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[Apr. 26th, 2005|11:00 pm] |
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| Hey you know what else I like? |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|09:47 pm] |
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| | The Bee Gees - Baby As You Turn Away | ] |
Nay, love. The Bee Gees! Man, what a glorious band, both in their late 60's/early 70's pop-folk-psychedelia incarnation and their more well known mid-late 70's pop-soul-disco incarnation.
THE BEE GEES ARE LOVE. |
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| Milk |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|07:26 pm] |
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Do you like milk? I like milk. I usually drink several glasses with every meal, and often will just drink it by itself (skim, natch). It has been brought to my attention that this is not normal, or at the very least, is not the behavior of the average person. This had never really occurred to me before. Do most people drink milk rarely/never? |
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| in dreams i walk with you |
[Jan. 10th, 2005|09:27 am] |
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| | Jackson 5 - I Want You Back | ] |
My dream last night began on New Year's Eve Day. I had some time to kill before I was going to be picked up to go to this party, so I decided to watch a movie I'd gotten from Netflix. It was a new Robert Altman movie (in the dream I called it Short Cuts, but that film actually exists and was not this film).
I put it in and you know how sometimes in dreams you're watching a movie and you're right there in the movie? Well, that was the case here, but it was a little different; I was consciously aware that there was a special thing that allowed me to see this film as if it was taking place around me, like a new piece of technology.
The film opened on a suburban street, with police cars and officers arriving. Some young child had gotten a hold of a gun and was waving it around. One of the police officers managed to shoot him in the leg to bring him down. He then walked over, said something like, "In cases like these, we have to do a kill shot," and shot him in the head. Since I was actually there in the dream, this was really freaking me out, and I looked over to see this old lady fainting, and I said to someone next to me, "that's his grandmother, she's going to die of shock later in the movie."
The rest of the film took place in a park down the street from the shooting. There were two circles of people who would at times, individually and in pairs, get up and do something. All the people were well-known actors, and I think they were sort of playing themselves, but it was clear that many of them had practiced and developed things to do. The whole thing was very much like an Altman film, though, with overlapping dialogue and improvisation and stuff like that. I spent almost all my time in the first circle, but I remember thinking, "Wow, cool, I can go back and watch the movie again in the other circle!" For some reason this concept really excited me.
So things like David Cross got up and talked about how he hangs out with Michael Bolton and like he's a shitty musician but he's actually a pretty cool guy and he's totally OK with people making fun of him etc. (Bob Odenkirk was there too, but in the other circle. The only time he appeared was during David's story, when he stood up and watched him tell the story from the circle, laughing uproariously).
Matt Damon and Harrison Ford did a sort of bizarre vaudeville-style routine, which mostly consisted of each of them introducing himself to the other, in a very exaggerated vaudevillian way. Harrison Ford called himself "Harrison", but Damon called himself "Mark", for unknown reasons. I don't remember a lot of the people there; John C. Reilly was there with some woman who was supposed to be his wife in real life, and I think he came out of the closet or something. Some of the dream's a little fuzzy. It eventually ended when I had to stop watching the movie to go to the New Years Party, and I woke up soon after.
Thought of the Day: If a new device is ever created that allows brain waves to be translated into physical representations, painters, musicians, filmmaker, etc. will be out of a job (I mean, more so than they probably are already). Art will just be created by the most imaginative people out there, without need for any sort of talent. I wonder what this world would be like.
Word of the Day: "Colloquial"
Note: I realize the egocentricism of posting about my dreams on the internet, but think about it this way: if my dreams are only interesting to me, then they're still interesting to one more person than my real life is interesting to. |
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| This is th worst meme ever |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|08:19 pm] |
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| | Jerry Lee Lewis - Four Walls | ] |
stolen from ken's little brother
1) My journal is called _____ because _____.
2) My subtitle is _____ because _____.
3) My friends page is called _____ because _____.
4) My username is ____ because _____.
5) My default userpic is _____ because _____.
1) My journal is called down, not across because, um, i like crossword puzzles... Nah, actually it's a really stupid immature reference that I should probably change.
2) My subtitle is wait, what's a subtitle? because ?
3) My friends page is called friends page because i'm a boring jackass.
4) My username is sunking47 because that was my screenname in 7th grade, and I've never had th will to change it.
5) My default userpic is a picture of John Darnielle because GREATEST SONGWRITER OF OUR TIME OMG OMG
later. |
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| OMG THIS IS TH GREATEST THING EVER |
[Nov. 18th, 2004|07:39 pm] |
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| | Hank Williams - Jambalaya (On the Bayou) | ] |
It's the fuckin' Reservoir Dogs!
Hey, why is it that people always say like "You can't compare that, it's like apples and oranges." Apples and oranges seem pretty comparable to me. They're both fruit. I prefer apples.
This is all. |
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| Oh man |
[Oct. 18th, 2004|06:48 pm] |
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| | th streets - dry yr eyes | ] |
Th new Streets album = GODHEAD |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 25th, 2004|01:30 am] |
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partying is such sweet sorrow |
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| Word. |
[Sep. 9th, 2004|12:13 am] |
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| | Petula Clark - Downtown | ] |
Um so yeah I should probably update this thing cause I haven't in a while. Just about done with summer session over here; basically all I have left is the final(s), which I'm feeling pretty good about. After that it's back to Palo Alto for a couple days, during which I plan to see anyone who is still in the area. I know this includes Dan; Kendall, if you see this and are back in the U.S., give me a call! Anyone else who wants to hang, I'm basically free for most of the time from the 11th to the 14th. On Wednesday, I'm flying out to Boulder CO for a week to stay with Nikki and her (supposedly cool) friends. After that it's immediately back to SB for fall classes. I know noone ever really cares when I do these "itinerary for my next couple weeks" posts, but it helps for me just to finalize plans and just sorta get into the swing of things, i don't know.
In other news, this is one of the greatest things I've seen recently.
I've been getting in this weird habit of just talking to random people on instant messenger. Often it's people who I haven't talked to in months/years, people from high school that I never really knew that well, etc. I'll just message them and start talking, trying to start a conversation. Sometimes it works, sometimes I can tell that they really have no interest in talking to me. For years I've been saying that I hate people (in general), unfortunately I have to admit that it's been a lie. I really do like most people; they're so much fun, just to talk to, get a reaction from, learn things... However, I plan to still continue claiming that I hate people, but those of you who read this will know that I'm lying. Until I delete this entry.
So yeah, that's it. Check this out if you like.
( Don't eff w/ this guy... ) |
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| Dreams etc. |
[Aug. 31st, 2004|10:45 am] |
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| | New York Dolls - Stranded in the Jungle | ] |
OK so I had this idea last night when I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. I want to start keeping track of my dreams on a semi-daily basis (semi-daily meaning whenever I have one that I remember enough of). Oh yeah, and doing it on live journal, for no particular reason other than that it's the easiest place to keep it. Question: should I create a whole 'nother journal just for this, or should I should stick them all in sunking47? I'm actually leaning towards starting another one, although I don't really know why. Sunking47 has been my online moniker since I was 12 fuckin' years old, and I've wanted to change it several times, but never bothered to. I've actually registered like half a dozen other livejournal usernames over the last however many months, thinking I was gonna change to one of them, but I'll probably just stick it out on this journal for the time being. It's my paid account, y'know?
HOLY SHIT I just had the best idea! What if I started a new journal for like every aspect of my life. Ok so check it out: I'd have my dream journal, updated probably every other day or so, then I could have a journal tracking everything I eat (I actually saw someone who did this recently), like I could have one that tracks every movie I see, one for everything I buy... an entire life completely chronicled on livejournal!
Unfortunately, I'm not nearly awesome enough to do this, but just think of how great it could be. Senator Bob Graham used to keep detailed records in little black books of every single thing he did every day of his life for like 20 years. I'm serious dude it would be like "Wednesday 9:34 am - had glass of orange juice and danish, 9:38 am - drove to the Capitol." Now that's some serious OCD, and I respect the guy for it. It'd be kinda cool to have that kind of discipline.
Yeah, so I had this weird um dream last night after I finally fell asleep, sort of in the theme of full disclosure of one's life. In the dream, all politicians were required to divulge all information about their bowel movements to the press, who would then dispense the info to their readers, in sort of a Freedom of Information/public's right to know kinda thing. Like you know, they're public officials, this is information we need to have. Anyway, so in the dream, all politicians follow this law to the letter, except, for some reason, Alan Keyes (black conservative wingnut, he's run for president a bunch of times, running for Senate in Illinois, former ambassador to um yeah someplace). And all these reporters are following him around going like "Mr. Keyes, what do you have to hide?" And yeah unfortunately I woke up before I could find out what it was he was hiding, but maybe I'll find out tomorrow night. I think that dream may have actually been mocking me and my previous ideas. How fucked up is that, my subconscious is satirizing my conscious mind? It can't get much better than this. |
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| Propaganda 101 |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|03:49 pm] |
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| | confused | ] |
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| | Barbara Lewis - Hello Stranger | ] |
So I walked into my calc class to find a odd list written on the board. It looked like a brainstorming list, the kind that teachers use to get their students minds working by just asking them to shout things and writing them down. However, I'm not sure exactly what kind of class this list would be for. I copied it down in my notebook, and am now presenting it to you, my readers. I found it a mite disturbing. I'm putting it behind a cut, so it doesn't invade any of your friends pages.
( Here goes... ) |
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| yoooouuuu and your sweet desiiiiiire.... you took meeeeeee.....oh, higher and HIGHER, BABY |
[Aug. 23rd, 2004|11:26 pm] |
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| | uncertain | ] |
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| | ELO - Livin' Thing | ] |
Yeah everybody so I've been doing pretty good. Had a great weekend this, and was gonna post about it the other day, but didn't get around to it. Me and the Gagi went to go see Garden State downtown, which I really enjoyed. I had been expecting it to be alright, but it actually exceeded my expectations. Then, after a leisurely drive home through the hills, we came back, got all good and drunk and went out on the town. Hit up a party on Del Playa at which we knew basically nobody. I recall spending a good half an hour to an hour sitting in these people's living room with Gagi watching the Olympics on TV, and ranting on and on about how well the United States was doing, while they very graciously didn't kick me out. Perhaps I'm just too charming. Then we wandered around Isla Vista for a while with a couple other friends, generally carousing and having a good time.
The rest of the weekend was pretty low-key. I've been thinking a lot lately about the future, and specifically my next few years. I've been finding it really difficult to commit to the math department here (it's been a year, and I still haven't declared my major). I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely love it, I just have no idea what I'd actually be doing with it when I get out of this place. Part of that has to do with not having a clear picture of what I want to do, period. I just don't want to feel like I'm wasting my time here. I'm also feeling a bit of pressure (from who isn't important) to stay on and get a master's. While this surely would help me in the job market, it's really not helping my fear of academic commitment to consider making that decision. Also, none of this is helped by the fact that I'm starting to have a picture of what I might want to do in my life, and it's hard for me to see how what I'm currently studying would fit into that. But, I'd rather not go into that now. Material for another entry.
Jeez, if any of you made it through that, props. I'm not even gonna bother and proofread and clean it up. Don't anyone worry about me, I'm sure I'll end up fine. The most important academic qualities and skills, I think I already have, the ability and desire to learn. Whatever I end up doing, I'm sure I'll pick up fairly quickly anyway, and I'm enjoying where I'm at right now. Maybe that's all I should concern myself with. |
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| Rock on. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2004|01:23 pm] |
You are Brad. You play guitar and sing. You write
good pop songs. People think you're funny. So
far, you're having bad luck with the ladies,
but when you're a famous indie rock god they'll
all worship you.
Which member of The Variable Stars are you?
brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Gmail |
[Jul. 16th, 2004|04:14 pm] |
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| | gmaily | ] |
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| | Merle Travis - Nine Pound Hammer | ] |
I don't know if Gmail invites are still as widely prized currency as they were about a month ago, but if anyone wants one, just leave a message here. I've got like 6. |
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| Henry Rollins |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|05:30 pm] |
Henry Rollins is a fucking moron.
from his spoken word album A Rollins In The Wry:
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the 14 stations of the cross!
station one: the trial - you're guilty of what? of being too fuckin cool for his time! is what he was too guilty of!
and then the flagellation, they give him a cross, it's a heavy fucker in this desert weather so he's like straining and sweating, it's like fuckin hell! ugh! oh! WHAM! it nails him to the ground. then his friend comes over and what does he do? he doesn't say "look, i got the getaway car! let's get the fuck out of here!" he helps him up. "Here! Get up! Okay, off you go, on your bike."
Pssht! Some friend! Thanks a lot! Fuckin' hell... aaahhh shitty cross...I'm going to my own death! Humiliating!
Then he sees his mom for the last time, and she goes "This is it kid! No more miracles, you know, i don't think. And that water into wine gag was WILD! Remember that shit years ago? back in the day?"
And ha! so he busts her, right? and he goes through a few more stations and he's sweatin, huffin and puffin and all of a sudden some chick comes out of nowhere and goes "whooo whooo whoo whoo" wipes him off in a pit stop, he says "thanks a lot babe, gotta go get crucified"....
And he keeps going, keeps dropping the cross and people are helping him up and he's like "no onwards onwards! to a fucking excruciating painful death." And all the women are crying saying, "Oh no! It's so sad! Boo hoo hoo!" and he goes "Shut the fuck up, baby! Cry for your people, cry for your children, don't cry for me cuz when i'm gone, this place is going to the dogs. Later."
And he gets up and he goes all the way up the hill BAM! They nail his ass to that cross and he dies. And there's another guy at the bottom with a spear, stabbing him and going "how does that feel? Hah? Hah? Hah?" and stabbing him. And to me, that is so synonymous with today's culture. One guy's down and we all gang up and attack 'em.... (he dwells on this point for a while)
Anyway, he gets up and he gets crucified, he comes down, they wrap him up in a sheet, they throw him in a cave, they put the rock in the way, he moves the rock and he busts a move and he ascends into Heaven and he says, "I'm goin' for now - the next time you see me, motherfucker, you better jump!" |
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| Hey, everybody! |
[Jun. 25th, 2004|04:46 am] |
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| | happy. really happy. | ] |
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been busy hanging out with people up here in Palo Alto. If I didn't get to hang out with you, no worries - it just means that I hate you. HAHAHA LOL JK THX BYE!!!
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Wait, there was something else. I'll be going down to Santa Barbara tomorrow morning to move in to my apartment. However, if you missed me, don't fear; you'll still have a chance to hang out with me when I come back into town in about a week. I'll be around for a lot of July, actually, it seems.
Also, it's unlikely that I'm gonna have internet access for at the very least the next couple days, possibly the whole week. So if anyone wants to talk to me, give me a call on my cell number. If you don't know it, call someone who you think might have it. If they don't have it, have them call someone who they think might have it, that way they'll have it and you'll have it. Well, guess that's it...
Disclaimer: this entry was written at 4:45 am under severe sleep deprivation. I think the results speak for themselves, though from my cursory overview of the entry, it sppears to be relatively typo-free.
Keep on keepin' on,
Ari |
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| Bill O'Reilly on Fahrenheit 911 |
[Jun. 15th, 2004|03:50 pm] |
O'REILLY: Joseph Goebbels was the Minister of Propaganda for the Nazi regime and whose very famous quote was, "If you tell a lie long enough, it becomes the truth." All right? "If you tell a lie long enough, it becomes the truth."
So who turns out for the screening of this movie [Fahrenheit 9/11] last night? You ready? Now, here are the celebrities that turn out. Here are the people who would turn out to see Josef Goebbels convince you that Poland invaded the Third Reich. It's the same thing, by the way. Propaganda is propaganda. OK?
Billy Crystal. Martin Sheen. Leonardo DiCaprio. Ellen DeGeneres. David Duchovny. Sharon Stone. Meg Ryan. Ashton Kutcher. Demi Moore. Norman Lear. Rob Reiner. Jodie Foster. Chris Rock. Larry David. Jack Black. Matthew Perry. Diane Lane.
Wow, Ashton Kutcher and Meg Ryan are comparable to Nazis. I always kinda figured... |
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| Home at last... |
[Jun. 11th, 2004|12:43 am] |
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| | Ray Charles (RIP) | ] |
Well, I'm back in Palo Alto again. Give me a call to hang out, if you want.
Please.
I'm so lonely... |
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