Barns I burned and pillars of light I genuflected in for the fifth Sunday, February 3rd, of the year of our mighty defeat and exultation 2008.

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Perhaps you have been reading this blog for the last seven weeks and wondering, “I wonder what he is going to do this Sunday?” Well hey, it looks like I’m writing about it right now. Megalos and home tales for Sunday January 27th for the magic year of our perfect vision and unopened eyes 2008. Less boring than the last two weeks. Pre-fold holler to my boy Jesse “The Kud” who was man enough to admit that he once read this blog.

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Home nightmares and life odometer boring blog reading for the week of January 20th of the year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

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Archival youtubing.

I would not have graduated college if the Internet ruled as much then as it does now.

Updated this in the morning with a couple I forgot.

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I put out a new zine called Test Patterns. It’s 52 pages of drawings, junk and dreams. You can buy it from me in person for 3.50 or from Jacob at HBML, Quimby’s in Chicago or the Marvelous Record and Comics store in West Fuck for 4.50. I will mail it to you for 5 if you live in Amerikkka or 6 if you live in the outlands. All of those numbers are in dollars. Email me about it or leave a comment for me or whatever.

And now on to the normal crawl, L.I.F.E. on a pixel, life on a bristle, life on a sheet: things I did, thought and ate, January 6th, year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

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It is currently Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008. On Sunday, December 30th, 2007, I ate, did and thought the following.
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In this, my new weekly column about what I did all day that I will probably only do this week, I will give new substance to the tag “boring blog” that I sometimes employ. Also included is Youtube Videos I Watched.

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I got home to Random around 6pm and Bonsky had painted and moved into Robyn’s old room. I made eggs and took a nap that ran a little long. My shoulders and back are sore from not really exercising these last few days – tomorrow I’m riding off into the sunset.

I’ve been staying in the little room at L+K’s for the last few nights finishing the Mark Dion project for launch. Roger produced the visual elements, while I worked with our ruling computerz genius Mickey for the last few weeks – and especially the last few days – to make it a functioning reality. The site debuted today and I’m extremely stoked about both the work I did for it and the project in general.

Mark Dion’s Travels of William Bartram – Reconsidered
markdionsbartramstravels.com

If Jeremiah Golden or anyone who has his email address sees this, get in touch with me.

This weekend I’m catching up on email and taping / printing CX Asylums. Call me if you want to eat dinner, drink celebratory gin, listen to Ayler records or sing big business princess diana late night philadelphia karaoke at a dude bar.

Since last time I’ve watched Breach, Stand By Me, Lost in Translation (3rd time), Shawshank Redemption (3rd time) and Haven. Half of each of these while I worked on CX Asylums (~120 pages this week), “followup” to CX Styles which Travis has and precursor to CX Mamet and whatever else. I wanted to finish Asylums this weekend but lo, I began to take my time, breaking the cardinal Fast Runner rule of the project.

My mom and I went to dinner tonight at a restaurant near Scranton. My mom asked me if found the music offensive. I didn’t, but the low lighting was somewhat unpleasant. This was remarkable because, taken as a general, what happened was this: A person thought a thing I cannot control that I hadn’t noticed was upsetting me, but it was in fact a different thing that I cannot control that they hadn’t noticed that was upsetting me. The key philosophical questions that arise are A) What does a person’s misreading of what in your shared environment is bothering you tell you about how that person conceptualizes you; B) [How] does this simple miscommunication affect other conversation; C) Is there ultimately a difference between being distracted by one thing or another in this way (minor and ambient), except in the difference between a second person’s perception or misperception of your distraction and how that plays out as in question A.

At dinner I had a gin and tonic. It was Gordon’s Gin and I tried to tell my mom some “tales of the unbreakable bottle” but she doesn’t like to talk about my drinking. Earlier in the day we had a hilarious car ride back from the mall, where we went to buy shirts for business breakfasts but instead ended up buying paint pens, during which she was appalled at the thought of using paint pens to write graffiti.

Also, let it be known that none of the above is a metaphor for or pointer to anything else in my life, nor is any of it a rhetorical secret internet message. However there are secret internet messages elsewhere in this entry.

I’m going to sleep now, back on a normal schedule. Tomorrow I’m going home and hopefully out to Lancaster and Monday I’m going to New York and Tuesday we’re playing a show and Wednesday I think I’m going to Boston.

I slept in my childhood bedroom last night for the first time in a few years and tonight – though I was planning to go back – I’m sleeping in my room in the attic. I walked up the night steps at 6am after drinking a bottle of wine and I turned off all the lights and looked out at the 1996 streets from behind my old curtains.