How many times can you laugh at that cat getting hit by the moon?

Coachella Festival.

I see all the ads that you can watch it online, but I can't find a direct link. Tons of mirrors that don't work, or connect you to ads ABOUT Coachella, but never the direct stream.BrooklynVegan is suffice coverage. Bustos's is there right now after driving since Monday. Who knows when he'll be back?

The rival festival, Denton Jazz and Arts Festival , is going on this weekend also. I really want to get some roasted corn and watch the Bulldog Competition.

Remember 5 weeks? I leave in two weeks now. May 12 will be my last day as a Dentonite. I'll have a temporary address before NYC, so anybody sending me anything(!) I'll let you know.

Plus. I don't find Amy Winehouse appealing at all.

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This must be where pies go when they die.

Where's my car?
Stuck at the Family Dollar between Elm and Locust. Not stuck, but forced to be abandoned. It's in the parking lot though, and I'll pick it up eventually.

Every major street in Denton has been closed since around 5pm today. I was in Willis Library all day, deep in the basement, no laptop or cellphone, and I come out to the End of Days type weather. Needless to say the one test that separates me from the rest of the world I know has been postponed. I'll see my professor at Lou's or something tonight and see what's going down.

So I can't upload any photos right now, but I've been taking a lot. More of Undoing of David Wright and Chief, The Anti-Valentine's Day show. Vista won't accept my software and Hp will send me updated disks when they get around to it. Bah.

Oh snap! I just finally realized what a Columbian Necktie is!

I want to cut off your skin and wear it to my birthday.

Yeah, the title makes sense. It's 3:30am, I'm still slightly drunk, and I'm listening to Q. Lazzarus ( from the scene in Silence of The Lambs were Buffalo Bill is dancing in front of the mirror).

Okay. Maybe I just creeped myself out about it. I should probably change the music.

I'm in an alcoholic daze for two things. I sold my computer (my desktop) for a couple of hundred dollars and that Jacob's out of jail. Yeah, his time was short but taxing. He's a champ.

Spent a night with sipping spirits with Lars and Aaron, deciding whether or not to either go argue with a Pita Pit employee or hang out at the IOOF cemetery. We ended up cruising around in his minivan and eating breakfast tacos from Taco Cabana. We drove around some more listening to My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult. Stomachs full of chorizo and egg, we ended up at Hailey's during
http://www.myspace.com/wildinthestreets set. It was great, especially when Mikey Minywoki threw up some Bronksi Beat like he knew I was there to enjoy it.

I gave $20 to Theresia tonight so she can go to Mongolia to build a house. For reasons known to at least one person who reads this blog, you would understand why I would give so much to the Mongolian people. Marcus said I was trying to make my peace with Ghengis Khan.

I want to cut off your skin and wear it to my birthday, like I'm 15 and listening to Bahaus and I hate my parents.

Do you really want to go and live in that hotel for the winter?

I've notified both jobs when I'll be leaving, already paid my bills and rent for this month, paid for the few days I'll be here in May, paid off the credit card bill (Who knew if you paid in a lump sum they erase it from your record?) and closed my bank accounts. Furniture is slowly migrating out of my room.
I guess because it's so close it feels unreal that this will change a lot of things. Denton is home.

Apparently two tornadoes touched down in Dallas and in Ft. Worth. Unseasonably cold weather, 48 degrees for how much longer?


Good news: Instead of the WTMHMR job I was planning on taking, I'm taking a lesser paying much but rewarding job at the Big Spring Herald.
They have a position for fact checking, which is just more along the lines of handling resources and following up on people's stories. I'll probably involve a lot of livestock stories, maybe a few power lines being down. Someone seeing that Ghost Crane that plagued Big Spring when I was a kid (More on that later).

Handed out heartrapers pins last night at the bar/ Undoing of David Wright show. Why weren't people so emphatic about TPTSTW?

There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.

About to watch Stranger Than Fiction. Everyone I talk to has mixed feelings about it, but I think I'll like it. The premise seems enchanting enough.

There's a protest, or was a protest at my old school. I got the newspaper clippings in the mail today. I miss going to school there, I miss a lot of the people I knew. Haven't kept up really with each other. I know that a few live in the D.C. area going to Gallaudet and a few friends live in Boston.

I slept nearly 12 hours today. I feel asleep listening to Yaz's Upstairs at Eric's. I was half asleep and thinking about how much I loved MAD Magazine as a kid. I would always buy the magazines, but my Dad had a stack from the 1970-1975 Al Jaffee era, the ones where every single strip was funny even to a 10 year old. My favorite was always Spy vs. Spy, because I always thought it'd be funny to see someone really do that, really get blown out of a cannon or slapped by a huge flyswatter- my humor still mainly consists of thinking of people in Spy vs. Spy situations. Although I had an appreciation for the comic my younger brother Dereck (who only appreciates literature spanning between The Dirtbike Kid The Catcher in the Rye and nothing else) took a black marker and elegantly filled in all of the white spies garb in most of the comics. I was really pissed.

Jacob went to jail today and he'll be alright becuase he said they have a Playstation.

Who's that down at the bottom of the garden? Who's that hiding under the sofa?

I turned my two week notice for Border's yesterday. No more discounts, no more towers of boxes or stripped covers, no more annoying customers and no more people asking me if I work there. Because after two weeks I don't, and you can find the Travel section yourself (it's under the sign that says TRAVEL).

Saw Grindhouse last night with Jacob and Co. Robert Rodriguez is still, and always, one of my favorite writers and directors. His contribution double-feature was Planet Terror, which I have a deep felt affection in my heart when people say Texas on the screen. It was the better of the two. Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof was good as well, but I'm a bit sick of the dialog he uses in his movies. It's not as bad as me never watching another Kevin Smith film, but it's nearing. Kurt Russel was amazing in Overboard.

Hailey's last night provided me meeting a model from Oakland (Nick's girlfriend?) and seeing Cletis Blackfoot and Liquid Bounce. I thought that Cletis Blackfoot was....alright. It was like a parade of Dallas MC's backed by UNT hippie Jazz majors. Liquid Bounce has sort of a brothers-in-arms relationship with Heartrapers. They're always at our shows, they support us, they always advertise our shows on their site and their personal site. It's a strange alliance between a hip hop/jazz group and whatever Heartrapers can be called.

Tonight:

He's remembering the skin of an apple, bursting with nebulae, a look into curved reddening space.

I turned 26 last night while watching Elvis Costello videos on Youtube.


Friday Brian and I went to Dallas for an AFI event which White Drugs and The Kansas City Faggots played afterward. We were in that hellfire and brimstone apocalyptic rain that somehow has destroyed all of Texas and we remained unharmed. Hung out with a girl who proclaimed "I'm not that racist, just y'know, I'm racist but not that bad."

Cameron's gone. He went back to Longview. Heartrapers played with Chief Death Rage and Drink To Victory. It was a full show. I think someone named Lil Tedly or Teabag Tommy or something was supposed to play, but everyone sorta left after us and went to Albert's place. I drunkenly agreed to be in a comedy bit with James (Sarah Reddington) and Marcus (www.weight.nu). It's called the Three Worst Elements of Comedy. I think it's becuse we're not funny.


Today...no plans. Sleep/watch the rest of Babel/homework. I'm having dinner with Ms. Kim and Judy and Derek. Judy and Derek takes to long to write...I need something like a "Bennifer" device for them. Judrek. Derdy. Durdy. I dunno.

I've become increasingly interested in my neighbor's house. I live in the part of Denton where all the houses are a throwback to the plantation style, and they have these grand arches and turrents. Most owners of these houses pride themselves with the maintenance and the history of these house. But not my neighbor. He has the same style of house yet has decided to go with a "whataburger coffee cup" motif.


Tad says he's an antique collector with an ailing wife. She never comes out, but you see her at the front window upstairs smoking cigarettes and looking out onto the street some evenings. More photos to follow.