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Saturday, November 28th, 2009
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2:55 pm - that's when i reach for my.. koogles?
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last night i had big plans. they all started at the tattoo shop, watching tim armstrong's cheap inverted pseudo hip-hop videos, which wasn't so bad, considering it gets considerably worse. on this particular night, i was going to see the misfits for free. well, jerry only and two former members of black flag, which i lovingly referred to as "the chee weez of punk rock," anyway..
some beers at lucky's, an "expirimental" electric cello and a wailing cat in heat duo drove me out, moving on.. joe wanted me to flyer canal, as it was a big night for the african american community, bayou classic, tulane Vs. xavier.
i hop in the car with a new apprentice named BRI, i'm showing her screeching weasel, i'm crossing over a lane of traffic to parallel park on site, behind a big stock trailer for a bar, that's loading off for the evening. i parallel park, entailing straightening out. in the process i tag a negro woman's bumper. she started screaming, all gold teeth and eyore pajama's that i'm fucked up and i fucked up her car. i say sweetheart, baby, honey, love-of-my life, your car is fine, no damage, we're fine. we're good. MAIS CHER, OH NO..
I'M GONNA KNOCK YO TEEF IN I FUCKIN KILL YOU YOU HIT ME
i backed up to watch her from canal, as she was drawing a crowd, and i was the only whitey for miles. kill whitey mode for sure.
i walked back when she summoned a police man, also black, who said i was in a non-contact accident. he took my information and let this negro lady hold it. (??) another african american cop shows up, they're telling me they've got me for hit and run. i stood right there. smoked. smirked. i'm a gangsta, and they were wasting my time. although i was not being detained, all of my information was being held by a "13 year veteran of the force"
"well, officer, if you're such a thirteen year veteran, why don't you write me a ticket and we'll all have a good laugh in court?"
boy, did that piss him off..
obviously, he was a traffic regulator, and while we waited for a real cop, he, his cop buddy, and negro lady discussed the dollar menu at mcdonald's like old friends. an old siberian man was acting as my attorney for the whole affair, as we were the only (somwhat)white people, and as negro wench was recruiting more "witnesses" BABY YOU MY FRIN, SHE HIT ME, Y'HEARD?
white cop shows up. says there's no damage. black bitch is indicating the dents on her hood are from my tractor of a kia rio that backed up ONTO her car while she was inside. SHE HIT ME SHE HIT ME
no damage was surveyed at the scene. i winked and waved and turned the fuck around. i got many propositions for this whole endeavor. where i didn't flyer anyone. fuck bayou classic. fuck your 2 names for 25. you get what you pay for, and i'm not paying for a god damn dime of it, because i didn't hit your car.
so i miss the misfits. i say fuck it, i'll go watch zach's band. zach's band is over. he has already busted his eye and is on his way to the hospital because it was a badass show. and.. now a horrible pearl jam band is playing.
so shem, dave, bri, henry boy, and i start putting away some beers. shem misses the ferry. shem and i report to homedale inn for a nightcap. Randy, the bartender, is playing descendents and bad brains for me. randie, my boss, is fucking sloshed, is telling me she hates pizza, but fuck it, she loves pizza. AND THIS IS WHEN THE SHIT HITS THE FAN
a cop walks in. and this is a weird one. he tells us that "koogle" is balls in german. "google, as in the search engine?" "NO BUT when there is open fire ahead of me, and people running behind me, that's when i google my koogles, draw my weapon, and run towards the gunfire!" "oh.. how poetic."
"YES LIKE DR SUESS.." he then reworded his stupid koogle google retardation several different ways, until i.. felt a snapping sensation..
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS CONVERSATION IS HAPPENING MAKE IT STOP NOW ENOUGH ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!
turntable scratch. crickets chirp. biz markie on the jukebox.
i went right home and let my brain sizzle in a dreamland of misfits.. where cops never talk to you.. and you don't have to flyer for tattoos, and.. well, where i can hit that
african american
female's
piece of shit
car
with a baseball bat.
current mood:  crazy
current music: the eternal elevator purgatory
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009
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4:59 pm - a "real" update is not in the cards, but here is THE ORIGIN OF THE WORD "OK"
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1839, only survivor of a slang fad in Boston and New York c.1838-9 for abbreviations of common phrases with deliberate, jocular misspellings (cf. K.G. for "no go," as if spelled "know go"); in this case, "oll korrect." Further popularized by use as an election slogan by the O.K. Club, New York boosters of Democratic president Martin Van Buren's 1840 re-election bid, in allusion to his nickname Old Kinderhook, from his birth in the N.Y. village of Kinderhook. Van Buren lost, the word stuck, in part because it filled a need for a quick way to write an approval on a document, bill, etc. The noun is first attested 1841; the verb 1888. Spelled out as okeh, 1919, by Woodrow Wilson, on assumption that it represented Choctaw okeh "it is so" (a theory which lacks historical documentation); this was ousted quickly by okay after the appearance of that form in 1929. Okey-doke is student slang first attested 1932. Greek immigrants to America who returned home early 20c. having picked up U.S. speech mannerisms were known in Greece as okay-boys, among other things.
http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term…
H.L. Mencken once described "O.K." as "the most successful of Americanisms," an estimation verified by U.S. troops during the Second World War, who reported encountering the phrase all over the world. Of all the scores of theories (and sub-theories) as to the origin of "O.K.," the most widely heard traces "O.K." to the "O.K. Club," a political committee supporting Martin Van Buren's unsuccessful bid for the Presidency in 1840. The "O.K.," it is said, was short for "Old Kinderhook," Van Buren's nickname.
It appears that this theory is not so much wrong (the "O.K. Club" certainly existed) as it is incomplete. Chances are good the Van Buren's partisans would never have named their club "O.K." had the phrase not already been widely known as an abbreviation of "oll korrect," a humorous misspelling of "all correct." American speech in the early 1800s was awash in similar abbreviations, two of which, "N.G." ("no good") and "P.D.Q." ("Pretty Damn Quick"), are still heard today.
Ironically, while "O.K." didn't save Van Buren's campaign, the campaign gave "O.K." a new lease on life -- until then, it had never been as popular as a competing phrase, "O.W." (for "oll wright"). (By the way, before we start feeling too superior to the cornball 1800s, is "oll wright" really any worse than the "excuuuse me!" or "not!" fads of a few years ago?).
http://www.word-detective.com/back-q.htm…
OK is without doubt the best-known and widest-travelled Americanism, used and recognised even by people who hardly know another word of English. Running in parallel with its popularity have been many attempts to explain where it came from — amateur etymologists have been obsessed with OK and theories have bred unchecked for the past 150 years.
Suggestions abound of introductions from another language, including the one you mention. Others include: from the Choctaw-Chickasaw okah meaning “it is indeed”; from a mishearing of the Scots och aye! (or perhaps Ulster Scots Ough aye!), “yes, indeed!”; from West African languages like Mandingo (O ke, “certainly”) or Wolof (waw kay, “yes indeed”); from Finnish oikea, “correct, exact”; from French au quais, “at the quay” (supposedly stencilled on Puerto Rican rum specially selected for export, or a place of assignation for French sailors in the Caribbean); or from French Aux Cayes (a port in Haiti famous for its superior rum). Such accidentally coincidental forms across languages are surprisingly common and all of these are certainly false. Many African-Americans would be delighted to have it proved that OK is actually from an African language brought to America by slaves, but the evidence is against them, as we shall shortly learn.
current mood:  blah
current music: that's how i escaped my certain fate
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| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
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6:22 pm - foodin' out
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sweet potato andouille, more later
current mood:  determined
current music: fuckin cici's coffee dog gentle shit jazz organ piss
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| Wednesday, September 9th, 2009
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3:08 pm - "i'll tell you a joke for a quarter"
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yeah, so, back at the 'rents house i get delicious sammich offers right and left and promises of 'a better life.' but the value of this better life is.. so.. deplorable, which is guess is mutual between myself and mom and dad and god and satan and stuff.
because i'm gonna be a tattoo artist. i'm gonna wash dishes in an outdoor kitchen for nine hours a day(forever,) which i romanticize by squirting pink soap and making fun of rap radio everywhere.. i'm gonna get jungle rot.. BUY jungle boots, trudge thru the quarter, clean tubes, sweep, mop, spit-shine, avoid assault at all costs, and eventually tattoo. if anyone wanted an update, i'm living in new orleans (forever.)
i've got blue hair, am in an all-girl punk band, live in a very chelsea-like part part of new orleans. my neighbors are a fag, a dirt rocker, a nudist obsessed with her dog (fido), a polygamist, (probably) a crackhead, and some guy who beats his wife to the sweet melodies of "i've got the power." don't get me wrong, this is not funny.
my parents are afraid i have taken that big wide easy path paved with gold, but i'd say the paths i'm taking are pretty fucking straight and narrow. i'm riding it real tough out there, and it really takes some down time at the parents house, listening to NPR and eating a thousand different types of sandwhiches to really reflect. (i am exaggerating; a habit i've picked up.)
it's very strange how quickly i've felt at home there, maybe because i relate to the "strangely beautiful fucking mess" that is the four words i will use to describe this new (old)place.
there is no place
like this place
near this place
so this must be the place
current mood:  awake
current music: classical music
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| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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6:12 pm - "today has been such a nice day"
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so this will be an erratic update
it's such a nice new orleans summer day. the clouds overcast with poise-- a threat of rain, and the trees lean like those little rubber clown toys. it's great. great for someone who usually stands in the heat for the bus. someone who dreams of flash floods. anyway
today i rolled out of bed and went on my usual library run. didn't forget my keys. didn't step in a pile of ants (yet,) so i guess that's where i found the comfort/gumption to click "art/design" jobs under craigslist. i guess that's how i decided to store the phone number for "tattoo apprentice wanted," dwelled a little less in the library. called the number. hopped on the bus. jumped off the bus. started walking towards the tattoo shop.
oh shit. there goes my bike. attached to the bus. away.. away..
sure, i panicked. itching in my own skin, hating myself, working up a pissy sweat. i found the shop. Joe says "can you draw kid?" "yup." "pick something off the wall and draw it." i chose to draw a blank-eyed middle aged man holding a skull and frowning. "can i use the phonebook? i gotta call norta. the bus took off with my bike." no one ever said anything about my situation: just raised their eyebrows. taylor budd, you blockhead.
"you're pretty good, kid [he calls me kid]. you got skills. how about you come back tommorow at noon and we'll try you out for a few weeks. you could be tattooing within 3 months, piercing in less." and i: "yeah yeah, thanks joe, i'll see you joe," out the door, calling the lost and found. bussiness as usual: slow, unreliable. "well baby, you jus' betta hope it's still the'ah"
i stood at my bus stop, feeling very uneven. like my outside is too big for my inside.
then the big red bus pulls up, and my silver bike is still mounted, attached, silver shining high like i never get to see it because i'm always inside the bus.
like i said, today has been such a nice day.
later, i parked my bike in a pile of ants. OH WELL
current mood:  ecstatic
current music: black flag: police story
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| Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
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12:39 pm - cut cut cut CUT CUT CUT: take 99
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"one thing i wanted to bring back to rock n'roll was the knowledge that you invent yourself... that's why i changed my name, why i did all the clothing stylethings, haircut, everything... that is the ultimate message of the New Wave: if you just amass the courage that is neccessary, you can completely invent yourself. you can be your own hero, and once everybody is their own hero, then everybody is gonna be able to communicate with each other on a real basis rather than a hand-me-down set of soceital standards."
Richard Hell, i got tears for you.
oh and paige, thanks for finishing the job <3
current music: laughing at last nite
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| Thursday, May 7th, 2009
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12:47 am - dieu est mort
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| Friday, May 1st, 2009
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2:09 am - storage.
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| Tuesday, March 24th, 2009
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5:01 pm - "oh! you must be an astrologer!"
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Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb.
18)
You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. On the other hand you are inclined to be careless and impractical, causing you to make the same mistakes repeatedly. Everyone thinks you are a jerk.
Pisces (Feb. 19-Mar.
20)
You have a vivid imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI or CIA. You have minor influence over your friends, and people resent you for flaunting your power. You lack confidence and are generally a coward. Pisces screw small animals and pick their noses.
Aries (Mar. 21-Apr.
19)
You are the pioneer type and hold most people in contempt. You are quick tempered, impatient, and scornful of advice. You are a pain in the butt.
Taurus (Apr.
20-May 20)
You are practical and persistent. You have dogged determination and work like hell. Most people think you are stubborn and bullheaded. You are nothing but a goddamn communist.
Gemini (May 21-June 20)
You are quick and intellectual, and are a thinker. People like you because you are a bisexual. However, you are inclined to expect too much for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard. Gemini's are notorious for thriving on incest.
Cancer (June 21-July 22)
You are sympathetic and understanding to other people's problems. They think you are a sucker. You are always putting things off. That is why you will always be on welfare and won't be worth shit. You are a butthead.
Leo (July 23-Aug.
22)
You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you are pushy. Most Leos are bullies. You are vain and cannot tolerate honest criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leo people are thieving bastards and kiss mirrors a lot.
Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept.
22)
You are the logical type and hate disorder. This nit picking is sickening to your friends. You are cold and unemotional and often fall asleep while screwing. Virgos make good bus drivers and pimps.
Libra (Sept. 23-Oct.
22)
You are the artistic type and have a difficult time with reality. If you are a male, you are probably queer. Most Libra women are whores. They are known as the world's greatest liars, although they pretend innocence and lack of guilt. All Libras die of venereal disease.
Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov.
21)
You are shrewd in business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your total lack of ethics. You are a perfect son-of-a-bitch. Most Scorpio people are murdered.
Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec.
21)
You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have a reckless tendency to rely on luck since you have no talent. The majority of Sagittarians are drunks and pot heads. People laugh at you a lot because you are always getting duped.
Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan.
19)
You are conservative and afraid of taking risks. You are basically chicken. There has never been a Capricorn of any importance. You should kill yourself.
current mood: okay
current music: MIDDLE CLASS ON VINYL
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| Saturday, March 21st, 2009
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4:52 pm - THE IMMORTAL STORY
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I used to dream of this
I lay awake at night imagining this
It was the only purpose in my life
But right now I'm terrified
Suddenly it's so close
Suddenly it's in reach
Suddenly it's really scaring me
Ah it's so close
And I'm in its reach
It's telling me how I gotta be
They want you, they'll get you
I wish I didn't have to let you... go
Even the best laid plans
Sometimes get outta hand
When dreams become reality
That's living death can't you see?
When you got the power
It gets abused
When you got the power it gets used
Travelling down the road that leads to fame and glory
This really is the immortal story
They want you, they'll get you
I wish I didn't have to let you... go
ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS
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| Tuesday, March 17th, 2009
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12:51 am - if you like bad brains you must see this
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| Wednesday, March 11th, 2009
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5:00 pm - oh hey!
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| Thursday, February 26th, 2009
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3:32 pm - have not yet attained the magic gumption to update
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however, every one has a dream car!
i still love you, jeep.
p.s. i do not own this car.
current mood: restless
current music: pain
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| Saturday, January 24th, 2009
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5:23 pm - "i wanna start a revolution, but it's the thought that counts!"
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| Monday, December 15th, 2008
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3:45 pm - FANNY PACK COMING SOON
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| Sunday, November 30th, 2008
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4:34 pm - DHARMA PUNX
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Buddhism is rooted in three fundamental truths of the universe, the dharma seals, viz.:
Everything is in a constant state of change, nothing is permanent. (anicca)
That "suffering" exists everywhere in Samsara. (dukkha)
That everything is devoid of a "self." (anatta)
Thus, there can be no "perfect State"; from this Buddhist anarchists infer that it is only possible to try to approach an ideal community for all. Any man-made institution is impermanent as well as imperfect, as people and the world change constantly. Further, no material wealth or political power will grant people permanent happiness— unenlightened satisfaction is an illusion that only perpetuates samsara. Individual liberty, while a worthy goal for anarchists, is nevertheless incomplete, to the extent that it precludes our common humanity, since there is, ultimately, no "self" that is inherently distinct from the rest of the universe.
That being said, the aim of a bodhisattva is to try to minimize the amount of suffering that goes on during the lives of conscious beings. The socialist anarchist argues that both the state and capitalism generate oppression and, therefore, suffering. The former, the state, is an institution that frames the desire for power, and the latter, capitalism, the desire for material wealth. Trying to control other human beings, in the view of Buddhist anarchists, will only cause them to suffer, and ultimately causes suffering for those who try to control. Trying to hold on to and accumulate material wealth, likewise, increases suffering for the capitalist and those they do business with.
Compassion, for a Buddhist, springs from a fundamental selflessness. Compassion for humanity as a whole is what inspires the Buddhist towards activism; however, most, if not all, political groups tend to go against the Eightfold Path that steers Buddhist thought and action. Thus, anarchism, lacking a rigid ideological structure and dogmas, is seen as easily applicable for Buddhists.
In the 1950s, California saw the rise of a strand of Buddhist anarchism emerging from the Beat movement. Gary Snyder and Diane di Prima were a product of this. Snyder was the inspiration for the character Japhy Rider in Jack Kerouac's novel the The Dharma Bums (1958). Snyder spent considerable time in Japan studying Zen Buddhism, and in 1961 published Buddhist Anarchism where he described the connection he saw between these two concepts originating in different parts of the world: "The mercy of the West has been social revolution; the mercy of the East has been individual insight into the basic self/void." He advocated "using such means as civil disobedience, outspoken criticism, protest, pacifism, voluntary poverty and even gentle violence" and defended "the right of individuals to smoke hemp, eat peyote, be polygymous, polyandrous or homosexual" which he saw as being banned by "the Judaeo-Capitalist-Christian-Marxist West".
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| Monday, November 24th, 2008
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11:47 am - SICK but TRUE
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2008
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8:11 pm - ELTON JOHN FTW!!!!!!!
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current mood: cheerful
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| Thursday, November 6th, 2008
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12:38 pm - a useful mem-o
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combine what you see and what you know!
current mood:  WET
current music: TSOL: word is
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| Monday, October 27th, 2008
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2:32 pm - REPENT, QUIT YOUR JOB, AND SLLLLLLLLLACK OFF!
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and PRAISE BOB
current mood: slackin!
current music: windchiiiiiiiiimes
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