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Sunday, June 15th, 2003
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11:23 pm
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Eurolymius: I just saw the Rollins Band playing Black Flag!
Eurolymius: It was fuckin' punk!
Anodyne Infancy: Henry Rollins lost all credibility when he did the music for Moulin Rouge.
Eurolymius: Excuse me?
Anodyne Infancy: You fucking heard me.
Eurolymius: Like he wrote the music?
Anodyne Infancy: No, he did the music.
Eurolymius: Or just complied the other music.
Eurolymius: I mean, cause it's a musical.
Anodyne Infancy: Yes, I'm aware it's a musical.
Anodyne Infancy: And his ass developed it.
Anodyne Infancy: What a douche.
Eurolymius: I've never heard any thing about that.
Eurolymius: Besides, it's fucking Black Flag, that guy could kick your sorry ass.
Anodyne Infancy: Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
Anodyne Infancy: Who the fuck cares, I didn't do the music for Moulin Rouge.
Anodyne Infancy: It'd take more than an ass kicking to get me involved with that movie.
Anodyne Infancy: And that's more than I can say for Henry Rollins.
Eurolymius: Did he write the music or compile the soundtrack?
Anodyne Infancy: The music from Moulin Rouge were old rock songs.
Anodyne Infancy: He obviously didn't write them.
Eurolymius: Not entirely, some of the things they sang were written originally.
Eurolymius: I think you just ruined my experience, fuck you.
Eurolymius: God, what the fuck Henry?
Eurolymius: I don't believe you.
Anodyne Infancy: Look it up.
Eurolymius: I'm trying!
Eurolymius: I'm not finding anything.
Anodyne Infancy: Hmm, what are you searching under?
Anodyne Infancy: Have you tried "Alex is just upset he didn't get to see Black Flag so he's making shit up about Henry Rollins?"
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| Tuesday, May 6th, 2003
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5:31 pm - It's not my week.
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Thursday:
I'm driving to MIT and my tire pops on Commonwealth. I have to change it in heavy traffic.
Luckily the spare in my trunk is a full tire.
Saturday:
I'm supposed to get the tire fixed at my friends mechanics in Brighton. I spend 3 hours looking for the place, but Mapquest has written directions that show left turns, and a map that shows right turns. Additionally, none of the streets it's labeled physically exist. I imagine it ment Boston, Pakistan.
I stop by and am talking to some friends when they go, "Alex - you know there's a Firestone tire center and an Autoworld tire center right around the corner at the end of your street, right?" So I'm an idiot. That's fine.
Sunday:
I go to Firestone. I miss it closing by 5min. The other place isn't open Sundays.
That's fine, I'm calm.
Monday:
I get my car into Firestone at 2pm. I walk home and veg out. Two hours later I get a call, "Hey, is this Alex? Listen, your front left tire - hold on a sec." (He puts me on hold, I continue to watch tv.) 5 minutes later he gets on, "I'll call you back." So he calls me, puts me on hold, and then tells me he'll call me back. Fine, I can deal with that. 7pm rolls around, it's closing time. I walk down there.
"Hey, I'm here for my car."
"Sure, if you could just come with me a sec... you said your left front tire popped, we all looked at it. It's perfectly fine. See?"
"Yes. My front left tire popped. That's not my front left tire. That's the spare. The front left tire is in the trunk, like I told the guy."
"Oh, haha, ok... I'll just get it down and fix it now." (He presses a button, there's some funky ass hiss and a whine.) "Oh christ. Our air compressor just blew."
"Ok..."
"I can't get your car down."
"Well, ok." I laugh, "I'm going to go get some dinner. I'll be back tomorrow morning."
Tuesday(Today as I post this):
I talk to my Dad at 9:30, "Well, this St. George candle just went out... that's a bad omen. Oh well, drive carefully, see you tonight."
I get over there at 10. I even slept in and gave them an hour. My car is around back, it's fine.
"We fixed that tire too, and realigned everything for it." I put my credit card on the table,
"No, you don't have to pay. It's fine. Here's your receipt." (This part was bitchin.)
So I head to school, pick up some prints, and hit 95.
I'm not even 10min outside of Boston, still in Newton... when my back left tire blows.
I get out and check it. There's a nail in it. I ran over a goddam nail either on the highway or at the construction by my school(this is more likely). Luckily, there is one of those rest stops not more than 10ft from me. I drive up on the flat there, park, get some lunch and calm down. I go out and change the tire.
I'm just setting the new tire on the mounting pins when the damn jack mount SNAPS AND THE FUCKING CAR FALLS ON ME.
Some guy on a celphone standing near me belts out, "Holy shit!"
Luckily the wheel well landed on the tire, which I believe bent the rim. And possibly saved my arms from snapping like twigs. I call a tow truck. It takes an hour. He jacks it up, checks it out, and sets me on my way. I get directions to a dealer on 880 Comm Ave in Newton. I limp out there. I'm staring at it, it's a 2 story brick house. Very nice. -But not a dealership. I double check the directions on the phone with my dad, "It's right by BC on Comm ave, 880!" No, no it really isn't. He gives me the number. I call the guy... "No, we're in Boston" he tells me. So I drive back into Boston. Well, limp. My poor car.
And... the goddam dealership is not only in Boston on Comm ave but ONE GODDAM BLOCK FROM MY HOUSE, right next to where my roomate works. I could have just drove home rather than limped around Newton looking for the place. And as a final kick in the ass, the guy left 10min before I got there and closed shop.
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| Monday, April 7th, 2003
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11:03 am
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| Sunday, March 30th, 2003
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5:51 am
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So aside from getting called both Dave Grohl and Krist Novelisc, an SMFA girl at a party I was at got raped - and I had to make a two page police report, as I was one of the only sober people there. I hope she's alright. The details are sketchy, and the entire situation is fucked up.
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| Monday, March 10th, 2003
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2:48 am
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I got drunk and talked a lot of shit. I should probably start apologizing.
I was going to have a piece put in at the MFA for a few days, but I ended up dropping the class that was going to have the show. I am in no way currently cut out for Sound IV. While the wizards work away at ProTools, I am struggling to get the fucking Minidisc player to save what I've recorded. (Or unable to click properly with the Mac mouse.)
Enough about me, how have -you- been?
current music: Small Brown Bike - Dead Reckoning
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| Sunday, February 23rd, 2003
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5:51 pm
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Dear Narg: I had this dream that your dad was the godfather and your mom was a vampire slayer.
Dear Narg: I went over to your house to wake you up, and they were like, "We don't let Alex leave his room unsupervised. We'll go get him."
Dear Narg: So they went upstairs and melted the wax in your doorknob and around the frame using a candle, then you burst through the door (flying) with foam spraying everywhere.
Dear Narg: They tied you down and your mom slapped you a few times, then your vampire fangs receeded and your werewolf fur went away.
Dear Narg: So I got the homework assignment from you to study Iowa's geological features of the devonian, so I left in my AO car and went back in time to skid around on the bottom of the ocean.
Dear Narg: There was this part where I was trying to gain entrance to your house and your a huge loaf of bread dropped from the sky onto your dad's desk, and he calmly sliced it and said something like, "The trick with luck is, it's really not all the tricky."
Dear Narg: that*
Dear Narg: And after I took a chemistry test, he decided I could go in and wake you up.
Dear Narg: But apparently I got one of the ionic equations WRONG.
current music: Race Car Riot - Rain Check
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5:09 am
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"Nobody likes peeps... They're not of this world."
"I love peeps! It's the satisfaction of biting through their sugary skin to get at their gooey innards."
"..."
"I feel as if I'm actually destroying something, and not just eating it."
"I think I love that you eat peeps now."
current music: Rise Against - Six Ways 'til Sunday
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| Thursday, February 6th, 2003
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2:57 am
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RubangBdrof LOVE: We must now go to Def Con 5.
Anodyne Infancy: NO!
Anodyne Infancy: You're mad.
RubangBdrof LOVE: Yeah, I'm really mad at all these fuckholes, so I'm going to Def Con 5 where I can nuke them.
Anodyne Infancy: Isn't that Defcon 4?
Anodyne Infancy: Wait, no... 5 is total war?
RubangBdrof LOVE: No, Def Con 4 is like Def Comedy Jam.
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| Wednesday, January 29th, 2003
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2:28 am
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Quiz theft time. Aubrey got this from her 15yr old cousin.
00.My name be: "My name be?" Jesus, this is already off to a bad start.
.01.I've aged: Is that even a question? Yes?
.02.I live in: Boston.
.03.I want to go to: The camera store.
.04.My siblings are: Both younger than me.
.05.Things i like are: Never enough.
.06.Things i dont like are: You, you, and you. You guys are fine, though.
(((..::people::..)))
.07.I like people who: Aren't you? Man, I'm so fucking emo. No, I don't know - people who are genuine? How cheesy is that?
.08.I dont like people who: Don't think.
.09.My favorite person is: Jesus. He's my number one. Yep. Just me and JC.
.10.I like them bcuz: "bcuz" This quiz has sunk to a new low.
.11.My least favorite person is: Jesus. Shit, no - I used him already. Santa Claus. He's a fucking pervert.
.12.I dont like them bcuz: Out of shape - yet can climb through chimneys, Jolly - A fucking alcholic, Slave owner - The elves, I swear...
.13.If i could hug someone right now, i would hug: You.
.14.As far as friends go,i have: Too many.
.15.And significant others..: Ha!
(((..::love-life and things::..))) answer these about your crush or boy/girl friend
.16.Do you have a crush or boy/girl friend?: No.
17.And his/her name would be?: ...I guess they weren't expecting a no.
.18.Do you talk to them often?: Very rarely.
19.How old is she/he?: Younger than me.
.20.How far have you gotten with this person?: A few blocks.
.21.How far are you willing to get?: Dirty.
.22.Does this person share your interests?: Some.
.23.Are you romatically involved with this person or is it just a fling?: No?
.24.Could you imagine the rest of your life with this person?: Wait, didn't I say no to the first question?
.25.Do you believe in love? Yes.
.26.Do you "love" this person?: What person are we talking about again?
.27.Have you notice that you like this person sporadically or do you love them every second of the day?: What?
.28.Must a kiss be sacred?: Nah.
.29.Must sex be saved for marriage?: Nah.
.31.How long was your longest relationship?: About 6 hours?
.32.How long was your shortest?: Maybe 5 minutes?
.33.Do you believe in love at 1st sight, or is it just extreme attraction?: Yeah, I do - Though I'm one of those jackasses who can say "I love you," and mean it 20 different ways.
.34.How would you describe your ideal mate?: You can describe perfection? Wow, that's news to me.
.35. What is your religion, if any?: I'm an agnostic pantheist.
.36. Do you practice it, or just believe in it strongly?: Neither.
.37. Do you believe in God, Jesus,Heaven, and Hell?: Yes.
.38. Why do you believe in what you do?: Yes.
((..::Morally::..))
.39.Have you ever been drunk?: No. Never.
.40.Do you want to get drunk or would you do it again?: leik omg yes!!!!//
.41.Have you ever done drugs?: No.
.42.Have you ever stolen/shoplifted?: No.
.43.Have you tried to commit suicide; do you know someone that has?: Yes.
.44.Are you the innocent looking type?: Probably.
.45.Are you really innocent?: Probably.
.46.Have you ever cheated on you boyfriend or girlfriend?: No.
.47.Are you a virgin?: No.
.48.Why or why not?: Because I've had sex?
.49.Are you racist or discriminatory?: No.
.50.Have you been skinny dipping?: Probably.
.51.Do you enjoy nudity, whether you are nude, or maybe someone else?: No.
.52.Were you caught doing any of these bad things above(i.e. drinking,doing drugs,stealing)?: I saw someone I knew at a KKK rally.
.53.Name some things you have done that you regret: Leaving. Running away.
.54.Would you say that you are open-minded?: Yes.
((..::Personality::..))
-Are you more...
.55.crazy or conserved?: I don't think those are opposed.
.56.loud or quiet?: Loud.
.57.pretty or ugly?: I'm more bland.
.58.over-weight or under-weight?: Average.
.59.outgoing or shy?: Outgoing.
.60.emotional or nonemotional?: I switch between apathetic and slightly interested.
.61.perverted or pure?: This quiz is really getting annoying. Perveted.
.62.simple or complex?: I'm a puddle.
((..::Music::..))
.63.Do you prefer bands or just singers?: I have no fucking idea.
.64.Name some bands or artists that you like: Nah.
.65.What genres of music would you say you listen to?: Craprock. Lamecore.
.66.Do you like certain pop songs that you just think are really catchy?: If I think they're really catchy - then I obviously like them. Otherwise it wouldn't be catchy, would it?
.67.Are you in a band?: Sometimes.
.68.If not, would you like to be in one?: Sometimes. Badns take up a lot of time.
.69.If you were in one, what would you do if you are, what do you do in the band?: Scream.
((..::Labels and image/style::..))
.70.Do you label people and yourself?: I label people, but usually just as a means of trying to describe them.
.71.If so, what is your label: Arrogant asshole? No, I don't know. I probably get pinned as some sort of Indie-rock poseur or some shit.
.72.Do you like the way you look?: Yeah, I do what I can.
.73.What makes the way you look especially unique?: I wear really geeky tshirts.
.74.Do you wear ties like avril?: I wear ties. Not like Avril.
.75.What do you think of her style?: ...What the fuck? This is what you get when a 15yr old writes a quiz. Hahaha.
.76.Do you prefer lots and lots of friends, or a few close ones?: It really depends on the friends.
.77.What are your feelings towards rain?: I generally fucking love it.
.78.Who/What gets you really excited when you see them/it?: Giant robots. Jamie. Casey. My brother. Sharon.
.79.Do you want something/someone that you can never have? I'd like to think we all do. That's human nature.
.80.Whats your best memory?: You know, I have more bad ones than good ones. That bothers me.
.81.Have you ever been on a real date?: I'm not sure what that means.
.82.Make out or take out?: Hahahaaha... That's a good album title.
.83.Do you have more guy friends or chick friends?: It's probably about equal.
.84.Have you ever been accused of being homosexual?: Yeah, by my Mom.
.85.Describe one of your embarrassing moments: Oh come on, your Mom telling you to sit down and launching into the "I love you even if you are a homosexual" speech is pretty embarassing.
.86.Do you like your parents?: I do now, I didn't always.
.87.How about slushies, do you like those?: Always and forever.
.88.Do you own a digital camera?: No. I've been looking at Digital SLRs recently, but the technology is still developing too quickly.
.89.Would you write a paper for someone if they paid you?: I've written papers for people for... nothing. So I suppose, yes - if the topic interested me.
.90.Define "cool": Not being cool.
.91.Have you ever cooked dinner?: Yes. This section of the quiz if fucking profound.
.92.Are you forced to listen to the national anthem every morning at your school?: school? At /my/ school. I wish, that would be hilarious.
.93.When you are using a lead pencil, do you let a lot of lead out or just a little?: I... uh... what the fuck? On a mechanical pencil? I've never compared my mechanical pencil usage to anyone elses.
.94.What color is your toothbrush?: White and purple.
.95.Have you ever secretly desired to wear a eye patch?: I've -openly- desired to wear an eyepatch.
.96.Would you spit or swallow? Is this a sex question? How the hell did that sneak in here?
.97.What size underwear do you wear?: I have no idea.
.98.Does it really have the same great taste?: Absolutely not.
.99.Slippers or flipflops?: Slippers. Foofy ones.
.100.Oddly enough, its over - ... I feel both contentment and as if I've wasted a good 10 minutes of my life.
current music: X - Johnny Hit and Run Paulene
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| Saturday, January 25th, 2003
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5:09 pm
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This dream has faded a bit from my mind, but I'll try and recall what I can.
Think 'The Patriot.' It's basically like that. Only I'm the Ghost. It's somehow modern day, though... yet we're stealing horses from the British. They have machine guns rather than flintlocks, of course, and I apparently have nothing. So we steal a bunch of horses from a distracted British cavalry unit. Big chase scene ensues as my brother and I fight desperately to ride bareback while making sure these four other horses are following us.
We take them into this house, have them sit on tables, under couches... throw blankets over them and cast some sort of 'We're here but you can't see us' spell. Yes, magic. My brother is apparently a sorcerer.
The British show up in the house. They're wearing strange track suits. Like, grey rubber with yellow flappy shit. They stand around in the house drinking coffee, overlooking us, my brother hisses something to me from under the couch - "My spell is going to wear off!" (I notice he's got a scarf on with harry potter colors. Except, you know, one of those other houses.)
One of the British guys starts talking about white power. I get annoyed. So I start arguing with him. We argue for a good five minutes before he realizes I just appeared out of this air. He goes for his gun, I have to kick him in the throat. Some other guy pulls a gun on me. I'm a few steps away. There's a Clint Eastwood style standoff, then a matrix moment as everything happens at once. He shoots, I move and grab his arm. Shot goes over my shoulder, I've gotten his arm twisted so he's pointing the gun at his own head. Someone says, "That's impossible!" - and as I'm starting to deliver some cheesy ass line about how no one fucks with the Stars and Stripes... the phone in my bedroom rings and I wake up.
current mood: Patriotic
current music: American Nightmare - Shoplifting is a Ghost Town
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| Friday, January 24th, 2003
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3:37 am
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pr emi erdr m: depending on (this is gay) how i feel, i -may- "try something" with (blah).. and if it fails i'll just go hit on all the bu chicks
pr emi erdr m: i dunno yet
Anodyne Infancy: It's going to be difficult with all her BU friends around.
Anodyne Infancy: Uneven playing field.
Anodyne Infancy: And she'll have the 'ball' in her court.
Anodyne Infancy: ...
Anodyne Infancy: I can't believe I'm making a sports reference of this.
Anodyne Infancy: I fucking hate sports.
Anodyne Infancy: Why is it I can only talk about pre-relationship romance as a sport?
Anodyne Infancy: I can't even talk about sports as sport.
current music: Jejune - Greyscale
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| Tuesday, January 14th, 2003
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12:50 am
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New Dream. 1500's... Black George conquers Yugoslavia via a 'secret' army of hovercraft mounting giant nunchuka like propellers on top of them. They just ride down any armies like super cavalry. Shit gets fucked up, they tear through Turks and forests alike. Oh, they're painted a light grey. In the dream, that was important. The color. Of course, in the dream, I'm going, "Of course! What a clever bastard!" - and not, "How the hell did he get giant nunchuka-spinning hovercraft in the 1500s?"
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| Sunday, January 12th, 2003
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6:03 pm
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My sister messages me. "I got into a car accident today. I thought I was going to die. I just wanted to tell you I love you."
An old man driving a van ran a red. Hit my sister's friends car right on the side. Destroyed the driver's door and spun the car around.
"The cop was really cute, though!"
Well, at least she's ok. That's the second close call my family has had this weekend...
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| Friday, January 10th, 2003
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5:46 pm
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"Your grandfather had a stroke today. How's school?"
"Hasn't started yet. What was that about a stroke?"
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| Wednesday, January 8th, 2003
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4:15 am
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| Monday, January 6th, 2003
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3:59 am
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I come home at 3:30am.
There is a wrapped present sitting atop my bed. Little Santas smirking at me on the wrapping with a green metallic bow taped to it. There is no note. I'm looking at it... the wrapping is perfect. Even the fucking tape used is perfectly symmetrically applied. No mortal hands wrapped this, I swear. I spend some ten minutes wondering if it's even for me. I stare at it for at least another fifteen minutes in silence, accepting that it's mine. I shake it. Nothing inside moves. Slowly, I open it. A blank brown box of corrugated cardboard. The side reads:
ITEM NO.29419
QTY: 1 PC
MADE IN CHINA
I stare at this for a good five minutes, then remove the rest of the wrapping. The box is taped shut. I set it on the ground for a bit, and go get some water. Oddly, we're out of water. Ok, fine, we're not OUT of water... I just don't want to drink from the tap. I get orange juice instead. I search my desk for my knife, which doesn't take long. I notice the tape on the marked side is already cut... so I put the knife back away. I wedge my thumbs between the edge of the top and the side of the box... there's this terrible squeak as my thumbnails scratch styrofoam. I open it. I'm looking into the top of... a chinese vase. I pull it out - It's apparently Japanese. Mounted Samurai are making some sort of epic charge. They've got Tachi, not Katana - indicating an earlier period. One of the Samurai has a flag. Five clouds? Itsutsugumo, which is the symbol for the Houshou School of Noh singing, which I think is late 17th century. Anyway, this thing was made in China probably four months ago. And I still have no idea who got it for me.
current music: Pretty Girls Make Graves - Liquid Courage
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| Friday, January 3rd, 2003
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1:13 am
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To catch up -
Thanksgiving went well. I haven't been home for thanksgiving in nearly four years. I was wrangled into it this year because I was told my cousin would be coming, and I could meet his kids. He didn't end up coming. My brother and mother got into an enormous argument about respecting one anothers property. I could do nothing but laugh. He used her pastry brush to wax his car.
My review board was good, but awful. It's supposed to be two professors and two students. I had a pair of painting faculty and a single student - a 50yr old woman who spoke very little english and did some sort of ceramics. They had no real ability to judge my work, as it was all photography, a short film, and some selected scenes from another project I'm working on.
The characters:
Alex - Me. I don't feel like describing myself.
Bob - Painter. Early 30s. Likes using gold leaf in his work. Very traditional. Bit of an ass. Requested to be on my board last semester.
Don - Painter. Late 40s. Does abstract work. Nice guy.
Notable Quotes:
First words I hear from Don, "You do photo? How the hell did you get two painters on your board?"
"I don't know how you got into any of these classes."
"This board is going badly."
"Normally, you know, film students have /FRIENDS/ come to their boards."
"Well, I'm sorry. Should I go get some friends?"
"No, that's ok."
"No, I insist." (And I went and got Jordan. Thank god for him.)
"You're a control freak."
"You're too concerned with the end product, and not the process. We'd like to see your bad prints. Your failed ideas."
(I laughed. My bad prints and failed ideas were completley covering the table in front of them.)
There was a problem with the projector. Mainly, I couldn't work it. After 10 minutes, when I got Jordan, he tried to do it... he couldn't work it either. He gets the head of the film department... /she/ can't work it. I'm being berated at this point for not checking the equipment ahead of time, she jumps to my defense, "This machine is broken in a way I don't even understand. I'm going to have to send this away for repairs. There's no way he could have known."
I got full credit. It was good to get it over with. I had a week or so off, and some boards to sit on. Some were boring, some were fun. One was a comic girl. Rather, she drew comics. They were good. I got odd looks from her every so often. When reading her comic I realized that if you cut up all the little drawings from her friends and then put them back together... you could get a pretty uncanny resemblence to me. I was going to make a comment about not thinking I was so 'cookie cutter,' but really... I just wear jeans and tshirts now - and occasionally a hat.
For christmas I drove to DC. Got in at 4am. Slept an hour. Was woken up, taken to the airport, and boarded a plane to Ft Meyers Florida with my family. For whatever reason, my mom booked tickets that had a layover in Cinncinati that left from Baltimore. Yes. Hour drive to Baltimore. We then fly WEST to Cinncinati before heading South to Florida.
I sat around in Florida. A lot. It's a retirement community. I've never seen so many Cadillacs before in my life. My grandfather fell and split his head open. We rushed downstairs to find him standing there holding the back of his head, blood everywhere. He's 90 or so, and frail. My family was terrified. My sister told me later that I have absolutely no emotions - presumably because I wasn't freaking out. They stapled the wound closed. Big staples. He looked like he was from Hellraiser. Massive staples holding the flesh on the back of his head together. He seemed fine, oddly. My sister and I asked to leave a day early, on Saturday morning. We had a family meeting shortly thereafter because apparently we weren't getting along perfectly. It began with my sister crying and ended with my mother crying.
We left Sunday. After a prolonged battle with the automated E-ticket kiosk we moved on to someone real. They informed us they couldn't find our tickets. Why? Because our tickets were booked for Saturday, not Sunday. My Mother had apparently gotten the dates mixed up. All that drama for... really no reason.
I drove back to Boston on the 31st. I walked into my apartment at 11:30pm. I didn't really drink much. I woke up sick, and I'm still sick.
current music: Rainer Maria - Artificial Light
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| Sunday, December 15th, 2002
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11:54 am
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(Name witheld)Blah: This JFK thing is driving me up the wall
Anodyne Infancy: What JFK thing?
Anodyne Infancy: The whole who shot him?
Anodyne Infancy: It's bugging you as of right now?
Blah: Well not so much who shot him, but why they did.
Blah: Yes, as of right now.
Anodyne Infancy: Would you say you're having a breakdown?
Blah: No, I'd just like to know wtf happened, that's all.
Anodyne Infancy: Aren't you joining a government organization that will give you access to that sort of information?
Blah: Well I doubt on the first day they are just going to go: "Well heres who shot JFK, heres the deal on Roswell, oh and btw, welcome to area 51"
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| Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
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5:19 am
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In the corner of my eye these Taxis look like Police.
current music: Peaches - Fuck the Pain Away
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| Monday, December 9th, 2002
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4:31 am
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I intended to make some sort of faux-noir film. I end up spending half my film shooting spiderwebs. Four lights, and I only end up using a single one. Now, the plan, is to draw the storyboards /after/ I've done all the shots. Fucking sneaky.
Review board on wednesday. Checklist.
1.) Drop off Super8 film.
2.) Pick up the fucking ruined 4x5's from Zona. (Yeah... Write E-6 on a box of Tri-x. Brilliant, fucking brilliant.) I'm too embarassed to show my face there.
3.) Do 'my part' and sit on the other students boards. God knows I'd rather be printing.
4.) Print. Do an overnight tomorrow night. Use three dark rooms and just churn out crap.
5.) Somehow, find that fucking 4000 volt DC transformer during the last four steps.
6.) Get to Worcester and build the fucking Kirlian plate.
7.) Figure out how to demonstrate it.
8.) Buy food to serve.
9.) Sleep.
10.) Apologize to someone in particular once my head gets itself back together.
current music: Johnny Cash - Personal Jesus
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