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The gig was incredible and fun, coop. The people were awesome and supportive. Eric hand painted the heroes design on a bunch of t-shirts and hats and threw them into the crowd. (The design is not an H but three buildings, one of which is collapsing; but then, you know, someone pointed out that it actually looked like an H. "Oh", I said. "Look at that.") We made 180 bucks and so broke even on the equipment rentals and what not. I'll have to tell you all about it when I get back. I'll put up mp3s of the show too. Thursday I am going to see Jayerbee's sister do her stand-up next door to where Heroes played. (Remember Jaye?) I hope you feel better, XW. Jeffron! I checked out the crotch of a random pair of shorts in the house I'm staying at. There it was. The now familiar wear pattern. I had never noticed that before. I am watching "Space Truckers". It's ridiculous. I also rented Mad Max "Beyond Thunderdome", which I've seen probably 300 times since childhood. I'll put that on soon enough. Dennis Hopper is embarrassing me. Mytila went out. She really wanted me to go, but I couldn't stand the idea of another night in a bar. Now I'm sitting alone in a house in TX. I love people, but goddamn! The band called me up and put someone on the phone who was singing "Summertime". Rachel said she was playing violin with this girl, who sounded great. I usually accompany her in a slow kind of lazy country-rag way...we're used to doing it, and this girl would have been fun, but I just have that "I don't want to meet anyone right now" feeling. I think it might be bothering Myt a bit, but I just can't help it! Sad thing is I can't talk too freely about it. Heh. The Heroes site is on the same domain as this forum, so I'd be kicking myself in the nuts. I stepped in cat vomit with my bare heel. My left-over veggie chinese dish has a strong kick....it smells like urine, actually. I'm reading "Atlas Shrugged". I've run into so many people who make concerted and non-diplomatic efforts to dis Ayn Rand that I decided it must be a defense mechanism. I'm enjoying the book so far. It reads like a watered down "The Man Without Qualities", which I still believe is the most beautiful novel I have ever read. I drove past Clear Channel's office in Austin the other day, and I spit out the window.
jimmy That is a nifty new blogger interface. I'm feeling lost though, LOL. I'd better make myself familiar with it soon, or my all-knowing tiara will slip. heh. Hope you're feeling better soon x-w. Why is it that germs can sense summer vacation anyway? I've been to the doctor a whole heck of a lot myself in the past few weeks. Baby girl is doing very nicely, but I am being watched for high blood pressure and am now a "high risk pregnancy." Oh boy. For now, this mostly means going to the doctor every 2 weeks instead of once a month, and having lots more tests done. Everything will very likely turn out fine for me and the pumpkin. I am going to a very good hospital, and feel well taken care of. This from somebody who can't stand being told what to do. I don't have as much slack time as I would like, but I'm definitely still around, floating here and there. Or floating as much as a 6 months' pregnant girl can float, anyway. That's my update. Now for some of yours.... Did your sweetie get to you OK after his car trouble, Anna? How was your gig, Jimmy? My sister-in-law is now settled in SD, but I'm not sure we are going to get there this summer after all. I hope we still can. Heh @ jeffron's gray hair. I think you ought to go for the grizzled beard look too. Like John Burkett who pitches for the Sox.
coop Ooo, blogger is all spiffy looking now. Get better x. Fun! Been very busy lately. I was up in Montreal last week, I liked it a lot.
chiefwagonburner I wrote one of the best crappiest fiction stories about bradlees/target/walmart last semester in English. Oh wait. I'm on vacation. There is no "next semester". There was this one boy in my german class who used to wear crotchless pants. So I'm glad that you, jeffron, will spare the world of one more person wandering around with crotchless trousers/shorts. Anyways, this boy knew about the giant gaping hole too, and he would sit in a manner as to exaggerate it. A lot of the girls liked it. Actually I'm lying, because everyone enjoyed it, even the guys, but we were blatantly lying when we said we hated it and thought that it was disgusting. I think we were all slightly jealous/in awe of his Ah. I've been sick since school ended. Last week I had a stomach virus, and now that that's over, my tonsils are infected. They're kind of cool to look at in the mirror cause they're purplish with white specks, but besides that, I can't say being sick over summer vacation, especially first thing, is enjoyable in the least. I miss eating...eating...cheesecake, tacos, spicy Szechuan dishes, stir fry, spaghetti, ice cream... I'm supposed to be better by this weekend, but that's what the doctor said to me last week and while my stomach virus did clear up, I ended up developing tonsilitis instead. And if I'm not better by this weekend, I get to be tested for more illness. Gee, golly gosh, summer is shaping up to be just neato! But don't get me wrong. I must say that being sick has given me a better, calmer perspective on most things. I mean, it's hard to get very angry at anything else when simply swallowing your own spit give you a pain like "sweet holy mother of god!" And plus it's really just kind of funny...I mean, all school year, I was like a sleep renegade, living on the edge, eating full meals of ice cream and chex mix, without ever getting something remotely close to a stomach virus. But finally, when I'm allowed to rest, to get enough sleep and to eat properly, I get sick. I haven't been this sick since like...I was 6, but I've had a pretty short life so far. I realized that when I went to the pharmacy and had to set up a new account (I had never had to get a prescription for anything before). And it's only made me realize that after I am all better, I will eat with a vengeance. I've come up with a list of restaurants I want to hit up already. So far I have The Cheesecake Factory, Burdicks, Cafe Escadrille...the swan street diner...ahhhh. Oh yeah. And I've missed the first days of my volunteering jobs and a job interview at crate & barrel and stride rite. I haven't been out of the house for days, except for 2 trips to the doctor's office. I feel like a monk. I have...cabin fevaaaaa-h!
x I thought he spelled it Yahweh. Maybe that’s why my letters to him keep getting returned with the stamp “ADDRESSEE DOES NOT EXIST – UNABLE TO FORWARD”. Ha, I had really, really forgotten about that poetic dialogue, jimmy. Where is vanderguile these days? Did we lose him/her in the Great Tcint Xodus of 2002? I couldn’t remember who Martin was, then I realized it must have been Heidegger. I also didn’t get vanderguile’s reference until now. There are only two pairs of shorts in my wardrobe. One pair are swim trunks, I bought b/k you can’t really go swimming without them unless you go in shorts, and as stated, I only have one other pair, which are not suitable for swimming, as will be explained below. Of course, one can go swimming in the buff, but the public at large frowns upon this, and frankly, I do too in many situations, such as public pools, etc. Swimming naked with sea lions and dolphins, that’s ok. My other pair of shorts were found by my old roommate in a dumpster in New Orleans. They are actually ok shorts, but over the years the crotch ripped out. They really resemble a rag more than a pair of shorts. You know when your clothes are aged to the point that Goodwill will send them to the rag processing facility that its time for a wardrobe upgrade. So, today I am going to, yes, Target, which I like to pronounce Tah-jay, with a breathy, French-sounding accent as it makes it sound fancy and boutiqueish, and lessens the profound sense of pathos that creeps into my soul when I enter any mecca o’ modern American consumption. But it is hot, and I need shorts. I feel guilty about buying clothes. Like a pair of shorts is going to ruin the environment and contribute to global warming. Nobody else seems to be plagued by these things. But they will, they will, the revolution is coming, lalala. Being poor requires a lot of hard work and is very expensive. I just walked to the mailbox and paid my state taxes. They were only $122 but this is the first time since April 15 that I’ve felt confident that I could send it without it bouncing. I figure they’ll see it’s from me and understand why it’s 73 days late. “That jeffron x, he doesn’t even have a decent pair of shorts”, they’ll say and have a good chuckle. Before I go to the mall, I’m going to eat some pasta and try to upgrade my laptop from Windows 98 to 2000. I’m ready to go but it’s scary b/k right now my laptop works, and I’m afraid to screw it up. But no guts w/o glory, eh? I get up now right at 6 am every day, w/o the alarm, it’s like I have a switch in my brain that goes off. I still set the alarm, just in case there’s a little elf in there who decides to take a siesta ‘till the afternoon. I suspect there is such an elf and his name is likely Pablo. My new belle went to NY for a job interview, so I had a bachelor of sorts weekend. It’s been very tempestuous the last few months, and amorous, and I think it soon may end but I am content, at least with that. I think I am getting mature or something. The grey hairs are certainly increasing. Last year there were only a few, but now there are too many to count without seeming uncomfortably neurotic about it. I’d estimate about 50 to 100, distributed unevenly about the top of my head. They are wiry and white, and I like them. If you count facial hair there’d be a lot more, as my beard seems to be aging at a more rapid rate, no doubt due to years of oppression. I’ve been thinking of letting it grow back, just to see how it is doing. Only three days of work this week - Hoorah.
jeffron x 
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