August 2012
31 posts
It’s raining outside and it’s making me feel better. I wish I had a cup of coffee instead of this tea, though.
Today’s gonna be all about being inside, listening to music that i haven’t listened to in years, making cds, packing, and cleaning.
I finally sold my Aurora to some dude on Craigslist. It was up for 400, and when he got here he talked me down to 350 because I had a brooks saddle on there and he said it’d already be molded to me. Kind of a bummer, BUT…
A couple hours after he left he texted me saying that the bike was a lot nicer than he thought, and that he’d paypal me another 50 dollars. And I got to keep my Brooks saddle.
What a nice dude.
Then I drank a pot of coffee, and I couldn’t fall asleep until seven AM. I finally got to watch scanners, though.
I think I got some taco in my lungs.
I should start smoking again.
Feeling like a straight up crazy person these days. After the trip to the dunes last weekend, I spent most of my week lazing around the house. Last time I was unemployed I was pretty bummed out and bored most of the time. This time I don’t live at ball hall though and I have some space/privacy, and a couple of friends to hang out with. Saw a couple of shows. One band of note was “Soil,” a hardcore band from Olympia, WA whose songs were entirely about gardening.
The downside of being unemployed is that… I don’t have any money. I think I’m going to sell my Aurora for a couple of bucks. I don’t use it very often anymore, and it never really fit me very well anyways. That’ll give me some resources for my surprise visit to Buffalo at the end of the month. I got Shelby (my old roommate) a show at the Jungle Gym with Julie Byrne, and Greg Dudley the day after he plays here in Chicago. He’s going to give me a lift from here to there, I hope. Also, show’s not 100% yet, I just hope it works out. (But shhhh)
Last update is that I might be moving to Minneapolis in a few months? Chicago’s starting to grow on me just a little bit, but not enough. We’re slowly crawling up to the ninth month mark, three quarters of the way to “how long you have to give a new city,” and I still… am skeptical. BUT WHO KNOWS.
Left my friggin laundry at Stevie’s and she left, with the door locked. UGGHHHHHH.
1. White terrorists are called “gunmen.” What does that even mean? A person with a gun? Wouldn’t that be, like, everyone in the US? Other terrorists are called, like, “terrorists.”
2. White terrorists are “troubled loners.” Other terrorists are always suspected of being part of a global plot, even when they are obviously troubled loners.
3. Doing a study on the danger of white terrorists at the Department of Homeland Security will get you sidelined by angry white Congressmen. Doing studies on other kinds of terrorists is a guaranteed promotion.
4. The family of a white terrorist is interviewed, weeping as they wonder where he went wrong. The families of other terrorists are almost never interviewed.
5. White terrorists are part of a “fringe.” Other terrorists are apparently mainstream.
6. White terrorists are random events, like tornadoes. Other terrorists are long-running conspiracies.
7. White terrorists are never called “white.” But other terrorists are given ethnic affiliations.
8. Nobody thinks white terrorists are typical of white people. But other terrorists are considered paragons of their societies.
9. White terrorists are alcoholics, addicts or mentally ill. Other terrorists are apparently clean-living and perfectly sane.
10. There is nothing you can do about white terrorists. Gun control won’t stop them. No policy you could make, no government program, could possibly have an impact on them. But hundreds of billions of dollars must be spent on police and on the Department of Defense, and on TSA, which must virtually strip search 60 million people a year, to deal with other terrorists.