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And the horoscope clinches it....

So whenever I say, "Holy shit, my horoscope is spot on!" most people say, "Well, yeah, they are written in such a way to be applicable to the life of anyone reading it." That may be so, friends, but if you read what I wrote this morning, and now read my Free Will Astrology horoscope by Rob Brezsny, you will be awed. Here it is: "In 1990, my rock band World Entertainment War played at a San Francisco nightclub on the same bill as the Beatnigs, an assemblage fronted by Michael Franti.

Expectation ruined autonomy

I've been thinking about the next tattoo I want. I mean, the Gustav Klimt Nuda Veritas will come eventually, but I know it will probably be at least a couple hundred bucks and I'm having a fun time thinking about the pillar of words down my right wrist/inside forearm. Words, words, words. The one that strikes me the most right now is "autonomy," meaning living by one's own rules, freedom, independence. Now I just need to figure out what font I want, or if I just wanna blow up the entry in the dictionary and use the little phonetic pronunciation symbols thing (i.e.

Feeling better, thinking better, living better, loving better

So I did this little 180. I'm trying to get back to this place I once was. I mean, I know you can never totally go back to a certain time. The conditions can never be perfectly replicated. It's kind of like a recipe. It'll be slightly different each time to you make. But I know I can at least gather together the same ingredients that I was using say, oh, four years ago. I had just expatriated from Boston, a place full of drugs and sadness and filth, returning to Burlington, to my love. Life from there was so beautiful for so long.

What ever happened to I don't give a fuck what you think?

My birthday and New Year's are my two favorite holidays. My brithday is in August, so since it's sort of mid-way through the year, I look at both dates as moments to stop and reflect on my life in the past 5 or 7 months, depending. Am I doing what I want? Am I happy? Have I progressed? Mid-April is neither New Year's nor my birthday-tide, but I've been moving into a lifestyle that isn't something I can maintain without despising every cell in my body. And that's how I have been feeling for a while now, maybe since my brithday last year.

[know subject]

Windows are open now. Fresh air coming in, tourettic utterings from the streets wafting in, and me, wanting to jump out of my skin. The windows need washing, from the inside out. (Some chick is yelling "Fuck you. No, FUCK YOU!" into her mobile phone down below.) What do you use to shut it all down? Mimicry? Despondancy? Imbibery? Immoral delights? Focus? Discipline? Sonic intoxication and spastic dance rites?

the beauty of being American...or alive in general

You know that movie American Beauty with Annette Bening and Kevin Spacey and that hot weird dude? Easily my favorite movie of all time. I remember watching it in the theatre with a friend and thinking, "Finally, someone has the balls to expose the disease of falseness and greed corrupting our nation." For someone who has always been concerned with image and false fronts and pretentiousness, this movie was like the wake-up call I was hoping America would heed.

A poem by ee cummings

[Rebecca's note: this is truncated, so click Read More below to read the whole thing]

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
 
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
 
how should tasting touching hearing seeing

Happy Nuda Year

Oh golly, gee whiz, it's been a pig's age since I've written here. I'd like to write more here. This is truly my space and the page within the book that is my face. Ah, one resolution after another. I thought today as I walked a couple miles across town that I'd like to try and use the public transportation system more often. Instead of driving to the grocery store, I should take the bus. Anyhow, my post below was right-on in the sense that I DID record a Christmas album, proudly titled "Humpin' Holiday" and available for download on the music page (right click the tracks).

Fall

Seems like everything is against me when it comes to recording right now. My amp was fixed and is now broken again. I installed Tracktion on my computer and it doesn't fully function. I'm a firm believer in "everything happens for a reason." So there must be a reason. I'm getting back into writing as I took the summer off, trying to remember why life is important, I guess. That sounds a little melodramatic. Not meant to be so. Anyway, despite these set-backs, I pledge to have a new recording by the end of the year, even if it is only a Christmas CD (which is a definite).