suspect chicken instead of deep-fried mac and cheese. Out of the delicious frying pan and into the delicious fire. Stuck between a delicious rock and a delicious hard place. Deliciously damned if you do, deliciously damned etc. etc. We went swimming at devil’s and sat on the bridge for a long time afterward. At Jon’s I drank beer and talked to Susy about our supposedly forthcoming camping trip.
Susy’s wisdom teeth came out. I asked her if she could save them in a jar for me to keep as a totem but when she woke up and became coherent she said they cut the teeth into pieces before they took them out. I ate a plate of ribs while she was lying in bed with {Proof} on pause. Was it seven years ago that Jeremiah told me how brackets are extraneous and goofy in titles? Eight?
At the beach I peed in the dunes behind the forbidden zone, ate five kinds of fish, played cards, sat in the hot tub and wondered how my family can conceivably continue to do this year after year for nearly twenty years without getting bored and tired. Perhaps it won’t be until the fifty-fourth year that they finally decide to use that week to take a vacation from the vacation. It’s a separate life with it’s own problems and it’s own stupid hang-ups that sits and waits year after year for it’s week. Meanwhile, I guarantee that I will go back to Europe within the next twelve months. Man wow kids sure are different from their parents whoao generations sure don’t understand each other
I saw a plane fly by out of the corner of my eye just now and wondered how a lightning bug could fly so straight.
Umm what else. I saw VxBx in NxBx after playing a show in the backyard of an indian restaurant. Both parts of that day were amazing. Blaine bought us ice cream at the end of it and I got vertigo while we walked out onto a railroad bridge to eat it.
Okay I quit I am going to bed, fucking email me if you want an actual update, blogs are retarded, who is this even for anyway?