Chuck had it right.

This song:

http://soundcloud.com/epitaph-records/the-menzingers-the-obituaries

mom died 3 years and 7 months ago today. fuck the holidays.

"Question and Answer"

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night,
runnning the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received telling him that the way lived and wrote about that--
it had kept them going when all seemed truely hopeless.

putting the blade on the table,
he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light.

who the hell is going to save me? He thought.

as the knife stopped spinning the answer came:
you're going to have to save yourself.

Still smiling,
A: he lit a cigarette
B: he poured a another drink
C: gave the blade another spin

Charles Bukowski
-From "The Last Night of the Earth Poems"

haiku

brother, " i miss mom".

text from the other brother.

me to bro, me to.

Who Took The Bomp?

I saw a Le Tigre documentary tonight. It covered the world tour in 2004 - 2005 with candid commentary and footage from that time.

Right after the movie someone asked me what I thought of it. I fucking hate that question because I'm not quick with a witty response, or even a thoughtful one for that matter. So I made some mongoloid comment about angry feminists and the Spice Girls. Duh...

Of course now what I'd like to say is that while I am not very familiar with Le Tigre specifically, I found the documentary to be interesting. While I wasn't a riot grrl in the 90s and am not a very outspoken feminist, it was interesting to watch the three women interact in the heavily male - dominated environment that is the music industry.

I was raised a nice girl, that if someone said something stupid you'd make an excuse so they'd feel like less of an idiot. The women of Le Tigre weren't so accomodating, and that's what I got a charge from. Here's this group of females doing their own thing, regardless of the undermining bullshit that people throw their way. They use their art, their expression, to unite and help people. And they wont compromise themselves or their beliefs to do it. Now that's punk rock.

Intelligence is the key, but so it crusty and cute. While not the best documentary I've seen, I still felt inspired.

on a silver platter

Sitting at the brother's house, Elway drowning out the sounds of Fox News, waiting to take said brother to an appointment of some sort.

It's Tuesday. I've been home from San Francisco for over a week. I miss AMR. I need a time machine or a DVD of the shows. Hear that Asian Man? Hear that Mike Park (the greatest person to ever live)? I need it right now! And if you could bring me some decongestants along with it, that'd be great!

Thanks! You're a peach!