i just watched Star Trek Insurrection...it sucked. badly.
this is the 8th Star Trek movie i've watched that sucked. even the wrath of khan sucked. i've watched 8 Star Trek movies with hopes that one of them would be good. they weren't. i think i have 2 more Star Trek movies in my queue. i'm going to take them out.
i'm currentlyu downloading radiohead's in rainbows. i'm late i know. i didn't pay them anything. i know a lot of people paid radiohead like 5 bucks. i didn't. 0 bucks.
logan used to hate in rainbows. now he likes it. dan fisher loved it from the start and said so on his blog.
right now i'm listening to the flaming lips's yoshi battles the pink robots. i used to really like this album. now i hate it.
this radiohead album is downloading at a "zip" file. i'm not sure what that means. i think disco dave will tell me what that means. or logan.
oh look at that. it's done downloadig and now i'm listening to it. i'm listening to 15 step. it's jazzy.
tomorrow is d-structure's 1yr anniversary. i'll be there. i might do first thursday's with brandon and matthew and alli. is first thursday's tomorrow? it must be. last time i bought a neat john mckenzie for 50 bucks. now it's hanging on my wall. you should look up john mckenzie. he's great.
i'm thinking of having a glass of wine. cheap wine. maybe i'll listen to some madonna. i have this thing where i have to do stuff in order. i'm a little OCD without it being cool of pop cultural or whatever. so, right now in the order of listening to my vinyl i'm on madonna's first album. the one with lucky star on it. it sucks. lucky star is a song i sometimes play when i'm dj'ing because it gets a nice reaction. i never realized how annoying the song is though. i'm never going to play lucky star again. madonna's record is basically a bad disco record, and i love and collect good disco.
hold on, i'm going to pour myself a glass of wine...8:54pm...
the wine is good. it's a cheap cab sauv. the bottle has a giant red pepper on it. i wasn't planning on having anything to drink tonight but scoring a free radiohead record seems like an occasion to toast to.
i'm thinking about the next reading i'm going to host at my apartment. i'm thinking i'm going to call the reading series BOTH BOTH series. it makes sense. everything i've done in the last 4 years has been called BOTH BOTH. before it was called BOUT BOUT but that was a collabo about a dead girl in Lake Merced. it was a coronary thing so i changed it to BOTH BOTH when i moved to boulder. so i'm thinking i'd like to have maybe alli warren and michael slosek. they both have new chapbooks. i'd like to host an event/party for the release of their new chapbooks. alli's new chapbook is called no can do. i read it yesterday. it is very good. i read it in one sitting. i liked it so much i hyperlinked it as a myspace bulletin. but i did that at the end of the day so i'm thinking nobody saw it. or also i html'd the "anti symbol" which i thought maybe made it look like scary spam. so maybe you saw it but didn't click on it because you thought it was spam. it wasn't. i saw today that there is a rapper named No Can Do who won this year's scribble jam mc battle. he's down with project blowed. i'm down with project blowed. i used to buy their records.
tomorrow i won't watch zodiac because it is 3 hours long and i won't have time.
tonight on the stoop i read Liz Waldner's chapbook Call (meow press)...i liked it a lot. i met liz once when she came to the poetry center at SFSU. she was nice and tried to convince me that i should study with her at UNLV. i remember my friend trevor used to have a UNLV Starter jersey and maybe a hat when we were little kids. trevor was always sort of an asshole. he was the first kid i knew with pubic hair. he showed it to me one time all "holy crap look at this!". that was the first time i saw pubic hair outside of a magazine. it was nasty. he thought he was cool because he wore this Starter stuff but he couldn't skate for shit. and that said a lot about him to me. in my mind if you couldn't skate you weren't really worth much. and what made it evern worse is that he always had these amazing decks. like, he had a Natas board and a dopestick board and dogtown board etc. but he wasn't any good. i was very good. so whenever i think of UNLV i always think of trevor and his lousy skateboard skills. here's a poem by liz waldner
Jane Doe, A Dear
Beth, a house
a female house
Liz, a servant
in that house
E, a name
I call myself:
that's the first poem in the book and i love it.
9:07 and i'm still listening to radiohead's in rainbows and i like it so far. right now i'm listening to all i need and moving to that bass.
i sold some clothes the other day at buffalo exchange. the people working at buffalo exchange in the upper haight are extremely nice. you wouldn't really think they would be but they are. trust me. i made 25 bucks on some stuff. i sold a pair of levi's 505 size 36 that were too big for me. i sold a pair of levi's 515 size 34 that i didn't like anymore. i sold a nice black geoffrey beane button down that made the buyer smile. they bought everything from me except a navy blue airforce sweater. like something you might see in a movie wit giant elbow patches and shoulder patches and it's made out of itchy wool. but it's blue so it looks more like something you might see a member of the UN security forces wearing than a US troops. or also it looks like what Jean Claude Van Dam wore in Street Fighter The Movie.
how come everyone calls a soldier a "troops"? that doesn't really make sense to me. if anything isn't the soldier a "troop" singular.
this wine is tasting good. i think i'll go smoke on the stoop. this summer i read almost half of the books i read on my stoop drinking either beers or wine. mostly wine though. i got to know most of the people in my neighborhood that way. i live in teh lower haight on pierce street on fredrick douglas plaza. it's not really a "plaza" per se. it's one block on a steep hill. our street is tree lined and shady and clean. all my neighbors have dogs. or it seems like that. all my neighbors are alwasy walking their dogs and eventually they recognized me because i was sitting out there reading and smoking and smiling at them. so now they say hi to me and stop and chat and it feels like it is the best neighborhood in san francisco that way. my next door neighbor is named Wally. he's an old black man who has really taken a liking to me. he always says "there he is!...how's it goin'?! pretty good? nice day isn't it? okay then...see you later!" and just recently he's taken to giving me these amazing romance novels ("because i always see you reading out here i thought you'd like some more books!") aimed at the african-american market...the best one so far is about a black Nascar driver and the women in his life. Wally has given me maybe 13 of these books. if you're ever in my neighborhood (pierce st. between oak and fell) and you see an black man in a green hat wearing a flannel sitting in a little beat up honda with a pretty black lady that Wally. he never drives unless he's moving his car across the street. but he likes to sit in his car with his lady friends for hours. he seems to have plenty of lady friends.
some of my favorite books i've read on the stoop are:
bird & forest by brent cunningham
much like you shark by logan ryan smith
the singers by logan ryan smith
small town PZA by parker zane allen
musee mechanique by rodney koeneke
to set you mind at rest by heinrich heine translated by ben friedlander
pussey! by daniel clowes
the tiny #1
a poem a movie & a poem by nick moudry
and especially anna moschovakis's i have not been able to get through to everyone. i loved that book especially.
oh and CA Conrad's deviant propulsion which i read in one stoop session and got his phone number out of his book and sent him a drunken text message but the next morning i realized that the phone number was for a land line and not a cell phone.
i'm going to smoke now.
minor lines, 9/1/14
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