Monday, September 18, 2006
not longing haiku 33-40
to be awake feels wrong &
lamps lit, we fight it
lost tossed would like to
gather moss but can't find a
rock to crawl under
if my last words are
it was fun while it lasted
things went pretty well
if i were a man
i could take a walk right now
without being scared
the cops have been called
you have set off an alarm
leave while you still can
one thing i believe
there is nothing inspiring
about suicide
we were friends one time
your petty desperation
ruins another meal
say the same things til
you melt into one big dull
person with no point
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
funshy
it's your fault
your mind is closed
youre free to judge me
the choices i make
do not harm me
would not harm you
i never pressure
i never preach
you'll never see
& it's your loss
my friend
Monday, September 11, 2006
jim reilly is in national geographic
where you at clarence?
all we are saying is give peace a chance
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
happy birthday phil! adios j, j & m!
i went to santa barbara yesterday for jay & jess & miles' going away dinner/art sale/music show and it was fantastic.
loving the west indian girl spacey trippy rock that rolls
kind of like the flaming lips but easier on the eyes & just very damn good
art show!
jay gets down to another awesome performance by tweener king guadalajara joe!
damn i'm going to miss that guy on the dancefloor.
not so fantastic was the deal at the hotel santa barbara. hotel security shut down our 'party' before it even started.
they didn't buy the line that it wasn't a party, we were working, it was a photoshoot. it was only 7 or 8 of us, fine upstanding citizens, being civil and polite and not drunk, wanting only to converse reasonably and maybe have ah beer and that's it.
on the train home today i wrote some lyrics for "welcome to the hotel santa barbara" (to the tune of the eagles' classic 'hotel california').
Welcome to the Hotel Santa Barbara
We'll kick you out
You don't even have to shout
Plenty of room at the Hotel Santa Barbara
Where it's always late
And we don't negotiate
Party in the lobby
not up in your room
no one has a good time here
we're the hotel of doom
nice people kicked on the sidewalk
at 2 AM
if they're not registered guests
out the door with them
Welcome to the Hotel Santa Barbara
now it's time to go
this means you, G-Joe
No livin it up at the Hotel Santa Barbara
grumpy front desk guy
just won't let it slide
Booooooooooooo
and then just about 40 minutes from home, my train smashed a small pickup truck and man who was driving it. trainwreck in encinitas.
hope you had a great birthday phil, dig the spirit of 76, and best of everything (mejor de todo?) to jay, jess & miles the intrepid adventurers in search of a home that fits their vibe in cadaques, espana.
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
the second tape i threw out of a window
in Senor Hoffmann’s 10th grade Espanol, i threw a listening comprehension
cassette tape out the second-floor classroom window
while El Profesor was out of the room &
everybody saw me do it –
after Mitchell Kent bet me $5 i wouldn’t
Once El Profesor realized the tape was gone, he freaked
his stooped little bald headed thick-ass glasses-ed
self out & announced his plan to ferret out
the criminal(s) – which was more homework
for everybody, more quizzes, and bringing in
Dr. Sullivan (aka Dr. Vullisan) the slick smirky steely Asst. Principal
and the singling out of the 1
kid in the class of color as the likely perp.
he was from the
named Alfonso Hernandez mr. charming &
he was getting blamed for it if nobody (me)
stepped up and admitted it. The reason Al got blamed is
because i’d written a note to El Professor
in semi-broken Espanol (thereby throwing him off
my trail – i had bueno enspanol) saying that
“I threw the tape out the window & ‘the
machine that eats the grass ate the tape’”-
which was true – by the time i
looked for the tape the next week, it was
gone, in its place cut grass.
so Al was getting blamed, Dr. Sullivan was
called in, El Profesor wasn’t letting it
go like i'd thought he would and
fucking Mitchell kent that rat
bastard hadn’t given me $5.
so i fessed up & had to go
to Dr. Sullivan’s office & explain it &
he was kind of laughing the whole
time & instead he talked about writing
his dissertation on Eliot’s “The Hollow Men”
and gave me a copy of the
poem out of his file cabinet to keep &
it was about men stuffed with
straw of clothes stuffed with straw and
just about how fake everything is. So he let me off with a
copy of “The Hollow Men” & a bill for $35.50
to replace the whole set of tapes
from D.C. Heath Publishing Company.
El Profesor had to think it was funny deep
down, too & Al was proud of me for
coming clean i’ll never forget his eyes
in class when he realized he was the one
being singled out wrongly accused
in the end we’re
all alright
except for fucking Mitchell kent who
never gave me my $5
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
come on out to clip n' dale's!
CLIP N' DALE'S!
here's the video commercial! i'm in it, along with buffalo rose & padres jen.
here are some outtakes from beforehand at don's cocktails down the street
donde estan her pantalones?
jen, me, don & rose
ready to go make a commercial!
what a mind scrambling trip! thanks to guadalajara joe, armando telemundo, grandma mary, barbie gottabigbooty, DALE, kevin, danielle & linda for making it all happen!