in california, the waves break on the beach

26, 27, 28 july

as i
further myself
in mountain goats fandom,
i am equally becoming
distant

from the
real world. i got
joy joy joy in my soul
tonight, i got joy joy joy in
my arms

allright,
all right. you treat
me badly, but i love
you madly you really gotta
hold on

me.

on the lower 48

i feel
like if i don't
see kansas now, i nev
er will, but i'm learning to live
with that.

not to
influence your
decision or nothin',
but we could always just take shrooms
and freak

the fuck
out in utah's
desert, always on the
way to much bigger and much bet
ter things.

notes on a weekend getaway

july 22 on exponentially expanding RSS feeds
how can
i will myself
to check my blogs when i
know how many have accumu-
lated?

july 21
my need
for an iphone
currently trumps any
and all other needs. where is it,
then? huh?

july 20 on oregon's access to medical marijuana
watching
planet earth and
playing rock band was best
complimented portland's stance
on pot.


july 19 on apizza scholls, reservation for eight
pizza
in portland? are
you sure this is the best
i've ever had? it absolute-
ly is.

july 18 on the dismantling of the 24/7
i could
mention the house
just FEELS different now, but
all our friends still live there, so what's
the point?

july 17 seattle in a nutshell
how i've
missed glo's breakfast.
i have not missed how cold
the lake always seems to be, how-
ever.

july 16 on touch screens taking over the world
virgin
america! a
resounding fuck yeah for
an airline that eliminates
talking.

july 15
either
i need to be
more interesting, or
start writing these before all is
brain lost.

july 14
we are
down to the wire
here. i'm moving in two
weeks; are you coming to brooklyn,
or not?

july 13
i miss
that cable is
either a constant stream
of law and order svu or
seinfeld.

july 12
there is
no way this could
be less fun than waiting
two weeks and then trying to play
catch up.

july 11 on having enough time to stand in city hall all day
parking
tickets wage war
on those unwilling to
fight back; these people are also
employed.

july 10 on post modern separation walls
ghosttown
is a ghetto
in the nazi sense, though
its borders are defined by new
condos.

july 8 & 9 on the juvenile stalkings of neighborhood superstars
david
choe, tomine, clowes,
boxcar (jawbreaker, duh),
dare i mention cometbus? i
would not

have been
able to deal
with my teenage years in
'the o,' leading to my 20s
in jail.

july 7 on the worst instrument to have next door to you
there is
one bagpipe in
oakland, california.
my neighbor has it. i guess he
loathes me.

july 6
why do
i have a cat?
cats can't move to spain. they
can only sun their bellies. mad
respect.

july 5
the one,
i mean ONLY,
redeeming quality
of your warehouse is fireworks
up top.

june 30-july 4

it is
not lost on me,
the irony that,
while we were fighting through
tears about moving across the
country,

i was
blowing off my
plans to go see sex and
the city movie, where carrie
has to

meet big
in paris to
find out that they are
just greatest lovers afterall.
plus, it's

something
that the whole time,
i'm trying to write a
stupid fucking poem in my head.
even

tim gunn,
whom i channeled
for support, knowing his
own breakup history couldn't
save me.