"super sexy razor happy girls"



Well, my post-counter was apparently not working for a few weeks, so I didn't know that my 3ooth post was that one about going to Portland to see the Eagles of Death Metal. Oh well. When I get to 400, I'll be sure to do something special.

So anyway, about that attractive girl doing the ninja kick: When I was down in Ashland, I found a CD called The Fake Fake Sound of Mika Bomb, by the band Mika Bomb. I really wanted to listen to it, but there were no listening stations or anything. Had the CD not been $17.99 I would have bought it, because I'm a sucker for Japanese punk rock girls. Something about those two extremes - cute, modest ultraconformity and mean, loud nihilism - really tickles me. So naturally I wanted to hear this Mika Bomb. Hell, from what I've read they seem to top Lolita No. 18 in glamour and stage presence.

But alas! This internet fails me in providing free downloads of this band's music. Even the 'media' link on their website seems to be out of order. So I suppose I will have to live with their assumed sound that I have in my head, which is fine. ...Because I probably assume them to be better than they actually are.

I don't read NME.

"...If rock music is the British Museum, the NME is the gift shop at the entrance, where you can buy postcards and ingenious little plastic models of the antiquities on view inside." -Momus

On an unrelated note, I added some links to my little eblo. Y'know; scroll waaaay down to the bottom.

blog hoppin', oh isn't it wild.

Well I listened to Joel, and now I've gotten hooked on reading other people's blogs. Just hit that little "next blog" button up there, and you'll be whisked away to some random person's thoughts.

Here are some good one's I've found:

Mary Ann Sucks - I guess we all know who had the last laugh. And it wasn't Mary Ann.

Rev Monkey - I'll be damned if this kid doesn't think like me...

QT's diary - Here's Quentin Tarantino's blog. Can you believe it? The guy writes like he talks.

went poop.

Blog parody is fun.

October 4
Today Angel walked around in circles before licking her butt. Then she ate some food, and later puked the food all over me. I wasn't mad at her, though. Good dog she is. She is doning very well.

October 3
Angel seems a little depressed today. Rather than sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea and telling me about how optimistic she is about her doggy life, she spent the whole day walking around on all fours and sniffing things. Then at one point she licked her butt for 28 minutes, and I couldn't understand why. I worry about her, but she won't talk to me. Why??

October 2
Today my friend came by to tell me I should get out more, and while she was talking to me Angel pooped on the carpet. I sniffed the poop and it smelled like poop, which is good. I put the poop in the fridge so that I can look at it later, and maybe I will show the poop to Angel when she is older and remind her of these difficult times.

October 1
Today I sat down at the table with Angel and put a notepad in front of her so she could write down how she is feeling and any improvements she feels she has made. But instead of writing down anything, she hopped off the chair and urinated on herself. I spent 5 hours trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me, but I don't know. This dog, this beautiful dog, is somehow the most significant figure born into this world since Jesus of Nazereth. I must figure out why she does every single thing that she does, for only then will I be a mystical prophet fit to ride Angel into elysium.

Angel.

"I'm non-stop. I'm a rececar in the fuckin red."

Last night I went up to Portland with Chado and Joel-san where we met up with Aaron-kun and went to see the Eagles of Death Metal. For $5! Can you believe it? They were a good live band, seemingly aware that their time is short so they should have fun while they can. During the musical festivities Joel and I drank a bit, ordering a couple turkey&cokes which prompted the bartender to warn us "this'll burn your faces off." But I think I still have my face.

After the show we got some donuts. "I need a Portland cream" I said to a counter man. Then, back on the street, Aaron's roommate put his shirt in his pants and we all had a hearty chuckle. Later on at Aaron's we witnessed the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' video for "Y Control", which rocked our socks. Little kids playing with a dead dog. Yes, you must watch, kids.

Even later on Joel drank a bunch of beer courtesy of some guy he called 'Tom', and then we sat on the porch like a bunch of old-timers and many an R-rated story were told. Then a certain young man puked and peed on everything.

We returned to Corvallis around 6:30am, and I slept through Japanese. But all was well, for I went to the coffee shop and got free coffee and chocolate cake. I couldn't find any good pictures of the band, so here's this.

I think he's dead. Thanks for reading!

blogjole.

Green Giant and Little Sprout wanted me to inform you of this, Joel's eblo. Joel is that guy who comes out of your sink when you turn the knobs backwards.

oh, sleepy. so sleepy.

I just set a new personal record for falling asleep in class. Not for longevity, but for frequency. I must've had 20 10-second naps during history of photography. I hate that class. History of photography should be fun and interesting, not 'read 8 chapters and write 3 journal entries every damn week with an essay on top and a dash of idiotic group work.'

So Caws Pobi has begun recording again. Sometime last week I said "Dammit, Caws! We gotta make shit happen!" And he crawled out from under a pile of empty beer bottles and said "Yesh. Catywhompous catydids." I'm thinking now that I'm just going to record whatever I feel should be recorded and then compile it all, including old stuff and the scrapped blues-album stuff, into one album. And wouldn't you know, just when I decide this Chad shows up and borrows the Music Generator again. But that's phine. Recently I've been producing little experiments using just my guitar, my voice and lots of Acid effects. The other night a vocal experiment grew into an actual song, the result sounding something like T.Rex and Ween on a sinking sailboat.

And I have the inspiration of some new things going on, like my new roomate and my new classes and new people and new social circles. This term I have all my classes (except Japanese) in the Fairbanks art building. This place is not completely new to me, but going there every day for classes is new.

And here is a new story: This afternoon I wandered into the temporary installation room to find a large wooden sphere with speakers and gizmos all over it which were connected to a computer. When I walked in, a big old bell connected to the computer sounded my entrance. Hung on the walls of the room were sheets of white paper with words written over words written over words, and each mass of words was composed in a keen geometric shape. On one side of the room atop three pedestals were old velvet-interior suitcases, opened to show loafs and slices of bread. In a corner of the room there was a short balding man in a green polo shirt writing a new word-mass. He said to me "I'm just about to leave, otherwise I'd give you the long and short of what this is all about." To him I replied "I don't think I want to know. Right now this is all great because I don't understand any of it. It creates an enclosed atmosphere of confusion, which is awesome." The guy was Sebastian Mendes, and both he and his room were new.

I was accompanied in the machine-bread-bell room by Miki, who is in my aforementioned photography class. Miki is friends with Candace, and they are part of a new circle I have been associating with. New people are good, but as I learned earlier today, old people you haven't seen for a while are also good, especially when that person is a girl you used to have a crush on who is visiting America for a week and now speaks great English and is happy to see you. I knew her before, but her personality today was new.

But aside from the news, last night there was some craziness going on in and around my apartment involving Jose and a fight at Sanchos and some cops and some beer in the bush and Chad and Joel. That kind of stuff is not new, but it's still good.


Rad.

you can't fool me, Braff. your movie sucks.

Last night I saw Garden State at the local movie house. I haven't seen a lot of movies lately, and there are few out that I actually wanted to see. Garden State was one of them. I had heard it was good, enjoyable, thought provoking. So I went. And it sucked.

It's not a completely awful movie, but that may be why I disliked it so much. It tries to fool you. I tries to trick you into thinking you haven't seen a character like this before, a romance like this before, a directing style like this before, or a story like this before. But about a third of the way through the film, I snapped out of it. I blinked and looked around at all the other viewers in the audience, laughing at the jokes and reacting to the characters. I realized that I had seen it all before, and so has the pretentious director, writer and star, Zach Braff.

Okay, Zachary. I'm sure you're thrilled that people are comparing your movie to The Graduate. But You know what? Your movie isn't The Graduate, and you are not Dustin Hoffman, no matter how iciotically aloof you try to appear. That movie was great. Your movie sucks like a thirsty lamprey.

Your movie has a character so disconnected that it isn't believable after a while. I got the impression that this dude is trying his hardest to be a shy, innocent guy just to pick up chicks. But throw in something about his mom dying, and poof! you have to feel sorry for him.

Hey, anyone remember Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? Yeah, that movie was teriffic. Remember how Jim Carrey is the shy, innocent guy who meets up with Kate Winslet, the hot young eccentric girl? Well, gee-willikers, those characters turn up in this movie, only they're played by Zachary Braff and Natalie Portman! And their romance does, too! And so does a bunch of ridiculous diologue between them in a movie relationship you can see coming from a billion miles away!

Hey, do you like The Shins? Neither do I! But Zachary sure does, because he wrote a whole scene into the movie that tries to balance on the fact that you like them, even if you think they suck! And another thing, I don't know if The Shits...er, Shins do every song on the soundtrack, but it sure sounds like they do, because every song sounds the same, and after a while they were failing miserably to appeal to my sweet wussy indie-rock side.

I don't have time to rant about this movie all night. I'll just add that there is an obligatory "drug sequence" and a clumsy "slow-motion badass walk scene" that belongs nowhere near this movie. On the bright side, there is a funny scene with a guy dressed like a night. ...Yeah.

Okay, I have to get back to my homework. So go do somethig that doesn't involve seeing that movie I've been talking about. Have a good one.

draw me a sheep, dammit!

I'd like to take this time to talk about my favorite book ever, The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince) by Antoine de Saint Exupery. Here is the official site for the book, complete with a cute little flash animation.

I first read the book a few years ago out of curiosity and a fondness for the cover drawing, and I read it again just a few weeks ago in Ashland. What at first glance appears to be a whimsical children's book is actually a whimsical philosophical look at the worlds we create for ourselves and how we perceive them. I'm sure that sounds very broad and very vague, but The Little Prince is a story told with such simplicity (and few pages) that you are able to identify with it immediately, and then the significance of its message comes to you gently through the innocence of the title character.

I realize that I haven't even mentioned what the book is about, but if you don't know then you will just have to read it. And I'm sure you can find it somewhere for cheap.


Yeah, I wore that to prom. *rim shot!*

countryside putty: yet more fun with web translation.

It's time again to drop in on Emi Necozawa's web diary and see what kind of surreal adventures she's been having:

"With little thing, HipHop boy of black in quarrel. The boy about of 10 years old where it is involved beating, it cries. Pitiful!"

"First, I who am attached to the store can luster the eye right away with the underground. Oh, this it is good! Wooden torso of TOCA."

"You eat the countryside putty the time, mule where I painted the mustard, what it has done is? Cannot be that. With you say, is not. Huh? There is no mustard in the putty? The mustard is at the time of the sausage."

"But, the bean jam ball 'you became tired already. You became tired.'"

"The inside of the body is painful.... And also the jaw is painful. The ballet of yesterday it is to place the body. The jaw is consequence of the sandwich of kayzer."


I ain't no square in my corkscrew hair...