emceebeard back at it
The road to Babylon, errr, the Zoo
So some newly made friends on
MOC told me that The Space has been hot for the last month. And weird as it is talking to random dudes from my former hometown, this bro got me in touch with this kid ryan from like sophomore year. Kid was the first straight edge dude I ever knew. Funny looking back how I subscribed to his unsubstantiated anarchist ideals. I guess it was the sitting on the floor, when everybody else in the jocko school was on the hard benches, that drew me close to dude. Guess he’s chillin in ann arbor for g-school or something. Sent him an email – probably scared him. Will post response.
Tomorrow is the chi. This week: stress/Faerie Queene/drunk/hangover/Death Cab edit/heart break/Taco Bell/abdominal pain/big-headed profs/SIT fucs/gym/Whitehorse fighting/MOC
randomness.
Vilas is good for something
Frantically finishing a J-school proposal for a free trip to
Switzerland. Yah, due at noon and the room is spinning. Alcohol and Academics, its playing with fire. MJ partie tonite. Alien Ant Farm representing.
death in the family
13 hours of editing. words hurt at this moment. need some tv. shit, nothing on at 3!
Heard through the gv that
Dawson's dad died tonite. damn shame, but dude was too ripped to be a father.
can one define pop music precisely? nah!
placing the finishing touches on the HOT pop package for thursday's
paper. an attemp at definition:
pop music is popular music and popularity changes like the seasons. its kind of like the oft-intricate politics within the middle school lunchroom. i compare pop music to this kid named cody who attended mattawan with me. in 7th grade, this better than average looking kid had girlfriends, played travel soccer (which was cool cuz nobody played football yet) and wore skidz. the kid was a walking pop single (“The Sign” by Ace of Bass for example). one day Cody arrived at school to a hallway full of snickering. to guy’s horror, another popular kid (probably a bit more popular) had started the rumor that cody wrapped his unit with duct tape and proceeded to wank. cody moved away to a private school less than 6 months later, clearly caused by the rumor. pop music is volatile by nautre — as in being cool flips to uncool at the turn of the radio dial. some records listed in the lineup are cool and will always be cool -- the highest level a record can climb to. also very rare. others linger around merely for kitsch value and have lost their “popularity" emblem long ago. both categories, though possessing different shelf lives, are pop.
the dice with sleeve and bee stang proved conversatinal. nice switch for the weekend’s whoring. tonite, whoring ... and yes, with you kristen.
SIT, yer my bane
12 days is a long time without a blog. i took a similar hiatus in New York this summer, but that was because of writing fatigue after a day of labour. this respite was due to SITs lack of security against (cyber) terrorism. so what the hell happened? to the best of my knowledge, this hacker ass wipe called “boomzilla” cracked the code, compromised SIT’s hymen so to speak. so now, blogger will not update any of my blogs. so here we are. the good news though, kicked me in the arse to get a version 2.0 in the works. new name, same game ... details to come.
so the library is a scary place at 1h20am. like total hard core study people and dorkuses typing in blogs. and some old dude gambling. damn lots has happened. the ween was pretty decent. meatbags and all, lots of people interacting. and 2 numbers on friday and 1 on saturday. one girl (who seemed cute and nice at the time) left me her name and where she lived – because that was what i asked for instead of the number – totally the whiskey speaking. so i declined her number because i wanted to look it up on the directory from the info she gave me. the whole serendipity conceit or whatever. making challenges for myself. i gots my challenges already. so the point. her name is sarah o’neil and she lives on bassett street somewhere. now, there is a sara o’neil who writes for the cardinal. hope it isn’t her cuz she is a dumb dumb. but it was at 10 s bassett at like 12 on sat. the friday person is an old acquaintance so that doesn’t really count i guess. Me’z a mack daddy. ah not really. no, not at all. english 215 discussion at 9h55. piss piss piss.
miss me? fck you then
this is the first post in the faux rodblog. feels like i moved into a new house, can already smell the new coat of paint and feel the stiff carpet. wonder if this works? back soon .....
