Author: jae

alcohol + webcam = trouble

Sean Penn Lashes Bush over Iraq War Drums
you go Spiccoli!

Bird the Size of a Plane Spotted in Alaska?
wtf?!!

ok, i remembered that i also dug up my Euro pics last time i was out at storage… here’s the first few scans. someday i’ll get the rest scanned in. i picked out about 50 or so that are interesting enough, and i’ll post them on my site one-a these days. i’ll post some here, too.

here it is… the famed Woodstock Hostel! ah…

the view from our window

the street we lived on (i think)

Ria (ain’t she purty?), dead person, and my ol’ pal Krista, at Krista and Travis’s apartment in Atlantic Beach, FL. i think the dead guy is our friend Deadhead Ed, who looks exactly like a 7-foot, burned-out hippie version of Chris Cornell. this was a party to celebrate me not bein around for a while.

me & Paola (from Sweden). in case there would ever be any doubt, i love this woman dearly. she’s so sweet and wise and amazing and brave. the night Ria and i got drunk and almost threw each other off the train (Vienna to Prague) in drunken Irish fisticuffs, she came to console me and even told me that she loved me. awwwwww! i love her too. i hope she’s doing okay, wherever she is. someday i’ll find her again, if it’s the last thing i do. this pic was taken in the lobby of the Flying Pig, a cool hostel in Amsterdam. yes, that’s a joint. damn straight.

Paola, Ria, & Emily (from Boston). Emily is the funniest woman alive who is not Janeane Garofalo. she really is that funny. kept me in stitches for weeks. i really missed her when i got stuck behind by myself in Prague. i hope she’s doing okay, too. i have no idea where this photo was taken, but from the date, it had to be somewhere in Prague.

woodstock hostel

this is the place Ria and i stayed at for our first ten days in Paris. we met a TON of great people there. the site sucks ass for content, and there’s almost NO pictures of the place. in fact, i think they may have moved since ’96, unless the “music room” and “internet room” (et cetera) they’re talking about is actually just an old Tandy laptop in the lobby (which is also the lounge, and the bar) where a busted ukalele might now hang on the wall.

the place we stayed at was much more rustic than this place sounds. a microscopic kitchen no bigger than 5 feet by 3 feet, but a nice courtyard in the center (in between the neighborhood buildings), like a big square hole where all we round pegs used to congregate when it wasn’t raining too hard, eating and drinking and carrying on like caterpillars on our way to a metamorphing (the Great Bris of the Soul, as it were). but dirty and cheap and friendly, with crazy communal everything and little hot water and oddly strict rules and checkout times.

of all the hostels we stayed at, i liked that one perhaps the best. although the last one, The Three Ducks (“Les Trois Canards“), also in Paris, woulda been great if they’d-a had that single (room) Ria wanted to get on our last night, rawr-pft!

the local pharmacy, where i had to drop a ton of cash for refills on my “fountain of rat youth” (200mg alpha lipoic acid + 500mg acetyl L-carnitine*, twice a day… according to Dr. Bruce Ames (i think that’s his name), that’s the dosage they’re trying on humans; in rats it has raised metabolism and energy levels, making them behave as if they were younger, in their prime… this according to last month’s Discover)… anyway, they had Black Sabbath’s Paranoid on CD for $6.99.

cruising down main street in my V-8 Dart SE, arm on the door, steering with my wrist, bangin my head to “Iron Man” at 120 decibels …i rule.

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tomorrow i’m meeting some old pals in Yellow Springs, hippie capital of the midwest and generally rockin’ burgh (RAW hung out there for a long while; Rod Serling taught at Antioch). either at Peaches or The Gulch. come one, come all. confirmed attendees are Jason Styer & his awesome, kickass fiancee Krissy, Jessie Grisso, Tricia Addeo. e-mailed Bill “Einstein o’ the Apes” Davenport. Richie Eldridge might show, and Trish will probably bring one or more of her pals… hopefully Tracie. i was supposed to hook up with her last year, but things kinda never got off the ground, mainly because i was more interested in someone else.
*cough*Padrona*cough*
<kicks Nancianna in the shin under the table… hard>

* anybody know if the “acetyl” part makes any diff? i can only find “L-carnitine”, not “acetyl L-carnitine”

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interzone agent	driven	tan silhouette	Meat-Thing
	Pootie Tang	fuck-face

whee hoo! my paid account is finally active!

i was fooling around a bit to see all the cool new things i can now do… looks like they’ve got the RSS feeds going pretty well now, so i added memepool, slashdot, bbcnews, wilwheaton, and salon on. (anybody can add that stuff… see http://www.livejournal.com/syn/ for details.) i’ll look around some more. i don’t think i want to bother with a lot of the REALLY coolio stuff just yet.

got a buncha cassettes out of storage yesterday, along with my old trusty four-track. i’m gonna take it to Indiana next week for repairs, as a sort of present to myself. i hope it won’t cost too much, but god dammit, i have GOT to lay some of this shit down on tape before i go insane!

in related news, i taped “Let It Be” on my crappy dictaphone, to see how well i’m actually pulling it off (outside my bloated head). it sounds noisy and hissy, but i think i pulled it off alright. i kinda started doing a little Nick Cave thing a bit. for those who don’t know, i was working on a sort of imitation of Nick Cave doing “Let It Be” about two years ago, long before that spooky bastard went and actually recorded it hisself for the I Am Sam soundtrack. weird as fuck, huh? (i haven’t even heard it, although i’m dying to, especially considering it was my goddamned idea in the first place!) anyway, i damn near hit that high note at the end, and my timing wasn’t too bad, so i guess it worked out ok. i play the piano part in a sort of pseudo-gospel way for it, too, so it’s gonna sound kinda neat when i get around to putting it in stereo with overdubs. i’m not sure if i’ll lay down that beautiful guitar solo (from the dirty version) or not. and for once, my vibrato was actually good. too bad you can barely hear it over the noise on the tape.

of course, this stuff will NEVER be released, since the royalties for recording a Beatles cover and selling it are far too great for the likes of me! but i’ve got a few cool covers in the can (from back in the day), and it’s always really fun to do those. someday i’ll be the next Todd Rundgren and record really super spot-on covers, with just a little twist.

cool sites of the day:

Voice Yourself (Woody Harrelson’s agit site)
Science Tunnel kinda trippy
Asia News Network news from Asia (duh)
Creative Time NYC urban art

“Two things will never go out of style: spirituality and sex. They’re the same thing. At the moment of supreme orgasm, even the atheist says, ‘Oh, my God.’ In the fullness of the moment, you don’t know if you’re Irish or Mexican, black or white, rich or poor. You’re in this Niagara Falls of release.”

-CARLOS SANTANA in USA Today.

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cool site of the day: Nat’l Geo/pyramids

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news:
Scientists Confirm Massive Black Hole in Milky Way

Russian Space Rocket Explodes, One Killed
Workers Discover Ancient Grave Site in Nicaragua

tonight, as last night, i shall once again dream of a certain Deluge sweeping over me; taking my breath and leaving me nearly senseless in my bed. i will never again dream such things, and that will be sad, if only for a little while.

yet while it lasts i will give my self and my body to thee, oh ceaseless Tide, and then nevermore.

all our lives we spend, taking off our clothes for the world to see us as we truly are. i am only in my underwear, not yet naked, and have no considerable words to speak. pray, give me but a moment to unwrap myself for thee….

o gods! there is nothing more beautious than a slim woman with a fat belly!

and herenow it is Fall. the mutuality of love dies like the crisp brown leaves on their dried branches; it may thirst a little, yet it only finds something new, refocuses itself a little for the coming Spring.

i can not wait.

Melissa~

may my gods and your gods and everyone else’s gods bless you, for you have brung me the corpse of a dead man who yet smells so sweetly, an American mad poet beyond all description. i will never forget that you have done this for me; brought me Henry Miller, a writer as bleak as the snow but as joyous as a dog (or is it vice-versa?). and he is only one of many things you have laid at my feet. someday i will lay many things at yours.

yours in every conceivable sense,
~jeremy

now i know i’m gettin’ old
when my beer goes warm and my red gets cold
never woulda ever woulda taken that road
if it wasn’t for a friend of mine…

-tm/mt(tm)

my senses are becoming clearer. a sort of meta-para-satori, a ghost of an epiphany, has passed over me, and within me, and throughout me.

i am not meant to live the ordained, or rather, pre-ordained life. i am meant to be free. and not just free, but WILDLY free. i am meant to be a hobo, riding on all the lost ghosttrains of America and beyond, and to chronicle my adventures like so many before me. i will not work unless i want to (unfortunately, i’d like to have a little extra cash right about now), i will not come when my government, my priests, or even my relations call me. i will not paint the pretty pictures like i was taught to, nor will i think pretty thoughts or buy pretty things. i shall not want these things anyway. i will do exactly as i please; i will harm no one, unless provoked (and even then it will take something very significant); i will do nothing more than what the fullest awareness wills me to do. that is to say, i will act as i am told to act by my only master: the god i name “Self”. i will not be selfish, but i will be Selfous… an individual. i will give as much as i am able to give, in order to plant the seeds of Awareness and Freedom and personal anarchy in others. i will strive to create new methods of expression wherever and whenever i am able to do so. and when not able to create new modes of Art, i will revel in the old pastimes… feeling, thinking, drawing, writing, making music, or just shakin’ my bootay. i will also turn up de Funk as much as i am physically capable of doing, reminding the Yooney-verse at all times that Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle is a matter of fact, jack, and therefore no deity or universal law could ever be absolute enough to crush the devastatingly mind-expanding power, glory, and/or beauty of Funk.

i henceforth COMMIT myself to my goals. i will live in squalor, as long as i can afford it. i will write and create as much as my physical manifestation (body) will allow. i will give (reciprocate) to the gods (the universe) that which is theirs (energy). i will use many, many (multitudes) (a plethora of) parentheses (these things) also (necessary) (important) (holy) (no, scratch holy, it’s not really holy or nothin’ -jes’ how i write, man).

this will be my mark which i will leave; whether i leave it only on my own grave, or on the souls of the young who have not yet been born, will be the only decision i will not make for myself.

fuck. the closest Fostex service center is in Ft. Wayne, IN or Indianapolis. and there used to be a place here in Dayton, too. fuck.fuck.fuck.

i need to track some shit soon or i am going to fucking go NUTS!!!

Tristessa~
Big Sur; Tropic of Cancer… visions of Cody, lonesome traveller

~the drifters

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