May 2003 Archives

go here.
open the yoshimi album audio player.
listen to Do You Realize??

believe what wayne tells you.
then become obsessed with the Flaming Lips like me and buy a lot of their albums. Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots is excellent and so is The Soft Bulletin. if you can see them play, you should go. especially if it is your birthday.

Do not snort your own brain.

Relax

Listen to The Flaming Lips

yesterday i watched the new matrix and i remembered how for a while this year i felt like a screen hero. as if i had the power to bend the rules that control the world. like people could look at me and envy the love i held. it was beautiful and i'm thankful for it. even if i did fall prey to relationship-SARS.

wear your masks, kids. it's catching.

if this job i've got at the symphony doesn't work out i think i'll be an evil genius. except i'm not all that evil. (quiet, you!)

i had this girlfriend a while back. she and i planned to take over the world with our secret robot army which we would construct in our underground lair (some assembly required). she was cool. i expect she still is.

i also planned on dropping everything and jumping a yacht to the marquesas, but with someone else. the marquesas are islands in the south pacific. very far away from everything else. i don't think she thought i was serious but i was. i would have built that robot army, too, but that would have been harder. and i don't actually want to take over the world.

i just want to tell stories. i guess if there's a point to my life, it's finding good stories to tell. and a soft bed to lie in afterwards. and someone foxy to go, "woah! can you believe we just did that!" with. when you tell stories with the right person, they become true.

if this job i've got at the symphony doesn't work out i think i'll be godzilla. but only part time. all that stomping looks tiring.

i'm listening to a mix i made last year. the goal was to make a cd of songs that represent who i am. it's been an awfully long year. i built things and they fell apart. i became things and i fell apart. and still, even after all that change, it still rings true.

i was born a fool for love like sandy rogers sings. beck points out it's nobody's fault but my own and damn if he isn't right. i've still got one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train no matter who sings house of the rising sun. like laurie anderson, my brain continues to be really bossy. sam & dave suggest that i hold on, they're coming but it doesn't matter. this time around i'm going to help myself. i did learn that.

i don't quite believe it yet, but i bet that soon i'll feel like pulling on trouble's braids again, too. because that's who i am. and yeah, i'll remember this year. vividly and forever. with clarity. i'll remember what happens when you pull on trouble's braids and i'll do it again. because i am alive.

it's been screening in my head. the Fat Man takes the knife to the black lacquer coating of the bird but underneath it's only lead. Joel Cairo blames him, saying, "no! it's you that's bungled it!" and they scurry off on another leg of their search for lost treasure. but not Sam. Sam doesn't go. he's not interested in treasure. he calls the cops before bracing Brigid. he gets the truth from her finally and tells her she's going to take the fall for Archer's death.