it's not you I'm looking at...

silence

Want to make someone uncomfortable?
Ask them if they are happy.

Dream

There I am, finally talking to David Eugene Edwards. I'm nervous and can't really say much. He seems busy. In some background thread I'm hearing talk of divorce or the possibility of; I'm sad. We're in the basement of his very suburban house. So suburban I'm confused & disappointed by it.
He is acting like he is in a hurry to go somewhere. He grabs his coat off the back of an all too ordinary sofa and looks at me as if to say "are you ever going to say anything?".
In my brain I mumble something about going out to coffee, but it comes out sounding like the speech of a deformed character in a David Lynch film. I can't even understand it.
He cocks his head, annoyed, and begins going upstairs. I reach after him and start to follow but then I hear buzzing and it's my brother on the phone asking if I want to go skiing.

Some of it I understand, just saw a Woven Hand show, friend of mine is moving out of the city, I've wanted to take D.E.E. to coffee for a long time, etc. But what about the rest of it? Or just the whole flow in general? Is there anything else to it? Does it mean anything? Or is it just my mind spewing out recent images in semi-random order to kill time while the rest of my consciousness lies dormant.

Ski

3 feet in 2 days.
When Colorado is good, it's really good...

been a long time...

What you miss about a person can be interesting. Beyond the inside jokes, phrases, or just events, there's the little stuff. The stuff you have no idea you'll even recall - let alone miss, like the way a lime is put in a Corona bottle.

bee

I believe there are 2 types, those that can spell and those that can't.

I like to think I'm a speller. I'm even kind of irritating about it.

But for the life of me, I can't spell "restaurant".

And the most common error on the web? Look here. I can't remember how I found this or I'd give credit.

What?

Finishing conflicts that you didn't start can be fun.
That guy in the car honking at me on my bike when I had the right away really didn't expect me to stop and come at him.

OK, maybe I just like conflict.

karmacoma

I've been driving a borrowed car for the last few days.
It's amazing how much nicer a modern car is to drive. A CD player. Actual environmental controls. My consumerist blood begins to pump, then I sigh, think about how nice it is not having a car payment, sit back and turn up the volume.

Transparent

Do people know how you are feeling?

I think it's pretty obvious to people when I'm angry.
Probably pretty clear when I'm happy.
And, usually, I want them to know those things. I want that clerk to feel my anger as if it was made of stone. I want my friends to know that when I laugh at their jokes, I'm actually laughing.
But what about those other emotions? The ones I don't really want people to sense?
Fear. Insecurity. Sadness. Boredom.
How transparent am I? How about you?

Concrete

I'm 32 years old.
I just bought a skateboard.
Wonder how that conflicts with the rock statement below.

The Rock

Posit: If you're not a rock star by age 24, give it up.
Argument?

Work

Swam

15. In half the time. Fins make a difference.

Snow in April.

bits

Monster Garage - geek style. Crazy.

John Phillips as toy.

magnets

I just sent an email to a few out of town friends with a link to pictures of my house.
Kind of odd, they send me pictures of their kids (11 between the 4 of them) and I send them a picture of my new refrigerator.

Not sure what to think of that.

Danger!

People do some crazy stuff while they're driving their cars. Eating sandwiches, talking on cell phones, watching tv, it's ridiculous. A car is a lethal weapon. A huge hunk of metal careening down the road. People die all the time.

This I'm thinking to myself as I try and adjust my watch for daylight savings time while cruising at 65 mph down I-70.

Swam

10. Then fell back to sleep. Ridiculous.

Last night at the vines show:

Me: oh cool, this is that cover they do by...what's the name of that band?
Anne: Outkast

...some moments later...

Me: Right, them along with, you know, Bauhaus, Love & Rockets, Peter Murphy and what was that other band in there?
Anne: Tones on Tail.

Handy to stand next to rock trivia girl.

Fragments

"I'm just wondering if a boy will ever be born that can swim faster than a shark."

- Garet, from "the office" a hysterical brit sitcom.
I cried I laughed so hard. Thanks Sean.

That female fashion advice from Mighty Girl I mentioned Saturday night. Part V is more fun. The waitresses at Mynt must've read it.

Jeff said, "It's like we're in a different city". Hate to admit it, but I liked it.

The Black Keys rocked the Lair. Not them, them.
Those of you in the SF area should really check them out here:
Mon 4/7 -- San Fransisco, CA @ Bottom of the Hill

Yes. I know you have kids. That's why God invented the babysitter.

On it's way...

"A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness. "
- Miller, Repo Man