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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Saturday, August 28, 2004
For a guy with abandonment issues, he certainly has done enough abandoning himself.
A friend joking said it looked like I was growing a mullet. The words cut through to my heart and I was in an agitated shock. I didn’t know if I should kill or maim him. I settled on insulting male pattern baldness and comb overs done from the eyebrows. Touché. Still- He couldn’t possibly have known the terror that is the lesbian mullet to the non-mulleted lesbian populace. *shudder*
Well after 7 months coming he’s got a bench warrant. It’s not like $300 in my hand but it’s that sort of knowledge of dormant punishment awaiting that give me some scant peace. I think I use to get that feeling a lot in high school. Asshole.
Oh yeah. Get your dork right here. At elevation Rehydration in process… Well now... I’ve come to peace with Texas. Other great signs we came across: Frozen Head National Park
Leave Rome to the Romans and Graceland to the King. But god damn, this is worth being non-kosher for, i agree with Elvis.
There’s some dialectic analytical that’s been totally lost in other's 'higher' education, and thoes people are shot for conversation, probably something to do with an overload of written information.
Wow. It’s really hard to change people’s first impressions of you…especially to change what they wanted from you that first time. Santa Fe VS Annapolis. My run down of pros and cons after visiting Annapolis.
The Dodge Tomahawk. I have never been so awed by a bad idea actualized.
Covered in an inch of slush from NY and NJ highways, I watched the sun rise and venus disappear into a dull gray cloud cover.
Apparently there are about five scurvy cases a year at MIT. They have posted signs reminding students to ‘Eat your fruit and veggies!’ So far I know of only one scurvy case at St. John’s. Ah…Kyle Wark, you mystic Alaskan, no one can survive forever on Papa John’s.
What do you recon the most published least read book ever is?
Did she ever tell you about her brother who accidentally walked in the DC Pride parade thinking it was the young republican’s convention? He had a good time till he realized it., everyone was happy and pleased to see suited lanky white young men with their ‘Young Republican’ buttons on. Things I’ve stolen: Bubblegum on accident from a grocery in Hong Kong, I just walked out with it in hand, I was 8.
Unlike most women I have actually found ‘the perfect little black dress’, oh yes I did. And then my roommate who’d grown out of this Italian # gave it to Goodwill. I’ve lost hope of finding anything like it again.
There’s an old man in the park chasing pigeons across from our hotel, One Washington Circle. He's swinging his cane with intent to hit and other times just to clear away the birds in range. It reminds me of Poisoning Pigeons in the Park.
Men have no hips. I will never get over this fact. NO HIPS I say! None! And NO ASS! A spy joke "8. Marine guards seduced by female KGB agents known as ‘swallows’" In Boston: The new MIT building is in fact uglier now it’s been built. What a great waste. Things I had forgotten about the ocean: It pushes and pulls- at the same time The evils I know of women because I am one: Throwing emotional blame so effortlessly. Effecting the burden of their sex upon everyone else. Courting what they want (from someone, from something) not what is. Attempting to lay claim to the personal territory of others that is not theirs to own. Hen pecking. Poor treatment of the object rather than addressing the subject’s issues. Keeping false friendships with their enemies, closer than they keep their friends. Musings on sports events as it’s what’s on the bar TV Years from now an alien civilization or far off future mankind will look at gridiron-cricket-rugby-and soccer and wonder at our behavior. Take the Superbowl, for a sec, unlike cricket and soccer it doesn’t tend to end in mass violence by fans and watchers of the loosing team and though it isn’t such a violence provoker what it does parade is just as strange. Under a huge well constructed and cared for dome resembling the arenas of many far older western civilizations, we pay billions happily to watch large men in a lot of padding crunch into one another as they attempt to get an oddly shaped ‘ball’ across a field. There are many time outs, stops and starts, they never seem to run for more than a few seconds, and no, funnily enough you usually get more than ‘1’ point for getting the ball to the other end. To unknowing eyes it sort of looks like some bizarre trained bull-like ritual. Then- Halftime. Performers sing and dance, their bodies covered in fashions making them look extraordinarily un-human and we thrill and are disgusted and outraged when someone has her middle aged breast popped out of her costume, weather or not she and her accomplice planned it. We cut to a commercial break about a canned slightly fermented mass marketed beverage of little quality of taste, which, to someone who again, has experienced nothing of the sort, seems like urine.
Do you think infidelity could be genetic in any way? Or that it could become a physically impossibility for some people to be fidelitous? Not to give this theory any wind though… bad bloods The clap, ghonorrea, typhoid, consumption, gout, black death, scarlet fever, pox, polio, malaria, dysentery, yellow fever, whooping cough, cholera.
I don't trust Gluten Free Beer.
Buffalo's best newspaper: The Beast
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004 Axolotl is a symbol of progress. From Russia Monday, August 9, 2004 Public Announcment of Intent to Change Name Pucksatawny Phil, aka 'Phil', Male, 5, standard coloured Hedgehog will hereafter be refered to as 'Puck'. Lingerings of apartment #3 The old man’s smell has been following me all day. It’s this old festered for ages body stewing away smell. The sort of von you get off people who are falling apart, and doing not much else. Overwhelming and sickening, repulsive to anyone with youth. It’s been here all along, and sometimes it gets worse. Sometimes it makes me hold my breath in the hallway downstairs and all the way across from where it originates. Saturday, August 7, 2004 My T-shirt wish list: New Mexico, cleaner than regular Mexico Skipping work adventures. After successfully crossing the border to find out Lake Erie is a big scum pond devoid of any life not of the hardiest scavenger sort, we moved on to Niagara-on-the-lake to look for a beach. On the way we bought some mixed fruit from the farm and some homemade ice cream worth every cent and pet the pigmy goat and the pony who was afraid of the mean muscovy ducks AND the little goat. We found out there really wasn’t any beach left to speak of anymore around there but that the Dufferin Islands were a nice place to swim so off we head and come to a maze of paths, greenery and roads about these ‘islands’ that are just to the side before the falls. The signs on the walking bridges said ‘No Swimming, Absolutely no diving’ and since it was clearly 5 foot deep at most, the last instruction seemed like a given. Seeing not a single Mounty (much against my hopes and dreams of Canada at all times) or other authority in sight, and having seen some kids playing around in bathing suits, we found a shallow part where the water temperature wasn’t much to hesitate on and the current wasn’t too strong. We oddly hobbled over smaller sized shards of flat rocks and remarkably didn’t get any cuts on our feet. I didn’t go in above my belly button because of the temperature but compared to Lake Erie the water was crystal.
This whole ‘growing out the hair’ bit is going to be interesting and trying at the same time. At the moment to aim is something like t-h-i-s.
Run Phil Run! Run like Montezumma's revenge!
You know what would have made the first Matrix movie even better and may very well have saved the next two from Keanu Reeves’ horrendous acting and an even more horrible plot? If at that scene where Neo is trapped in the Matrix getting his butt kicked by Agent Smith and Trinity is standing over him on board the Nebudchanezzer, if at that moment after she says she knows what he doesn’t (and remember we’ve only heard the Oracal say ‘Sorry kid, you’re not the one’ and also that Trinity did not tell Neo what the Oracle had told her), if what she knew was that SHE was The One. But no, that didn’t happen, and they should have stopped while they were ahead instead of dragging out the predictable asinine ending to the utter ignoral of the questions they raised in the beginning. I’m so fumed about it because they were questions well worth asking- and rich ones too.
I like meeting new people, not so much because of any prospect of making new friends but because they make me realize I don’t know it all, and even if I did, I wouldn’t see it the way they do. Most of the time when I start to realize who someone really is I am delightfully surprised that they exist. To receive, and maybe why I hate asking. In my family, asking for something has an odd turnout, even if it’s for basic necessities. If you can, take don’t ask, because asking means a great rigmarole of checks and imbalances. Outright asking usually doesn’t work immediately, and anyway it’s never well received. Even if there’s some urgency to it the request won’t be answered to the full affect. You have to wait for them to feel good and graciously beneficial about whatever it if you need or want and then later, but not so late that you’ve forgotten about asking for it, it’s as if you had never mentioned it in the first place, as if somehow they had noticed what it was that you desired and gone about acquiring it for you with such earnest and good intent.
I have a friend who wants to have a miniature farm when she retires. Miniature Ponies, a tiny cattle dog, those little hens, pygmy goats, the works, probably even miniature turf and crops. Her goal is to have the farm look like any other farm from a distance but as you begin to drive closer it just doesn’t get any bigger till eventually you get a Gulliver amongst the Lilliputians effect. Sing me to write. It’s a little early, but what’s some music one can write a senior paper? Or if you have, what did you listen too? I’m thinking something inspiring but not disturbing, interesting but not distracting. Hum, that’d be a good blogswap idea, CDs of things you listen(ed) too while writing your paper. Words from the wise and weary. The way I speak with my mother is by now utterly tempered by what I know she wants to hear or expects and what I know won’t set her off.
What the hell are all these Floridians doing in upstate New York? And why are there so many PT cruisers? Bah!
Cold Spring Tavern north of Santa Barbara is perhaps one of the coolest restaurant experiences I have ever had- and I do mean experiences since its preserved history and modern service, all with a laid back atmosphere. Just go till you think you’ve gone too far on the highway into the mountains with the speeding Californians, and in the dark you’ll see a sign announcing Stagecoach Road to the left. This road, which you must very carefully navigate down at no more than 30mph in the pitch dark, takes you to a bubbling little brook over large smooth pebbles cut quite deep into the mountain side, beside it a now bar, and beside that, the once stagecoach house now restaurant. I kept expecting to see a horse hitched up out front. Speaking of the restaurant, one of their signs says, “We reserve the right to serve refuse to anyone.” The wild boar I had was very delicious though, so have no fear, and try the rabbit.
We’ve all heard how employment is good for one’s self. However, it seems people have highly ignored how employment affects vice. We’ve all also heard of the perversions that come from idleness. As far as the aspect of vice goes, I’m certain the wonder that working does is only leaving you enough time to really peruse the most important vices.
There is a group of old ladies in the parking lot all wearing red hats, shoes and gloves and in purple dresses. I wonder if it’s something to do with this. Does anyone want to sign up ahead of time for my ‘Old Ladies Gang’ where we terrorize the youth? “Rock and roll girl, rock and roll.” a bum on Allen Street in Buffalo to me. Well a glimmer of hope in this empty regressed city- where else but in the queer bars (where, I believe, every self respecting queen will drink cocktails as they watch the world go down) and with the bikers (bars ARE their tourist stops) on their way through summer all across this land. But most everyone of them out so gaily tonight won’t be here come winter, I know, and neither will I. Going down with the spaceship. I know a man who’s sole goal in life is to ‘get us off this god forsaken rock’ as he put it. Take us anywhere, anywhere else. It’s not that he hates earth or being from earth, it’s more he can’t stand how he sees that we’ve fucked up and are apparently going nowhere fast but sinking. He’s given up on what we’ve done to our planet of origin and not that he thinks we’ll do any better elsewhere, but it is his mission to build a spaceship for the human race. So why not off into that anywhere he speaks of, anywhere at all? I wonder what he’d build this life saver ship from but earth, where else could he possibly go but to try and make it a home and long for home or be forever alien.
An artist friend of mine is creating a lost civilization, constructing all artifacts, fragments and otherwise, and fabricating anthropological reports on their culture. That’s so great. So much can be done with it, and apparently, no one else in her city has done anything like it before. The beginning of a final lesson The garbage truck on the road this morning had a sign on the back over the opening saying “Classes in Session. Please Enter Quietly” No, no autographs, but can I get you to sign your bill? There’s a dinner on the corner here in LA all lit up and flashing “Johnies Coffee and Restaurant” but it’s empty inside and the sign in the window says “For filming call…..”
Who’s poverty do you profit from?
I don’t think I could live in Cali, well, at least not in any of the big cities. Why you ask? Just look up- you can’t see any stars and in the daytime you can’t even see the real colors let alone the forms of the background, everything is muted by the pollution.
San Diego is a veritable mix of sensory memory for me- It made me so confused the whole time I was there. All the many types of eucalyptuses and wattles all native only to Oz but not a single kookaburra or bell bird song in the air, there are prickly pair cactuses but in absurd amounts and huge tall pines from New Mexico, but these are all found at different altitudes there and the air without the eucalyptus smells is of blooming desert plants even with the slight sweet hint of bees wax. For the tourists they have the bright colors, food and adobe from Mexico still present in New Mexico but absolutely no mix of native Indian culture remaining, the ocean has white sands like Australia’s in places, and like the shallow beaches in Barbados in others, but once you look up, smog as far as you can see and a haze every morning that makes non-natives think, ‘Is it going to rain?’- eh?
Would you rather have a civilization that lived art or had artists?
By now being a poet is subconscious. I come up with little ditties for what I think and see, or attempt to describe them and translate them. Then again, I could just be one of the only people crazy enough to buy into the title where others would have more sense and moderation.
Here's a quick sure-fire way to come up with a drag/show name courtousy of Reagan: Take the name of your first pet, then the name of the first road you lived on. Tada! Ugly assed cars: Oldsmobile Silhouette from the 80's
Why are gay bars still listed under ‘Alternative lifestyles’ Seriously- PCness seems to be halting acceptance. It’s a platform from which you can pretend to be accepting but actually retain any bigotous feeling you have by simply using the appropriate PC word when talking about said group. Sweeet! e found a wireless internet channel for free right from our appartment! Ech- Citrus and Stout New Rule: No Blue Moon before Guinness
Apparently there’s a guy off of the plaza in Santa Fe who had a dog and a cat and a mouse and they all stand balanced on top of one another and walk around that way. Shesh.
At the Buffalo flea market there are many rusted things. Who thinks they can sell a rusted saw or nails and screws? Who are they trying to fool? Are they waiting for some modern artist to go ‘Ow! That is exxxactly what I need!’ and by the whole lot of rot?
Does anyone see the limitless of technology as daunting at this point in time? For instance, we invent carpets- we need glue, staples, vacuum cleaners, carpet shampooers carpet do-odorizes, carpet spot cleaners… see?
What would you give up the institute of family for? A better society as in Plato’s Republic? Or would we just end up like the Spartans or Romulans? Devoid of any specific fondness for humanity or any of its members? crazy people With the advent of hands free calling a hell of a lot more people on the street seem to be talking to no one.
The cool thing about having a garden level appartment is being able to pretend you're a garden gnome. Yes, that's right. I know you would want to pretend if you had a garden level appartment too. Thursday, August 5, 2004
Wow...pretty. If i get a wedding ring, something like that thanks. More ignunce in a world gone stupid or somethin' BASH, BITCH, BLAME, TRASH, PRUDES. And laugh your ever lovin' ass off. Constant slight cider intoxication. Update on the Hornsby Cider situation. Just before i came back from the last trip a Hornsby rep came to our door to give us a case (4 six packs) of free Hornsby Cider because of e's dangerous encounter. My conclusion: e should almost die but incur no harm more often due to manufacture's faults so that we can both share in goodies. Wednesday, August 4, 2004
Her dad's a little nutty. Admirable in his specific craziness, but still nutty. Angels All waves must break
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