tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51997902012-02-13T22:45:06.096-06:00Antemortem musings of a postmortem dude.the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.comBlogger8271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-6029437786924480312012-02-11T23:14:00.004-06:002012-02-11T23:31:11.234-06:00

I've been writing pretty consistently, and I'm a page or two from finishing the first draft of the first of the hardboiled stories I mentioned in my last post. If I hadn't sidetracked myself tonight with exultation- over drink, over a relaxed Saturday night with the cat and my wife, over the impending visit of a very dear friend- I might be done by now.But exultation, the kind that drives one to

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-53298228416728445992012-01-17T23:48:00.004-06:002012-01-18T00:21:07.191-06:00

All right, me and the Royal Portable Deluxe have decided that we're going to collaborate on something. As some of you may know, I made my first money from writing when I published a hardboiled detective story in Blue Murder Magazine back in 1999. I don't even remember the title of the story, but I've always liked hardboiled detective fiction- not just reading it, but writing it. I haven't written

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One day, an increasingly large number of years from now, I'll write something really meaningful about heavy metal, despite the fact that metal needs no spokesperson- especially not me.Hail the riff.now playing: Jex Thoth, Jex Thoth

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I've censored the following, in protest of a bill that gives any corporation and the US government the power to censor the internet--a bill that could pass THIS WEEK. To see the uncensored text, and to stop internet censorship, visit: http://americancensorship.org/posts/13273/uncensor████ ███████ isn't ████████ ███████; it's the ████ ████ it's ████████ ████ ██████. Do █████████, ████ if it's ████

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-4922287075691331652011-12-13T03:12:00.004-06:002011-12-13T03:17:21.763-06:00

At the blurred, exhausted edge of a winter nightthere is possibly nothing betterthan a tall glass of cold waterand Ulver(particularly the Teachings in Silence compilation).Silence teaches you how to singindeed.

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"teenagers and cigarettes"/"16yo lungs"The surest sign of youth is thatpatch of dirt or grass aroundthe side of the house,or that sun-bled coke can,sometimes a windowsill-allscratched blackand clotted with filters,sometimes lipsticked(and when they are, and that color isn't yours,oh how the heart moves),never symmetrical in their destruction.The escape and worry,isolationand happiness,the held

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The monolithsrise before our eyes,vertical steppes of basalt and sunburnt grass-so out of place in this country,this barren country,stumps and thirst and empty wombs,timber stripped and turned mockingly skyward.How,how on earth,did they find time to build tombs while...oh.Oh.

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-81165949361209119432011-11-23T17:38:00.019-06:002011-11-24T00:07:49.519-06:00

Hey, look, it's been a while. What a surprise.I blame school, mostly. The semester's simultaneously flown and crawled by, punctuated by one Chinese assignment after another, logic tests, and so on. I've got a week of classes left after Thanksgiving, and then finals. Or a final, really, since my last grades for three-fourths of my classes will come in the form of papers and such.School stuff aside

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-27495593787998630592011-10-18T23:33:00.002-05:002011-10-18T23:34:16.399-05:00

almost midnight:first chilland a bit too much beer.through yawn after yawn,all it takesis this moment.

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-48057036855325578142011-10-09T01:27:00.007-05:002011-10-09T02:35:00.764-05:00

October 7th marked the 25th anniversary of the release of Slayer's seminal album Reign in Blood. I, and thousands of other metalheads, regard this record as not only a historical milestone in heavy metal history, but a completely fucking awesome record that, had it existed when NASA was shooting cultural artifacts into deep space, could've been the sole musical cargo.I think Seasons in the Abyss

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-36732836751084559572011-09-26T23:30:00.010-05:002011-09-27T20:34:37.019-05:00

I was talking to my pops the other day, discussing random fields of interest and he said I should write an essay, or something along those lines, about something. It was interesting timing, given how fascinated I am with Chinese xiaopin wen (小品文), Kenko's Tsurezuregusa, and similar efforts from Westerners, and that most of the books I bought in China were volumes of essays. It's not quite what my

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-17938972633740815982011-09-03T23:10:00.002-05:002011-09-03T23:13:04.827-05:00

Well, I'm back. Lots to report, but all the China stuff is over at my website, so read it there. Right now I'm doing a little writing, not thinking about school- which is going to be a drag this semester- and listening to Candlemass, so I'll get back to you later, dear reader. See you soon.

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I just vomited up a bunch of text on Facebook. I'm reprinting it here because I'm lazy. All sentiments are still valid (since they were expressed moments ago).--BEGIN FB TRANSMISSION--This is big shit. I've been obsessing over China- its culture, language, history, etc.- for years, and tomorrow I get on a series of planes to visit the Middle Kingdom, and realize firsthand how utterly ignorant I

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-91277200047096375802011-06-30T16:58:00.003-05:002011-06-30T17:12:57.375-05:00

Things to do within the next year, or maybe starting next summer, depending on what they are:-get more familiar with UNIX and associated programs (vim for starters)-set up my own Gopherspace-get my books and music arranged alongside Tracey's; now that we're married, there's not much excuse not to merge our collections -skate more-translate at least three of Lin Yutang's (or someone's) essays from

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Lately I've written several things that I either didn't post here, or took down shortly after posting them. My reasons are numerous: something wasn't finished, or it sucked, or it was inconsequential, even by the standards of this blog. Take, for example, my brief paean to Brooke Brodack, which itself relied on my habit of collecting search terms that returned no results on Google. My wife caught

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-67026949865632454662011-05-30T21:39:00.009-05:002011-05-30T22:14:15.090-05:00

Did I tell you dudes that I have a web page? As in, one that ain't a blog? Well, I do, and it looks like it was made in 1997. On purpose.Click here to waste time.There's not much there, and it looks that way 1) because it's written in pure HTML, my grasp of which hasn't changed much since the late '90s, 2) I don't have much to offer textually speaking, much less graphically, and 3) I'm lazy, so

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-81401961471820947182011-05-26T16:33:00.003-05:002011-05-26T16:45:23.534-05:00

The busy year marches on.Finished the semester. Got married (rad). Preparing to have wisdom teeth pulled. Finally visited Waterloo Records in Austin. Getting ready for the big wedding party in a couple weeks. Got a summer suit. All set for my China trip (or so I like to pretend). Occasionally working on the new novel. Having a hard time finding time to do a lot of the stuff I want, but trying not

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-38606881667999582622011-05-15T22:48:00.007-05:002011-05-16T00:25:17.454-05:00

damni hear blogger's having problemsso why bother writing?"oh manain't that a bigger questionbigger than the internet?"well shityou have a very good pointmaybe back in the dialup erawardialin' and angelfirin'there was a chance ofsome other dudesor some other chicksclicking on the mailto:now it's all skull interior decorationand there ain't no mailto:a former essence preached toprobably

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-86971143930024418662011-04-25T19:01:00.004-05:002011-04-25T19:34:36.884-05:00

This one is easy:Blind Guardian- Somewhere Far Beyond (1992)Not as bombastic as later Blind Guardian albums- i.e., not as much synth and orchestral stuff- and much faster than the last record of theirs I heard (A Twist in the Myth from 2006), this is an excellent example of why the phrase "power metal" is so often proceeded by "German."When I think of Blind Guardian my mind jumps to my brother's

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-65480828474289708852011-04-24T17:46:00.002-05:002011-04-24T17:48:54.404-05:00

One day I walk by the lake.One day I sit by the lake.One day I stand by the lake.One day I lie by the lake.-袁宏道/Yuan Hongdao, 1568-1610 (translated by Jonathan Chaves)

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-50754117455462377902011-04-14T16:44:00.006-05:002011-04-14T16:59:09.450-05:00

I've never tagged any of my writing here, mostly out of laziness but partially because of my disinterest in sorting my posts into categories that would feel either forced or merely convenient. I'd say that my muttering does often lend itself to tagging- poetry, personal stuff, music, etc.- but I don't see any reason to label individual entries in what is essentially an ongoing chronicle of, let's

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-77737907980663323602011-04-13T15:03:00.005-05:002011-04-13T15:47:54.081-05:00

What? Two posts in one day? Why is that, you ask? Because yours truly doesn't feel like tackling his Chinese homework yet, that's why. My procrastination gives you...Orodruin- Birth of the Dawn (1999)This pick looked dubious from the start. The liner notes have that ragged desktop printer thing going on, but since this is a remastered demo (not listed on the Encyclopedia Metallum, by the way,

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-85559534378387748322011-04-13T13:38:00.005-05:002011-04-13T14:45:00.566-05:00

This one comes from the batch of albums that Drew gave my brother:Benediction- The Grand Leveller (1991)Once more I find myself holding an album belonging to a band whose name I've known for ages but have never listened to. At some point I'm going to stop even bothering to mention this, as it'll probably be the norm for this series.Actually Benediction's music isn't completely new to me, at

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-88130357554604184062011-04-08T00:10:00.003-05:002011-04-08T00:42:29.513-05:00

Despite four weeks of gainful unemployment, Thursday nights still feel like the equivalent of Friday nights. It'll change with time, I'm sure, but old habits die hard. It's past midnight and I'm done beating my head against the wall working on the new potential novel, so I've been delving into the PDFs that came with my recent purchase of Lamentions of the Flame Princess: Weird Fantasy

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-66507089267631695192011-03-29T16:36:00.018-05:002011-03-29T18:30:19.334-05:00

"Awe. Yeah."Sometimes in the middle of the afternoonyou run across some amazing momentsnothing that you expected or created or decideduponagainst all good timing and all good senseyou see somethinghear somethingfeel somethingthat hits the switch in your tired brain bankand pops that vault wideopendoesn't matter if the words come out wrongmuch less if the scansion's weak as Ponggotta push rhymes

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-33250219500621064812011-03-21T10:25:00.022-05:002011-03-21T14:52:22.323-05:00

Today's edition of "Scott's Stash" covers one album and eleven bands:V/A- Maiden America- Iron Maiden Tribute & American Metal CompilationThis is a two-disc set: the first being a series of Iron Maiden covers by underground and/or lesser-known American metal bands c. 1999, and the second being original songs by those bands. I haven't listened to the second disc, because I didn't know it was

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-30386559789329241992011-03-15T19:09:00.003-05:002011-03-15T19:17:02.325-05:00

It's begun: the light is falling differently as the seasons shift, and my brain moves accordingly. I love this time of year, these lengthening sunsets, the sense of manageable urgency as days fade into nights that, when I was younger, felt like new phases of the day, but as of late are over before I know it, in bed by 11 PM and nodding off over a page of Mason & Dixon or In Search of Lost

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-6056940318007745262011-03-07T14:21:00.006-06:002011-03-07T14:52:38.655-06:00

Today, folks, I'm listening to...Iced Earth- The Dark Saga (1996)I don't know who was responsible for my brother getting heavily into Iced Earth not long after we moved back to Texas in 1997, but they deserve a handshake. While never groundbreaking, Iced Earth was (and still is, at least the last time I heard them) a solid metal band with roots in traditional American metal. Their endless parade

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-51561576859474703532011-03-02T17:45:00.010-06:002011-03-07T14:19:57.257-06:00

Before my brother hit the road for California, he asked me if I wanted his CD collection. Not only has he embraced digital storage of music more than I, he didn't want the hassle of packing so many CDs. I haven't counted them, but there are probably a couple hundred. Like me, my brother is a metalhead, so I was eager to take the discs off his hands.Some of them I already own, but there are a lot

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-557927119759414992011-02-20T01:06:00.003-06:002011-02-20T01:18:49.510-06:00

Awesome, yet rough, night. My mind moves back to where I want to be, where I'll never be. Heart swells to a tune that I'll probably never fully share. It's all views from 45 here, dreaming about what happens in that house I've never truly left...There's no going back, but fuck me if I don't feel like I'm some kind of traitor if I don't try. Synthesis is inadequate. So is everything else.Sleep now

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-53553479260530424212011-01-18T01:50:00.003-06:002011-01-18T02:18:19.212-06:00

Classes start tomorrow. I'm staying up late tonight out of principle, by which I mean "in defiance of common sense." I've barely kept up with my Chinese over the past month, and while my on-and-off-again studies have surprised me with how much I've retained, my active memory feels atrophied. There's a precedent for this- last winter break, to be precise, and the yawning chasm that is the summer

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-72978951630244100542011-01-13T23:51:00.006-06:002011-01-14T00:14:26.214-06:00

Yep, I'm getting married.I've been with Tracey for almost four years now, and it's been great. So great that, after several months of serious thought, I asked her to marry me last week. It wasn't a grandiose, romantic thing- that's not really my style, and the proposal was as much a result of circumstances as deliberation- but it felt right, and still does. I love this woman dearly, and I easily

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-34541499642183150722011-01-07T04:29:00.000-06:002011-01-07T04:31:16.977-06:00

Big news forthcoming. Dig thee the Bully soundtrack in the meantime.

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Happy New Year, folks.So far, so good. New Zealand wine, a late night banging out what will be the first of many projects for the year, Type O Negative mini-marathon through the new headphones... yeah, so far so good.Other folks have expressed great expectations for 2011, but I honestly have no clue what I expect from this year. Nothing, really: I'll take it as it comes, though I won't say I have

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-19074151706128042112010-12-25T00:41:00.005-06:002010-12-25T00:59:30.231-06:00

Here we are, approximately 2,010 years after the birth of a near-mythical figure whose life and death are supposed to have delivered mankind from the uglier results of death. I've got a cup of wine, a few salvaged cigarette butts, a slow internet connection, heavy metal, and the prospect of sharing a room with my (literally) snotty nephew before me. It'd be easy to deride the value of Christmas

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-37511863181487490972010-12-19T08:27:00.003-06:002010-12-19T08:30:04.901-06:00

Behold, my novel in electronic (and much cheaper) form! Buy yourself, and everyone you know, a copy for Christmas. I get a fistful of coins, you get hours of entertainment, and everyone wins.

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"Oh nothing."NOTHING IS COOL.So sayeth Blockhead Skateboards, back in the day. I sometimes feel like they got it right (though I'm sure it was just a funny ad and not an existential statement). But then I remember stuff like/b/MC Frontalot8bc.orgJudas PriestWelcome to the NHKoil pastelsnutritional yeastglasseswritingetc. etc., and life is good. (If still confusing.)

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Winterfylleth- The Mercian SphereFen- The Malediction FieldsMC Frontalot- Zero DayTwin Stumps- Live 10.17.09Grails- Black Tar Prophecies vol. 5The Sword- Warp RidersMarblebog- ForestheartResearch, listen, enjoy.

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-56374278660293836342010-12-02T00:39:00.002-06:002010-12-02T00:49:51.532-06:00

How much can I write about late nights, up alone with only music and bad habits and the internet keeping me company?A lot, apparently. Right now I'm wallowing in nostalgia and not sleeping, which I should be doing since I have a Chinese test in the morning. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's not doing what I should be doing. I'd say that some day this will cost me dearly, but I'm sure it

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-10252108102506280132010-11-24T02:32:00.002-06:002010-11-24T02:39:06.828-06:00

To rephrase the mighty YTCracker, "I remember way back in '99 when I could write all night". I miss that shit. These days- or nights, rather- I get so distracted by bullshit when I stay up late with the intent to write. C'est la vie.Speaking of nerdcore, I saw Schaffer the Darklord, MC Frontalot, and MC Chris a couple weekends back. It was killer.Back to writing. Can't wait to see how rough

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-42400060377454388182010-11-02T21:36:00.004-05:002010-11-02T21:53:52.462-05:00

A cold front has finally moved in, and it looks like the temperature won't break 80 degrees anytime soon. This being Texas, that could change, but for the time being I'm going to enjoy being able to wear long-sleeved shirts, running my Jeep's heater (not because I need the warmth, but so I know it works when regular cold weather sets in), and listening to appropriate music.Speaking of music, it

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-18384525934337089242010-10-21T01:20:00.004-05:002010-10-21T01:36:52.176-05:00

According to the folks playing the AD&D game (second edition, but fuck them shitty '95 rulebooks, which we're stuck with because the OG versions have apparently disintegrated to the point of unavailability) I'm in the midst of running, I'm a decent Dungeon Master. This is gratifying to no end, not only because I seem to have retained my knack for making up shit on the fly, but because for the

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-30336351546687468962010-09-08T00:07:00.000-05:002010-09-08T00:08:18.441-05:00

The only titleI ever want:"Dungeon Master."

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-2615658558332422982010-09-03T02:41:00.008-05:002010-09-03T03:14:08.661-05:00

So:here's the famous-nay, infamous, if I was to buy his line,though I don't know if I even buy "famous"-writer,with his beer bottle collection,daily zazen,heavy metal records and t-shirts,incessant smoking, piles of books,and who knows how many other affectations(I'm sorry, "idiosyncrasies").Weird hours,lazy skateboarding(stop being a pussy, dude),Chinese studies,broad yet shallow intellect:All

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-60449360985555906422010-09-03T01:09:00.003-05:002010-09-03T01:29:25.780-05:00

Earlier this year I played Assassin's Creed 2. Tracey got it as a surprise, and a surprise it was, given that I liked the original game somewhat, but not enough to even get close to finishing it. The story was compelling, but the gameplay was lackluster. The sequel, however, was a blast from start to finish, due in no small part to the setting: Renaissance Florence. Everyone from Lorenzo "il

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-62289241284958348802010-08-20T03:40:00.002-05:002010-08-20T03:51:24.810-05:00

Here in Houston, autumn's still distant, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming of cool, crisp weather, (some) fallen leaves, intensified studies, and a painfully long-delayed replay to one of the best video games ever, Bully. I start classes on Monday, whereupon I have to prove my worth to the Chinese department so that I can get a scholarship to the Middle Kingdom next summer. This year my

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-70564344380703684832010-08-19T22:49:00.003-05:002010-08-19T23:11:40.216-05:00

On my birthday there were nine(I think it was nine)bodies under sheets,bodies and sheets alikecarved from marble. I didn'tknow it at the time,which was good. Delay begat more power.What will happen tonightthat I won't understanduntil tomorrow?

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My girlfriend's sitting next to me writing up some kind of LARP-style adventure I'm to embark on, with the help of friends, this coming Saturday in celebration of my 31st birthday. We're listening to MC Lars, whose 2008 gig at the White Swan was, we've agreed, was one of the best shows ever. I like commas and long sentences. Now I'm gonna watch "I'm On A Boat," 'cause it rules.I want to recommend

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We are the rotting corpseThat strides the earth We are the neural pathformed from a lifetime of silenceWe are the collapsed veinof every addict's final momentWe are the written wordwritten by the word for the wordWe are the ragged messthat is the dilettante's true garbWe are the snowy peakattempted by the BeastWe are the bleeding blackthat swallows the westbound sunWe are the hempen noosearound

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How many nods can you giveto self-destruction,to third person observations ofbad habits makin' the momentthe moment?How much math adds up to justification(shit, rationalization)of times makin' the subjectpredicate?Ain't none, really:blink dry-mouthed,light another stoge, punctuate the headphone quiet,and write another desperate line.And another. Another. Pause. Long,long pause.Another.Another.

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The cat wants supper;the mind and body, stimulation.A moment appears-How's that for stimulating?

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Errands unfinished,I lie abed drinking waterand leafing through books,idlein the pale pewter light.(7.2 or 7.3.10)

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"monument construction"wearing a flannel shirt on a summer night.cells shrieking for nicotine, brain for diversion.paying for the whole week with gas money.here, hide behind this brown glass wall...on second thought, don't.how will friday even happen?"any more water on those wedgesand the whole block's a writeoff."

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Tonight MC Chris, MC Lars, and YTCracker played here in H-Town. I really wanted to go, but I didn't, partially because I had nobody to go with (not because nobody was interested, but because there were conflicts of the scheduling variety), partially because I didn't want to spend a ton of money- I wouldn't be content just to pay the cover, I woulda wanted to buy shirts and shit- and partially

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Today is June 16th.It's been a productive summer so far. Thinking of each day as a potential landmark helps. Sometimes I forget to do so, but for the most part, despite any small-scale lapses and failures, it's been a useful approach to making the most of this most climatologically awful of seasons.As always, apologies for the brevity, but I've got writing to do.Tomorrow is June 17th.

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Eternity, no!Who'd want that, even ifwe get to spend it luxuriatingin the most refined of pleasures?If nothing ages, nothingdeepens. I have no interestin day after day after day(to the nth power timesthe nth power)of childish appreciation ofphenomena, if all we're grantedis the ability to converseabout, exclusively,how coolsomething is.Better oblivion,better Sheol,better a haphazard scheme of

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-72339945266573219252010-05-13T23:34:00.005-05:002010-05-13T23:59:30.956-05:00

Here, in the great connected solitude, me and you and him and her but really me who isn't me at all or you at all or him at all or her at all, but just a bundle, singular and multitudinous, of contingency, a confluence of incalculable decisions, actions and the inactions that are still actions.Keystrokes, blinks, wars, misunderstandings, snapped fingers, spilled drinks, cuds chewed, nebulae

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I could be studying for tomorrow's Chinese final, but I'm not, because I've reached a saturation point. I've got a couple hours tomorrow morning that I plan on using to study (read: "cram"), and I've put in a fair amount of time over the past week, so I should do pretty well. Sometimes I have no idea why I'm studying Chinese. Or why I do anything I do, for that matter. Surprisingly, this doesn't

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Some new microfiction comin' soon, y'all. Guaranteed, seeing as how it's in my notebook waiting for transcription. I just gotta conquer this semester, and then I'll have a couple-three months of relatively free time to jaw about whatever comes to mind. Exciting topics may include Chinese radicals (the linguistic kind, not the political), ruminations on skate park life, brutal Houston summers,

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INT- 4843 BRIDGEMONT LANE, SPRING, TEXAS, 77388. NIGHT. The year is 1993, and a young DAVE SMITH sits five feet from the television, watching Headbangers Ball. His parents and brother are all sound asleep, as they usually are at this late hour. DAVE is entranced by the current video, which appears to be a song by a band of imposing, vampiric Eastern Europeans surrounded by hot women and freakish

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Among the recent things I've done is a short-lived attempt at doing things with my right hand. Being fortunate to have been born in a time not insistent on having my natural tendency toward things sinister rather than dexter beaten or cajoled out of me, I took an opportunity last night to try to brush my teeth with my right hand. My teeth ended up clean, sure, but it was not an easy task. My

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In lieu of delving further into my well-over-a-decade-old obsession with late nights enjoyed in quiet domestic environs- a situation in the midst of which I again find myself- I instead urge you to listen to the Mount Fuji Doomjazz Corporation's Succubus. Accompanied, perhaps, by tobacco and alcohol, and silent rumination on subjects best left undiscussed.Good night.

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48 hours from now I'll be in San Diego, California, enjoying the first leg of a trip up and down the Golden State (or, as Erik Davis would put it, the Visionary State) with my girlfriend.Twelve and a half hours from now I have a Chinese midterm.Right now I'm not studying. Right now I'm enjoying some DCPD Bangerz, sipping tequila with Peychaud's bitters, Controy, and water, and daydreaming about

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-30596738434686700362010-03-05T00:39:00.009-06:002010-03-05T01:39:51.476-06:00

"this is my curb""Skate curbs, smoke cigarettes." ...say hi to groms, moms, dads, ice cream man.That ain't wax,that's aluminum. Months and months of Trackers and Indieslaid down on these curbs, mere yards from 35,000 square feetof high-grade Grindline concrete.It's easier out here, if you don't count pedestriansand the occasional

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That was, in its way,accidental:the Tao of the houseseeing fitthat the rubber batstays aloft.2.10.10

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I remember it like it's tomorrow. Chris puts down his pen, looks up from the notebook full of BBS numbers and game maps he keeps next to his computer, and blinks. He takes a long swig of Coke, glances at the pack of cigarettes his dad left behind when he called it quits for the night, and almost reaches for one but doesn't, knowing he's already got an addictive personality (and besides, his dad

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There will be no return to form.There was never any formto begin with. This is not the HeartSutra speaking; this emptiness is theone we know, the one we fear, theshape and texture we think we associate with the darkest of nights.Emptiness cultivated by tryingto hold it at bay. We'll return,there's no doubt of that; it's justa question of what we bringback, or what we leave behind.When we've

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I've been much more silent than I intended. It's been a busy month; I feel like the 3.5" disk that runs my brain's OS has been swapped with a different one containing an operating system that handles school and work programs and very little else. Ugh.

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LADIES & GENTLEMEN, the brain tonight isn't moving in the unexpected directions you may have expected given the circumstances, but rest assured there are still sirens screaming down West Alabama, holes in the elbow of someone else's sweater, too many minutes spent surfing (oh, OUTDATED!) increasingly few websites, bursts of laughter and temperatures that make putting beer, NA variety, in the

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I've got my Chinese 1501 final tomorrow. Once I'm done, I hope to use my winter break (from school, not work, naturally) productively, in a writerly sense. We shall see.Let's just hope I don't forget a semester's worth of Chinese in three weeks and ruin my current academic respectability come springtime.

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BarrowsWe opened the tombs ofour ancestors, kings and heroes all,only to find them empty,quiet homes of dust and memory.Our sacred myths founded on vacant architectureand lies our great-grandfathers toldto keep the nighttime silence at bay.No splendid treasure-hoards,no bones to brighten the microscope'seye, no spells toward off the other side's ravenous denizens,only the tombs, hillside after

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-37312558513260133342009-12-08T21:18:00.002-06:002009-12-08T21:47:12.710-06:00

I've been more prolific, in some ways, this past year than I have in a long while. One of my biggest problems with defining prolificity is the issue of length: have I written anything longer than a few hundred words, much less a proper short story or, even better, a novel? Not really. I've merely been amassing vignettes, poems, and fragments of ideas that if properly fleshed out could be seed

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The sound of two-inch tape hisses and rustles in the weeds. Someone's forgotten they were supposed to be making field recordings, left their gear behind. That was 1971; since then kids have been discovering the machine and replaying the sounds the tape never captured. They don't know how it works- the batteries are corroded slugs- and they don't care. They press play, rewind, play again, fast

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D.A.'s Favorite* Five Records** of 2009It's close enough to the end of the year for me to make some assessments of the albums I acquired in 二零零九年, or as the Chinese say, deuce double ought nine. It's been a tough year for music, I think, mostly from a personal standpoint: I spent a quarter of the year unemployed and the rest of it saving as much money as I could to pay UH's insane tuition, so I

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-20459387012304733872009-11-11T23:39:00.002-06:002009-11-11T23:46:15.099-06:00

The song of harlots and saintsresounds in chambers without wallsor walls of bone, smooth curvature of bone.The stars hide behind light and a hundredwheels spin.Children grit their teeth, prepare to fall,as parents demand more. Young maskstear at the edges when ten thousandtomorrows arrive today.But todaythere is no today, only now,the moment of noise and lines.11.11.09----YTCracker's dropped a

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Iced tea and a cigarette. Geocities comes to an end, and with it the internet as so many of us knew it. The ego as time bomb. New YT Cracker release awaiting extraction from a .zip file. A day of rain. That cold-weather smell, not because it's that cold but because it's just cool enough for an extra layer. Abyssal power struggles. Locks in need of powdered graphite. Too many appliances. Pumpkins

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(tl;dr version: nice weather and skateboarding rule)It's been a weird year for Houston, weather-wise. June was brutally hot. July was, to nobody's surprise, also hot. August was a little more mellow, but only in comparison to what it usually is. September sucked: the temperatures didn't seem to drop, and the humidity was awful. October, when most of us would agree that H-Town starts catching up

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"Every waking moment is a footstep deeper into a labyrinth where the meaninglessness of life pursues us like a patient minotaur." -Lina Strade

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(As always, the text below is not to be taken as fully fleshed out, or likely to be completed.)Some pieces of music- riffs, melodies, whole songs- perform one of music's most potent functions, which for lack of better words I'll term the transportive function. This term can be broken down into specific types of transport, since not all music serves the same purpose, but I'm going to focus on

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Things I've done in the past couple weeks: started my new job at the skatepark, moved closer to finishing this semester's Chinese class, and absorbed a great amount of new music. What I haven't done: meditate. For the past eight or nine months I've been pretty strict about getting in 30 minutes to an hour a day on the ol' meditation cushion. It's been a useful habit, and when I miss more than the

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Something I'll try to expand upon later:One of the reasons I love heavy metal is that it is a channel for the expression of ideas and sentiments that are usually at odds with those professed by the majority of people. Not boring political issues, but metaphysical and philosophical concepts. It's good that metal is there to provide a framework for understanding my periodic nihilism and distaste

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-33245297994041066802009-04-16T20:45:00.011-05:002009-04-16T22:05:09.214-05:00

All right, here's some heavy metal musings at long last. Today's topic: Mastodon's latest record, Crack the Skye, which is a concept album of sorts. I'm not going to go too deeply into the details of the concept part, as such information is readily available online. Better yet, you could listen to the record and read the liner notes. The latter course of action is unquestionably the superior one,

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Hopefully within the next week- probably the next few days- I'll be writing about some records I've been diggin' as of late, and the satellite ideas I have about them.The records:Mastodon- Crack the SkyeDarkthrone- Dark Thrones and Black FlagsWolves in the Throne Room- Two HuntersCheck 'em out for yourself in the meantime.

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Since I quit drinking last August I've taken to drinking non-alcoholic beer. I don't drink as much of it as I did real beer, but it's a decent analog- or so I thought. Last night I drank about four bottles of O'Doul's; several hours later, I woke up with nasty gut pains, which were as surprising as they were unpleasant since I rarely have gastrointestinal trouble. The pain continued through the

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Wearing yesterday's (or day before's) socks, drinking from reused water battle sans cap, wallet empty, Tommy Guerrero and YT Cracker jams on the hard drive, hundreds of old skateboarding ads scrolling by. Floodlights and pretty smooth concrete over at Target sound like fun, but there's nobody to skate with now. Quitting cigarettes is harder than breaking up with girls. Coffee- sure, but man it's

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It's been almost a year since I posted here. I forgot my password, had mail server problems getting it back when I realized (months after the fact) that I'd forgotten it, made an aborted attempt at another blog, lost my job (not because of the blog problems)... yeah, here we are again.Let's see what happens.

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Here are your options. Choose at least one.a) Meditate and destroyb) Skate and destroyWhich will it be?How about both?Yeah, that sounds good. It's been a good week. It pays to try and be mindful.

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The older I get, the less I have to believe in. I remember a time when things didn't sound like bullshit or totally devoid of value. I love life, but it doesn't mean shit, as much as I want it to; I want to be a good little existentialist, but I fail at it because I can't find or create the personal meaning that makes life worth living. I'm running on fear, laziness, and what passes for hope. "

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Tommy Guerrero, former Bones Brigade skater turned musician, said in an interview I read a few weeks ago that his music isn't exactly suited for skating, except for the walk back up a hill you just bombed. I can't say for sure, since I don't listen to music when I skate, as much as I'd like to (aural cues, such as the sound of approaching cars, are handy when you're cruising the neighborhood and

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Sometimes I sleep in the master closet, stretched out between rows of shoes, a winter coat added to my usual pile of blankets. The air does not move, and there is an odor of cedar that seems to grow stronger the longer I remain. The closet is similar to what I would want in a tomb, and is therefore a fine place to meditate on death. My closet renders death a warm, familiar, pleasantly scented

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http://slanginliquorinthehood.blogspot.com/Good stuff.

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I'm drinking plenty of coffee these days.Apropos of nothing, I know, but I was compelled to mention it.

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It is imperative that unpleasant activities and environments be mitigated as much as possible, internal unpleasantness not necessarily excluded. However, the means of lessening the world's unpleasantness is one that should not be taken up without careful contemplation. I might suggest a method or two, but refrain from doing so, knowing that most who would apply such methods have no desire to be

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-33589384027182429142008-06-07T02:24:00.005-05:002008-06-07T02:47:15.545-05:00

I'm drunk, just so you know. Doesn't mean any of the following is untrue (or sensible). Not that much will follow.-Life, generally speaking, almost never excites me these days.-I wish I'd been more of a miscreant in high school.-She. Oh, she!-Neck hurts.-Bully soundtrack: missing only one crucial song.-Marbles/ball bearings: check inventory.-I miss Floyd boy.-"Con su gusano.: Down the hatrch.-I

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-77152869971449715982008-05-30T19:32:00.002-05:002008-05-30T19:46:37.477-05:00

After spending ten or fifteen minutes looking for parking on choked side streets, I forced myself through the packed downstairs bar at Rudyard's, got my hand stamped, and went upstairs, where the population was even denser, the temperature at least ten degrees higher, the humidity almost 100%, and the wait for a beer anywhere between five and ten minutes. Everything took forever, except breaking

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I've been playing Grand Theft Auto IV lately. Great game, across the board. My buddy Andy sent me the following link to this article which discusses why the GTA series has been so groundbreaking, among other things. I recommend reading it if you're a GTA fan and/or interested in the narratology of video games in general. It's also pretty damned funny.As great as GTA is, however, my favorite

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-60691909169550319592008-05-20T00:16:00.002-05:002008-05-20T00:25:23.533-05:00

Been digging the hell out of Brant Bjork's newest offering, Punk Rock Guilt. Recorded in '05 but only released this month, it's another album of his where he plays all the instruments, and features some songs that have shown up on other albums in different forms. It's not rehash, though; the songs maintain enough similarity to previous versions to be recognizable, but are restructured in such a

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-78863281968571841512008-05-16T19:14:00.004-05:002008-05-16T20:03:08.986-05:00

My parents are celebrating their 33rd wedding anniversary this weekend, so I'll be up in Jasper Saturday and most of Sunday, along with my brother, Tracey, kt and Altoid. I doubt there'll be anywhere to skate other than the driveway, but if space permits I'll probably bring my board with me.I'm close to finishing the final volume of Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol run. Like a lot of comics, I bought

the corpsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226661316609606978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199790.post-20944149211986082692008-05-08T22:01:00.001-05:002008-05-08T22:11:23.673-05:00

I started skating again last November. I'm not any good, and I don't practice nearly enough, but I am going to visit the new skatepark opening up in town on June 1, armed with my Powell-Peralta Ripper reissue and rolling on (reissue) Rat Bones. I've never skated bowls, pools, vert, ditches, or anything other than streets, so it'll be a trip going there and watching kids less than half my age tear

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I finally bough a copy of The Radio One Sessions Elastica did. A few of you may know of my long-standing love of Elastica, which started when I saw the video for "Connection" on MTV in Venezuela, so the fact that I waited this long to get what was essentially the last thing the band released (or had released in its name) is inexplicable. That it's such a good record makes my delinquency even less

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