Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
WEB BLAHG
Yes , oh , yeah it's been a while since I have posted anything. It seems to be the trend amongst those I know with blogs lately. I have to admit when i heard about blogs initially i think my reaction, was, Umm, yeah, that's the last thing I'm gonna do... Thankfully it wasn't.
last night my house mates and I went to a party in the neighborhood, probably about twenty people there, hardly any music...and the cops come at midnight. The cops told the hostess to knock off the "wacky-tobaccy". the place was one giant cloud of herb...
i cut my finger trying to scrape the last of brownies from the bottom of the pan ( typical stoner move) -sliced right into two fingers and started bleeding all over.
last night my house mates and I went to a party in the neighborhood, probably about twenty people there, hardly any music...and the cops come at midnight. The cops told the hostess to knock off the "wacky-tobaccy". the place was one giant cloud of herb...
i cut my finger trying to scrape the last of brownies from the bottom of the pan ( typical stoner move) -sliced right into two fingers and started bleeding all over.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Captain Wheezer sat his ass down on the first thing that came to hand. It was a small child.
"Hey, get off me! Hey!
The barrister and the barrista were out on a date and witnessed the whole thing.
"My, what a legal bind that gentleman might find himself in." The barrister commented.
"Would you like some more coffee?" The barrista replied.
Captain Wheezer remembered the old days fondly. Thoughts of smoky days on the campus. Hot tea in dorm rooms, the curve of a young woman's calf.
"Hey! Get off me! Hey!"
Captain Wheezer was hearing voices in his head again. What evil did these voices portend, what ghastly meaning could it have, this 'get off me'?
"Excuse me sir, you are sitting on this young child." An elderly man with dusty chapeau and a glass eye slapped Wheezer with his cane.
"Ah, fuck off you old goat, yer prolly a figment of my demented imagination anyway!' Wheezer spat in the old mans direction.
As he lifted his ass to fart the child slipped out and ran down the street as fast as it could.
Wheezer fell to the cement after a thunderous fart.
"Damn, I farted so hard I moved the earth."
"Hey, get off me! Hey!
The barrister and the barrista were out on a date and witnessed the whole thing.
"My, what a legal bind that gentleman might find himself in." The barrister commented.
"Would you like some more coffee?" The barrista replied.
Captain Wheezer remembered the old days fondly. Thoughts of smoky days on the campus. Hot tea in dorm rooms, the curve of a young woman's calf.
"Hey! Get off me! Hey!"
Captain Wheezer was hearing voices in his head again. What evil did these voices portend, what ghastly meaning could it have, this 'get off me'?
"Excuse me sir, you are sitting on this young child." An elderly man with dusty chapeau and a glass eye slapped Wheezer with his cane.
"Ah, fuck off you old goat, yer prolly a figment of my demented imagination anyway!' Wheezer spat in the old mans direction.
As he lifted his ass to fart the child slipped out and ran down the street as fast as it could.
Wheezer fell to the cement after a thunderous fart.
"Damn, I farted so hard I moved the earth."
Institution
The white walls are polished every third saturday
I'm sure you'll know he'll find it
satisfactory
the squeak of her shoes was rythmic
Moby could put
ella fitzgerald on top
of it, oh
i'm reaching now,
I can't really seem to recall
the point of
this
I'm sure you'll know he'll find it
satisfactory
the squeak of her shoes was rythmic
Moby could put
ella fitzgerald on top
of it, oh
i'm reaching now,
I can't really seem to recall
the point of
this
Beaver Creek
stolen
effigy sunk in the mud
frostbitten
and dizzy
smearing blackberry jam on
your shoes
douchebaggery
he said
and I had to agree
he was pointing the rifle
at my dog
effigy sunk in the mud
frostbitten
and dizzy
smearing blackberry jam on
your shoes
douchebaggery
he said
and I had to agree
he was pointing the rifle
at my dog
Thursday, February 23, 2006
last day in las vegas chapter twelve
Goddamn him, mother fucker. She picked up the shovel and noticed the blood and a little hair on it.
well, she thought, at least that is probably fucking hurting him.
she couldn't believe she hadn't pushed him out of the car when they got there. That fat fucker, he gets all the breaks, always has, like some twisted fat asian john candy like magoo freak.
she had also left her purse in the car and he was probably going through it right now.
goddamn I'm stupid.
well at least he won't go to the police. those fuckers hate him more than i do.
I could use a cigarette though.
goddamn, i'm gonna have to fucking hitchike back to vegas.
i am such an idiot.
well, she thought, at least that is probably fucking hurting him.
she couldn't believe she hadn't pushed him out of the car when they got there. That fat fucker, he gets all the breaks, always has, like some twisted fat asian john candy like magoo freak.
she had also left her purse in the car and he was probably going through it right now.
goddamn I'm stupid.
well at least he won't go to the police. those fuckers hate him more than i do.
I could use a cigarette though.
goddamn, i'm gonna have to fucking hitchike back to vegas.
i am such an idiot.
film technique
the
dolls left eye
came off without a hitch
filming in the living room
the redhead with the nice ,
well, film technique
i'm not sure what kind of instrument that is
just don't leave it where someone can sit on it.
dolls left eye
came off without a hitch
filming in the living room
the redhead with the nice ,
well, film technique
i'm not sure what kind of instrument that is
just don't leave it where someone can sit on it.
who the hell is eric sevareid?
sorting through
old photographs
the
deckled edges
smudged with fingerprints
you used to yell loudly
about how to hold a print, that, and when
the president was speaking on television
or Eric Sevareid was
reporting from Tel
Aviv
now you don't even know
who Eric Sevareid was
and it doesn't matter
old photographs
the
deckled edges
smudged with fingerprints
you used to yell loudly
about how to hold a print, that, and when
the president was speaking on television
or Eric Sevareid was
reporting from Tel
Aviv
now you don't even know
who Eric Sevareid was
and it doesn't matter
Monday, January 30, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
things to do today
arranging bowling pins
on the deck of the titanic
counting arrows along
cesar chavez boulevard
measuring my toes for
genetic counseling
drinking red wine
and laying in bed
on the deck of the titanic
counting arrows along
cesar chavez boulevard
measuring my toes for
genetic counseling
drinking red wine
and laying in bed
bitter pill
charming
bitter pill
so hard so
white
so hard to swallow
(no brokeback mountain)
left unattended
and found
in the coat room
in the pocket of
some other
man
bitter pill
so hard so
white
so hard to swallow
(no brokeback mountain)
left unattended
and found
in the coat room
in the pocket of
some other
man
sorry bout this
xbox
i don't
miasma of wounded las vegas
coyote
sheer stockings
sinking
in the weight
of an evenings drinking
sorry to see you
go
i don't
miasma of wounded las vegas
coyote
sheer stockings
sinking
in the weight
of an evenings drinking
sorry to see you
go
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
on the road
The SF Public Library has Kerouac's original On The Road manuscript on display. It's a 119 foot scroll of typing, no paragraphs. He just stuck one end of the paper in and started typing. That's what Truman Capote said about Kerouac -'That's not writing , that's typing.' Umm, that's typing on speed.
The library also has some blow-up photos of the real life characters that populate the book. People like Lucien Carr, Hubert Huncke, Ginsberg, Cassady, and Mr. William Seward Burroughs of the Burroughs Adding Machine family, seen here in a clipping from a newspaper after he attempted, in Mexico, to shoot a glass off his wife Joan's head and missed. Missed badly.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
eat drink and be merry
The sun has come out again in SF after torrential storms over the holidays. Literally and figuratively. I've been looking for a job but the pickings seem pretty slim. It looks like I'll be going back to New Jersey for a couple months to work on copying the archive of an artist.
Went and saw the band The Wine Chuggers on Thursday at the Makeout Room. They were good.
Tonight I'm seeing Ramblin' Jack Eliott. He must be like a hundred years old. The documentary that his daughter made about him is excellent. I highly recommend it.
It's still dark out. I woke up early today because I went to sleep at like eight o'clock last night. Is this blog-worthy?
"maybe nobody looks at your website 'cause it's about you." -New Yorker cartoon
Sean and I got ripped for the Wine Chuggers. Somehow appropriate. We met a cool chick from New York. She said " Your friend's crazy." A not unfamiliar opinion. Sean was howling during the show and I was over in a corner in a stoned sway. I'd had like six vodka tonics and then smoked some herb...
Went and saw the band The Wine Chuggers on Thursday at the Makeout Room. They were good.
Tonight I'm seeing Ramblin' Jack Eliott. He must be like a hundred years old. The documentary that his daughter made about him is excellent. I highly recommend it.
It's still dark out. I woke up early today because I went to sleep at like eight o'clock last night. Is this blog-worthy?
"maybe nobody looks at your website 'cause it's about you." -New Yorker cartoon
Sean and I got ripped for the Wine Chuggers. Somehow appropriate. We met a cool chick from New York. She said " Your friend's crazy." A not unfamiliar opinion. Sean was howling during the show and I was over in a corner in a stoned sway. I'd had like six vodka tonics and then smoked some herb...
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
spam blog comments
What is up with the spam blog comments?
My last post received 13 spam comments from some douchebag carpet cleaners. How do they know what my carpet looks like? How did they find out my housemate smashed his toe in the hallway and left bloodspots all over the floor and didn't even try to clean it up?
What I need is a housemate slapping service.
My last post received 13 spam comments from some douchebag carpet cleaners. How do they know what my carpet looks like? How did they find out my housemate smashed his toe in the hallway and left bloodspots all over the floor and didn't even try to clean it up?
What I need is a housemate slapping service.
Monday, November 28, 2005
put 'em in the stocks
From BBC World:
The top US court has rejected an appeal by a sentenced man, who argued about the legality of having to publicly wear a sign stating "I stole mail".
The Supreme Court turned down Shawn Gementera's appeal without any comment.
Gementera had argued that the measure would humiliate him, violating the Sentencing Reform Act and the constitutional ban on cruel punishment.
He pleaded guilty to mail theft after being held in 2001 for stealing letters from mailboxes in San Francisco.
In 2003, Gementera was sentenced by a district judge to two months in jail, to be followed by three years of supervised release.
The release conditions stated that Gementera must spend four days at a post office observing staff dealing with inquiries about lost or stolen mail, write letters of apology to the victims of his crime and give three lectures about his crime at schools.
The judge also ordered him to wear a signboard reading "I stole mail - this is my punishment" for a full eight-hour working day.
Gementera appealed about the latter requirement, but a US appeals court panel ruled against him earlier this year.
The court said in August that the record in Gementera's case showed the judge imposed the condition for the purpose of rehabilitation.
"Punishments aimed at imposing shame and humiliation are inconsistent with a constitutional requirement that punishments, even for heinous crimes, be consistent with human dignity," Gementera's lawyers were quoted by Reuters news agency when appealing to the Supreme Court.
The top US court has rejected an appeal by a sentenced man, who argued about the legality of having to publicly wear a sign stating "I stole mail".
The Supreme Court turned down Shawn Gementera's appeal without any comment.
Gementera had argued that the measure would humiliate him, violating the Sentencing Reform Act and the constitutional ban on cruel punishment.
He pleaded guilty to mail theft after being held in 2001 for stealing letters from mailboxes in San Francisco.
In 2003, Gementera was sentenced by a district judge to two months in jail, to be followed by three years of supervised release.
The release conditions stated that Gementera must spend four days at a post office observing staff dealing with inquiries about lost or stolen mail, write letters of apology to the victims of his crime and give three lectures about his crime at schools.
The judge also ordered him to wear a signboard reading "I stole mail - this is my punishment" for a full eight-hour working day.
Gementera appealed about the latter requirement, but a US appeals court panel ruled against him earlier this year.
The court said in August that the record in Gementera's case showed the judge imposed the condition for the purpose of rehabilitation.
"Punishments aimed at imposing shame and humiliation are inconsistent with a constitutional requirement that punishments, even for heinous crimes, be consistent with human dignity," Gementera's lawyers were quoted by Reuters news agency when appealing to the Supreme Court.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
back in sf
I arrived in SF last Tuesday and my initial reaction could be summed up by a phrase that I heard on at least two different occassions from Bruno, the notorious owner of the Persian Aub Zam Zam bar in the Haight. "San Francisco is a dirty little town."
After being overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people walking on the streets of nyc perhaps riding the bus down Market street and being disgusted by the percentage of viewable folks who were either indigent, drunk, wasted, mentally incapacitated or all of the above (I felt like I was in a Dorothea Lange photograph circa depression years or maybe Diane Arbus)was not a fair comparison.
ah well san francisco still rocks and I have no real complaints. Now I just have to find a job. oy vey.
A friend suggested doing extra work on movie and tv shows. They pay $70 for an eight hour day. Yeah, that'll cover my bills. They're filming Monk in the city this week and that's a show that I think it would be ok to be an extra on.
My friend says it's "not the kind of work you do for the money". I guess sitting around bored for hours watching people set up equipment is something you have to really love.
After being overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people walking on the streets of nyc perhaps riding the bus down Market street and being disgusted by the percentage of viewable folks who were either indigent, drunk, wasted, mentally incapacitated or all of the above (I felt like I was in a Dorothea Lange photograph circa depression years or maybe Diane Arbus)was not a fair comparison.
ah well san francisco still rocks and I have no real complaints. Now I just have to find a job. oy vey.
A friend suggested doing extra work on movie and tv shows. They pay $70 for an eight hour day. Yeah, that'll cover my bills. They're filming Monk in the city this week and that's a show that I think it would be ok to be an extra on.
My friend says it's "not the kind of work you do for the money". I guess sitting around bored for hours watching people set up equipment is something you have to really love.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
sag hahrbah
spent the last week house-sitting for a friend of a friend in the the small old whaling village cum swank ex hometown of spalding gray -Sag Harbor. The house was very nice, big, well stocked, big art studio with tons of supplies all of which I could use. did some painting but mostly enjoyed the wine cellar . she had a lot of australian wines. i drank some nice cabernets while watching the playoffs , it got a little boring though i have to admit. I felt like i was in exile somewhere like Elba . It rained the whole time I was there. they say Spalding tried to kill himself a few times by jumping off the sag harbor bridge...? he finally succeeded on the Staten Island ferry, I believe it was.
I'm staritng to get alittle stir crazy here in Jersey and am thinking of heading back to "Cali". The job I'm working on is sort of plodding along without an end in sight (like most jobs, eh)so I kinda want to finish it up and then maybe go up to New Hampshire to see the old homestead before going back to SF.
Back to square one
back to the drawing board
fucking A
Hey Napoleon did you wet the bed last night ?
Um yeah we're gonna have to go ahead and move you back to san francisco...
I'm staritng to get alittle stir crazy here in Jersey and am thinking of heading back to "Cali". The job I'm working on is sort of plodding along without an end in sight (like most jobs, eh)so I kinda want to finish it up and then maybe go up to New Hampshire to see the old homestead before going back to SF.
Back to square one
back to the drawing board
fucking A
Hey Napoleon did you wet the bed last night ?
Um yeah we're gonna have to go ahead and move you back to san francisco...
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