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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Tuesday, April 30, 2002
tehehe. Favorite smells: Turkish Coffee and food
The financial aid lady called out to me when I was in Weigle to tell me how much she enjoyed my poetry from the slam. She wanted to see me perform again next year and encouraged me to keep up with writing. Although not keeping up with poetry isn't an option for me, it's been so nice to be reassured by many others that my reading wasn't wasted breath and the words weren't meaningless. This is what I never did in high school but once and mistoke my acceptance for acceptance of my writing as well. enie, menie, miney... It's flu. A, B, or C? Fever in, Fever out. Broken now. Monday, April 29, 2002 Forget "99.9 degrees, stable now with rising possibilities.." 101.8 That's bad right? I never get fevers...what the bugger is going on? How to cure a weakling child. Bite the fever's tail 5.29.02 Sunday, April 28, 2002
Breeders breed. Now there's a brand I'd like to see. You know, you can't write if you're stabbing the paper. Living in Bret's old room is like living in a H.P. Lovecraft novel. I hear things scuttering sometimes.
Still with the full (fool?) moon. And feeling like shit *cough* at least I have my youth and health right? Ha! My heart probably gave out and my body is just now realizing it. What a copout. Shit. Friday, April 26, 2002
Someone had a didgeridoo at lunch today. They could even circular breath. Thursday, April 25, 2002 For all those participating in the Blogswap.. I don't know how many of you read this blog, but here is the play list for my cd to you all. It is not a reflection of me much besides my odd taste in music. I tried to make it as diverse and beautiful as possible. I couldn't obtain a copy of The Ringling Sisters- 'Garden of Allah' which i am disapointed about since i think it's a perfect addition for the cd. Enjoy! Wednesday, April 24, 2002 I got slammed. Reading tonight at the slam was one of the hardest performances i've ever pulled off- i freaked and couldn't read "Sadamy- Have a cigar" while dropping my pants to reveil little black with red heart satin boxers, so instead i was going to read "Mea Culpa" in the 3rd round. Lucia, Reike, Drew and I all got to the second round though, for me i was suprised. I finnished reading "A Bartenders Love Poem" and the crowd seemed somewhat unreceptive. Phew. I couldn't even enjoy the other poets reading! Tuesday, April 23, 2002 Green Velvet- Answering Machine Monday 3pm My bad fortune cookie saying for today: if you stop to pick up pennies you must be jovial in nature. Senior Prank and ensuing escapades... OH...my..goddess.... Monday, April 22, 2002
I'm going to be a sexy Lab Assistant next year to the incoming freshman! Yay! A spark in this disgusting murky time! I guess that year of Lab management in highschool did have other applications!
Gus is subtitling a copy of "The Princess Bride" with the lines from "A Johnny Bride". Yes yes! *hops up and down and stamps one foot*
AussieAri: i do NOT write essays like bjork sings! Sunday, April 21, 2002
I've found I often get annoyed when I can't hear the lyrics of a song clearly- and I think I should.
So it's paper writing time.
The reeds in the fish pond are so thick you can walk on most of them and get to the big rocks. Saturday, April 20, 2002 More jingles. In Chicago they have separate stores for liquor and the radio health care ads are about contraception, same in Dallas. In Santa Fe the liquor is to the side of the main part of the drug/convenience store and the radio ads are about abstinence. Poems from an evening with Reike and Lucia Have you ever listened to anger's ring build up and die down in your ears? Story i heard over dinner. She gave him her knife because she didn't feel 'safe' around it. He put it back in front of her the very next lunch and said, "There's your implement of destruction." Harsh Drew, harsh man.
"There's nothing worse than the cry of a fully grown man applying ice cold aloe vera gel to his sunburnt appendage." -Susan. time again I'm thinking of all the darkly poetic things to be done. Look! No safety net! The internet has been down since the 16th. It's odd to write something of the moment to a larger audience you don't at that moment have the ability to entertain. So apologies to that lag, everything posted today was since the 16th. The net was disconnected without warning until we can find another servicer, who hasn't gone under without telling us. Now- this is Santa Fe, and we are St. John's, so unlike other colleges we're not apt to riot about this, but even for Santa Fe it's unusually unprofessional. Well I have a seminar paper to write, so less distractions, but for those who need to research, ouch. Huzzah I got money for May Pole ribbons from Polity! WEEE!!! "..and we dance around the May pole!"..
If we forget everything else from Greek class, Mr. Rollins wants us to remember "Ou ma Dia!". "Do you believe in the signs of the Zodiac."- Rasputina To astrologers, you can divine the events on earth by the passing of the cosmos. By mathematical calculation and correlation to impacting acts you can be so grand as to chart the course of human history. Woe to ye who know the scripture. I'm reluctant in reading a piece of literature that effected a historical movement, regardless of it's wretched style, floppy plot, over beaten ideas and a self centered main characters. Now I know I should be thankful for these bits of nostalgia for opening up the field for later works of the same note, and for bringing certain issues to people's attention-but by gods I can not appreciate the literature. I really do not get anything from those works, no experience, revelations or understanding. I'm thinking of "The Wells of Lonliness", and "The Awakening". Maybe I'm not so well versed in the novels of the women's movement, but I've felt like this about other assigned works. Collectors like Resurrectionists. I do have a bunch of comics (yes, I am addicted), stamps, and some coins but I wouldn't say I collect them as the term applies to other comic-oholics or stamp-o-philes. If they are get damaged it's a shame but they are still readable. I treasure pictures, devices, and good stories, or certain series. I don't have any action figures though, I did play with some as a child and now they're pretty beaten up. What's the point of collections you can't touch for fear of damage? I understand preciousness and fragility not in those terms, and why things are behind glass in museums (though sometimes a shame, I'm sure someone could be making use of some artifacts intact for more than display purposes). But who can explain things like fabrishe eggs? They seem to just be pretty and pretty, or a show of wealth in dogged material obsession. Collections collect loons? qua-ho-ha-wa? Die qua, die! Cheek it out. Cheeks, Santa Fe's only strip join has a sign that says "Harmless Visual Stimuli."
I don't put my stock in stars, or wishes in stocks.
Lawyers are not doctors of philosophy- is this just some carry over from seeing a difference between philosophers and sophists? BUHAHAHA.
More Band names: Monday, April 15, 2002
After catholic school, i doubt i'll ever get tired of kistchy little pokes like this line of products.
The johnnie's answer to getting a haircut is a shaved head. We had sushi in town! Fresh ikuru is to die for. I miss stiky rice. Sunday, April 14, 2002
Scarbie has started without me! Alas! But then I realize being at St. John's in Santa Fe is somewhat like live at a Ren fair… Saturday, April 13, 2002 "when you don't know if it's dangerous or think you've had to much, call 1800-......." Oh wow- there was just a jingle for the poison control center's number and when to call them... it almost makes you want to consume poison (or maybe just get drunk enough) to have a reason to call the number in the jingle.. My translation of the Pindar poem from The Meno 81b8-c4 (with Dylon's help) For whomever
Waterballon fight! shaving cream and rice! Huffman's hall carpeting is squishy! I think the Kirby boys won with the help of Gorchinsky and a few full buckets.
what's your favorite bar trick? vaskally vabbit. Dylon is staying over the summer, and as i do, wants to hunt down one of the desert cottontails out here with a spear (or as i prefer, throwing knives) to respectfully make use of it's parts. Burnerkitty.com I love animals. But i don't quite see the point of giving your beloved pet(s) a whole personal webpage? Is it just glorificationour adoration or manifestation of their personality through you?
Fuck Supercuts. I told her 'layer the back, i'm growing it out'. She shaved the back of my head and the other stylist wasn't about to fix it. Luckly at the $6.95 place run by a bunch of short haired hispanic women was a gay guy on methamphetamines with a thing for Bowie and polyester. phew. Start At the art show last night there was a statement piece that declaired how our experiance of art is cheapened by the fighting for space and selling of it in art shows. That art shows were always about artist's petty need to show off their work to others. the joys in the sound and act of verbalization. Today at lunch it became very apparent that inserting 'cunt' into anything is fun. It all began when I miss heard someone saying "Back to Kant". What can you expect after receiving a check with "first hand experience w/ your vulva" in the memo field? Eg. Cuntact ("It's the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen! They should have sent a poet!"), Cunt shack, Killer cunts from outerspace, Cunt smoke, Cunt fu, Cunt runners. Also I was told about the Cunt Coloring Book. Glee!
My 5 second to 5 minute foresight wasn't helpful again last night. True we did finish all the liquor we had in the place (after consuming all the art show's punch) except for the 1/6 left in the vermouth bottle, but when Reike knocked Dylon's beta fish's bowl with an escrima stick i knew the fishy (Otto Waterhouse) was going to have his bowl broken at some point in the night. Reike and i went out to do some escrima practice and when we came back in, Otto was in fact in a new home- The fish bowl that next door uses as the bong water resivoir for their trafic pile on bong. Black pebbles and jagged glass were on the floor, and one large rim piece Dylon used as a crown to pronounce himself the 'king of pain'. Friday, April 12, 2002
HELLLO?
When i came home last night after workout i found a moth ceaselessly swimming around and around counterclockwise in our beta's little fish bowl. It took the moth about 25 second to go completely around, it's wings were stuck to the surface of the water and it made hundreds of tiny ripples and three trails in the water as it moved it's butt frantically up and down. Dylon said it had been there since six, he'd thought it had gone. It had been going in that one direction constantly for over 6 hours. Unfathomable. I fished it out of the water after some resistance on the moth?s part and set it on the windowsill. Thursday, April 11, 2002
Listening to Kid A for the first time. Mostly not what i'd expected from the other album- which makes it wonderfully surprising.
What's with all these black strips of plastic tied about the light posts on campus? Dodgy. Did i forget anything? heat (temperature, latent, specific to atoms and accelerated movement therein)
What Ari heard- "I came to rob foral flaxen." Wednesday, April 10, 2002
There's a fly buzzing in my room and i can't find him. In the mean time...and other events There was an unclaimed dog in our seminar last time. He had followed Sarah Graves in. The prospies were all rather suprised. Monday, April 8, 2002
AAAHHH-MOOOON-RRRAAAA(ARG!!)!!! phlogist this! I'm writing on Prometheus bound (with all it's glorious implications of fire and change) while writing about how we can conceive of 'heat'. Nope, no fire signs here. Istanbul not Constantinople. Apparently the Indian government has been changing the names of their major cities to better transliterations. Now Bombay is Mumbai. Quick! Someone write a song! At least we still have Bollywood! Sunday, April 7, 2002 they've been smoking out our tub room again... i have never seen so many people pile out from such a small smokey/steamy place. not that i needed a test to tell me... "Imagine...a lesbian with a fetish for lesbians!" -Dylon What's Your Fetish? Take the test at Nollykin's World haircuts to watch out for. Elishiba cut her hair to look like Syndey's (but she reminds me of Mo).
I'm collecting NM rain/big goupy slush blobs of snow water to drink :o) Saturday, April 6, 2002
"Yeah, pot use to not be good for me either." What's the most laxitative thing Aramark serves? Kyle's answer: Spinish A boy's bathroom I have no bathroom to call my own. This is ok though, i do get a choice of 3. The boy's bathroom, on the floor i live on, has newly installed Bevis and Butthead Toilet paper in the right stall. There guys are so thoughtful. Unfortunately you can't really use the bathroom safely today as someone hurled yams from friday dinner all over the floor. Tuber! Thursday, April 4, 2002
I think the Timaeus would be a wonderful thing to read to a baby. Wednesday, April 3, 2002 Bacchanal As Ian was giving blood he had this idea: why not get the guys who smoke out with him to give plasma for one month for $50 or so a pop, use it to buy alcohol during which time (1 month) they'll flush their system of pot so that they can then give sperm for $100 or so a visit. This after reading Lucretus about satisfying a young mans need to sleep about. After that they'll take the money they've saved in time for one of the freshman last reading 'The Bacchae' and have a bacchanal, including fonts of wine, perhaps some Saint-Sans or live 'Bacchanal' music, togas, and a pig on a spit. Such ingenious johnny boys. Tuesday, April 2, 2002 on the ceiling of the puter lab. Que
Glass bulbs rock. I envision a Christmas tree decorated with Dumas bulbs, pipettes, eyedroppers, and titration pipes, glass long funnels, test tubes... Monday, April 1, 2002 We were a lunch coming up with names for Reike's band. Oscar's fops, Pansy rock, Humuculous Hussies. Lesbian poetry Mafia. Concept X. Chainmaille Rosary. Delphic Oracle Cracker. Lukewarm Chili. Free Beer. Catharthis of Carthage in a Can. Delayed Segway. Pestiferous Orifice. Significant descrepancy error. Spell check can't help you now. Fe breeze Febreze is some wonderful stuff.
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