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11:54 am: FRIDAY / 26 Jan '01 ::
A favorite subject: Junior's from the backseat of a cab on the way home at night
Heard It Through The Grapevine by Marvin Gaye was topping the Brittish charts the day i was born. Innit Canny? What song was #1 on the charts the day you were born? Find out on This day in music dot com [via jkh]
Last night saw the draculaish film Nosferatu, which was screened in a large atrium with palm trees, with a live orchestra playing an original score. Great. Then out to sushi with eqb, where we ordered a Vampire Roll. No kiddin. Sold john's car this morning. Showered. Made coffee from recycled (yesterday's) coffee grounds. Why? Why? Why did peter tell me about people who do that? Bad bad idea. Sad waste of water. Came into work and made some freshy with the French press.
10:22 pm: THURSDAY / 25 Jan '01 ::
Just how i like them: short and bitter sweet, The 100% Perfect Girl. Thanks to madorangefools for the link to this sweet short story by Haruki Marakumi. I found it difficult to read, so i repurposed it for a different textual layout. You can read it here.
It's Fresh? ... it's Dope? ... I'm sorely in of need a new descriptive word. How's this: it is lemon-tea-milky-refreshment. For your nyc photo fix, check out subinev.
2:17 pm: WEDNESDAY / 24 Jan '01 ::
The Sun: Shining
My Napster: Dead Flowers: Rolling Stones and
Broken Homes: Tricky with PJ Harvey
The New Year: of the Snake
My Heart: Content... and content, and then
...... and wanting
3:24 pm: TUESDAY / 23 Jan '01 ::
Napstering Sweet Black Angel by the Stones
Tim emailed me this morning and said he's very happy to be in California. He also said he might buy a VW camper van. He went into a delicious fantasy of what his new life might be like with an early model Westfalia, color green. He promted me to remember my own Pea Pod: a 1978ish VW. He asked for a story. Here is one:
part A: LAURASTORY -» I'm riding in my pea green Westfalia whose RV license plate reads 4PEAS, which, being a registered RV, means that my 4 friends in the backseat are legally swigging Sierra Nevada beers, while i navigate in the passenger seat, and someone named mark or kris or matt drives.
I put in a tape of twangy bluegrass mandolin and banjo music.
I am in Utah, barrelling south, after having packed up camp early this morning from the Canyonlands. It is August. The high, hot sun blanches the road ahead. The seats are sticky... the windows are down. Van is air-cooled. Van's ignition cannot be shut off, even when we stop to pick up some gas, or a Willie Nelson tape at the roadside gas n' sip, else the van, being 20 years old and not without kinks, will shut off and not ever turn back on again.
The van will not go over 30 MPH on the hills as we make our way up the red earthen mountains, which we must climb before we can cut-loose into the valley that is Telluride. Hundreds of cars will pass us on these hills. Nobody will honk. They will only envy our fume-y smelling, card-playing commute. We pull on our Woolen sweaters as night comes along and the air thins out.
We are on our way to Telluride, Colorado where we will be sleeping in the pop-top bed for the next 3 nights, and listening to live music from our blanket at the Bluegrass festival during the next 3 days. It will snow on our first night there. The power will go out in town and we will listen to a reggae band jam acoustic in a dark bar. The sun will come out tomorrow and melt all the snow away while it works on sunburning our shoulders. Bela fleck will rip it up on the banjo.
MORE FRESH. LESS CLEAN:
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C train reading
C train riding
at the tribeca grand
red hair... green hat
+ this kid's from brooklyn
+ a cute org = red
+ djPriest = globalhobo
+ we are fresh
+ mat...mark...Luke Holder
+ mad orange fools
+ pronounced YevGenny
+ aren't we clever? yes.
+ bfg = ???