the first beet crop of the season is now in the ground. 

ruby queen beets.

(county of kings),

there's so much rain outside.

i hope i don't explode.

right on so many levels.

got you kate and .

note to self:

last night, in my dream, ryan adams lent me a graphic novel by tea meyo.

remember to return it.

last night i dreamed somebody loved me (or how i survived a nuclear blast)

in my dream last night, columbia was situated on the atlantic ocean... 

we were at war with someone, cause all i know is i went out on the deck of what was essentially my beach house dorm and saw these planes coming and firing a mixture of bullets and lasers. This continued for some time with the enemy planes dropping bombs not unlike the tie bomber explosives in star wars. it was getting heavy. there were all kinds of broken ships and girls in lime green we love new york shirts that had an outline of florida on them. this continues for a long time. its fairly exciting, but also dangerous. ahh...i just remembered there were like nasa spaceships landing in the water too. it was so cool. i saw at least two land. one was a full size modern space shuttle. the other was one of those pods from the early days of space exploration.

okay, so eventually, i see this plane that looks exactly like the enola gay come and land right next to the dorms. needless to say, i freaked. i had figured the entire time they wouldn't hurt us because we were college students, but now i knew. so i ran to the basement. i suppose this part warrants a brief fleshing out. i've been helping my dad clean out basement which is piled higher than mighty with boxes and the like. i ran behind one and all of a sudden i feel this really warm, weird feeling on the back of my hand that was exposed. i faced away from the blast and took a nearby blanket and threw it over me. i don't really remember much else. all i can say is that i somehow made it unscathed, except for my hand, which was pretty mangled. it hurt throughout the rest of the dream.

when you survive a nuclear blast, where do you go next? downtown! nyu! 

so i went to my friend candaces graduation. they had these big metal detectors and there was a long line of people to get in. they id'd me and and made me pay a fee to pass into the section of nyc, which was more like the normal nyc than columbia's area. i entered this space and there were jam-packed chairs and an orchestra was doing a conduction. my other friend bailey, who is best friends with candace, was in the orchestra playing flute. i went over and bugged her for a while, until the setting morphed into a seminar on the philosophy of war. i got in trouble for talking to a kid named orrin. he was trying to put the pieces together, but the teacher yelled at him telling him that his comment was not valuable. 

...and then i woke up.

my mom just told me that its for dreams like this that the swim test requirement prepares you for.

home.

respect beer.

nothing is significant. everything is beautiful.

dude sigh

a moment of appreciation for a beautiful soul

the world will never have another arthur russell. 

they say he disappeared into his music. i don't doubt it.

why sobriety?

this effort is altogether too together. 

where is the band of hootenanny?

(i guess its comforting that all four 'mats only play together on one track).

verdict: proving that creativity does not always thrive in sobriety.

a few thoughts.

we jam econo, jams run free, strawberry jam, kick out the jams, etc. 

why everyone scared of the jam these days?

gay boobs

slayer. geez man. play those songs a little bit faster, why dont you? and the vocals are so weird. they really freak me out. the production values are so estranged from the music. 

there are rain drops on my glasses. sometimes i leave them there as long as possible. they make vision so unpredictable.

freak out

froke out earlier about an essay on vw. 

a little more placid now. 

thanks for listening bloggy.

super avant sludge black metal wizard king lizard

torche and harvey milk. july 29.

its going to be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo rad. 

OMFG.

exploding brain-ears-body-beer.