Category Archives: personal life

I’ve started taking cameraphone pictures in my dreams.

It looks like I’m going to the premiere of the new Hilary Duff movie. In other music news, the new Hot Snakes record is hot (punk rock about getting audited – fuck yes 2004), I’m waiting for the new Burning … Continue reading →

You tell me what I should make of this. Is it some kind of a threat? How the fuck would the average man-around-town know who I am? I feel like three people know me in LA, tops. This flyer I … Continue reading →

I found this bizarre flyer stapled to a tree in front of my apartment building. The fucked up thing is, they’re everywhere. I just copied what the thing said, but you kind of have to see it for yourself. It … Continue reading →

Tiresome, I know. I’ve posted a couple of times about my weariness with the blog format and my interest in some new web technologies – Nokia’s Lifeblog, the forthcoming Ftrain Sitekit, Flickr, and del.icio.us – but Rudy Rucker, in his … Continue reading →

After reading about lucid dreaming and taking .25mg alprazolam (old tricks), I had an optimistic dream of my future, which I greedily wrote down, as if transcription might encourage the flesh. The artist’s colony element comes straight from Wake Up, … Continue reading →

I’m trying to finish my novel. It’s not easy. Whispering in my left ear is the voice of Russian Formalism. In the right: McLusky. In some of the long, uneasy moments of silence, I play Q*bert. In the game, a … Continue reading →

ARGG I’m going to be in Florida until the 10th, and it is going to be R-U-G-G-E-D.

This is the best thing Chuck Klostermann has ever written, and that’s saying a lot. [God I miss typing this: link via Fimoculous.] By his standards, I don’t think I have a nemesis (I keep my friends pretty close), but … Continue reading →

2005 is going to be a tough year no matter who wins.

Went back to the gym and got my ass handed to me – my godbrother is preparing to climb mount McKinley; I could barely make it up the landing. I went to the Westwood Borders and saw DMX with his … Continue reading →