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[02 26 2009 9:01pm] |
Join this group if you'd like constant updates on meetings/info/process of this symposium.
We're planning to have the date the weekend right before the SF Zine Fest so we can maybe promote a West Coast tour type deal. This would be the 10th-11th. Any opinions?
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Also: Our 2nd meeting is at the Naked Lounge in Sacramento on March 14th at 2 PM. This is a Saturday. I hope to see you all there!
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[05 20 2008 10:19pm] |
What are those sites that act as directories for your music? I'm trying to figure out a functional way to organize my records. I'm thinking chronologically by album release date and then by artist and then by genre. Maybe I'll just make my own directory on excel.
I'll write down my dream tomorrow here, or in my journal, I hope.
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[04 25 2008 11:17am] |
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THE 90.3 KDVS Fundraiser is NOW. Donate donate donate donate donate donate donate PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
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KDVS supports local music and is CONSTANTLY putting on shows for local and upcoming bands.
We have the only non-profit student-organized record label EVER in existence. Who's Your Favorite Son, God?; Sholi/the Dead Science; Dead Western; Boss the Big Bit; and San Francisco Water Cooler are all bands under the KDVS label, and all the money in sales go DIRECTLY BACK TO THE BANDS.
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Okay except I have a special extra deal:
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[04 06 2008 2:16am] |
Music sharing is sometimes such a fucking beautiful thing.
I'm really happy and sometimes I really love people.
What a pleasant term: Music Sharing. How can something with two beautiful words with two beautiful connotations be illegal? Really, now.
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[03 11 2008 11:35am] |
I hate smoking cigarettes. I don't smoke cigarettes.
I don't hate smokers.
I love Ding How.
and Egg Foo Yung.
I like alternatives to meat dishes.
But I love meat. Beef. Mmmm.
I had a dream about some sort of mission and a dad who wasn't actually my dad and a few drug dealers and eggs and my love, of course. I always dream about him, but nothing ever happens with me and him in our dreams. He's so cute, what can I do?
I ordered Tarot cards in the mail.
Nick texted me saying "I am so hard right now"
what a fucking creep.
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That was my saved post from like a week ago. Since then I've had a few dreams I didn't record.
I lost my brother in Disneyland. One of Andy's roommates found him off the Bart in East Side San Jose. I met them there to pick him up. It was slightly terrifying. My favorite hat and shirt got caught in the escalator and are now gone forever. Well only in dream world. There was some movie we were supposed to be watching. Mike and Daniel and Roxanne were in it and they almost ditched me, as usual.
I had a dream 2 days after that about a lot of things, but it involved my roommates and that cowboy that's always at Mishka's and the Delta of Venus and we kept going into this house and getting kicked out of it again. It was kind of like a video game. There was actulaly a part where I was seeing the dream as a 16 bit video game. It was so bizarre. And Rober was in it and he would get enveloped by the monsters and turn all ugly. That's what happened when anyone didn't beatthe monsters. But there were so many. like 76 levels or something. And there were like 6 groups of us trying to defeat these monsters in these creepy houses that were alot bigger on the inside than they were on the outside. I mean it was fine as long as one of us got out and then snapped the possessed people out of it. The cowboy got hella mad at me because I almost had a chance to get all of us back to normal and kill this monster, but I couldn't hit him hard enough. I can never hit them hard enough. Goddammit. Anyway, I don't remember how it ended, but I keep going in and out of my dreams to remember my other dreams to remind myself to remember these dreams. Andi t kind of cuts out of them. It's really strange.
Last night, Katie Holmes was in my dream. I'm still trying to remember exactly what happened. Sometimes it's hard to remember, I couldn't remember my brother dream, but when it does, the entire thing just flows. It had to do with our mothers I think. I remember the house and a sort of winery basement. I really don't remember, but when I do, I'll write it down. Ooh I really wish I did, because I know it was bizarre, like my monster dream.
It's really interesting the way people communicate with each other online, and how they communicate subsequently in person. It's interesting the way that people go out of their way to be so flowery with their language, and devote so much into being clever. It's such a waste of time, to me. Maybe I appreciate the language of the simple man too much. But even the way that certain Punjabi douchebags like to slur their words and use MoUnTaIn tExT. Why not write the way that you speak the way and speak the way that you think. If we're going to be using text as such a prevalant form of communication, I feel like you should be able to at least hear the voice of the person you're "talking" to. What the fuck?
Maybe I'm too jealous and too bored at work; I'm definitely too sad about my relationships and too hungry and too shook up by the girl that got hit by her bike.
Memory exercise:
Yesterday I: didn't go to school, cleaned my room, was late to work, didn't do shit at work, went to the station, didn't help siobhan, showed some pictures, made a flyer, talked to mike leahy about cf, biked home, saw hot delta of venus guy, made chicken, yelled at raisin, played guitar in my backyard, ate some cereal, went to peet's, came home, ate some crackers, read maggie, and fell asleep.
I'm going to try and do this every day to improve my memory. And maybe have more control over my will? The object is to remember dreams so they become to lucid and remember life so you can will your will. Impossible, but I think you can manipulate it.
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[02 25 2008 11:33pm] |
In the next 5 minutes, I will smoke, and then study.
Because I know I want to. Well I know I'll smoke. I hope I'll study.
But evidence after evidence proves: you cannot know what your will will will.
I hope to one day make a collage of emails. Step over step and layer over layer and make a little princess out of it.
I'd like to think that I am very simple. I really hate the idea of being profound, and I have for a while, maybe because I associate youth with discovery or something and that's all introspectiveness is to me. I always question. Why why why. But why question. Why is there a why?
I'm Huck Finn. Moses died, he can't be that special.
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[02 25 2008 8:22pm] |
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On Myspace they have this commercial about a new show called quarterlife about some hipsters or something, I didn't care enough to get the accurate story of it, but I mean it's about a blogger. Isn't the gist right there?
She says "Why do we blog? We blog to exist."
I hate this show. I don't have time to watch it anyway, but already, so stupid. You'll never know why you do the things you do exactly. It's too liquid. Chemical imbalances in your head, experience, that's why you do things. There's some sort of attraction to it, and so you do it. Impulse? Calculated impulse? Is there a difference. You will never know what you will do in the future. I could never blog again. I could blog in 5 minutes. I don't know. It depends on how I feel in 5 minutes. I could want to now. What if in 3 minutes I want to eat instead. What if it's 5:04 then is it still the same thing? Why question it. You like it. Why do you do anything. Why question anything. Just ride. Blogging isn't like homework. It's not laundry. Why not just trust yourself that everything is supposed to be done the way its done. Just think more for your next decision. If you hate blogging then don't do it. If you really hate it you won't do it, right?
So often, you don't even carry yourself the way that you blog. I think I'd like to video blog sometimes, and I guess I have. We made a movie where Raisin leads us to the garden of Eden. Ooh she's the cutest. I really love being nostalgic. I'm nostalgic for conversations I'm already having.
I saw Swims last night in Sacramento, and they were so good. Also, Afternoon Brother. They're really good and really goofy. I have a crush on the guitarist. My unfaithful sidekick is playing games with me, but I am way better at this game as of recently. I have a bunch of KFC coupons on my bed and ants on my desk. Goddamn those ants where the fuck are they coming from?????
Are they biting me? Is it just my hair? How do I know? I don't want to touch them.
Why am I always sick? In list format:
- I drink too much.
- Unhealthy diet
- Sleep too much?
- Shower not enough?
I've been obsessed with cleaning and right now I'm going to smoke a little pot and study my ass off because I feel like it. Do I really want to smoke pot? If I do then I will. If I don't then I won't. And I'll let you know, or I won't. We'll see if I really want to.
Evidence number 1:
I always say I'll post pictures eventually and never do. That's because I don't really want to and I definitely don't care enough to.
Mind over matter, ma'am.
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