Stand Perfectly Still, Hands in Robot Position, This is How to Fly

Had a flying dream last night. The way to fly is to hold the invisible rails so you look like a rock em sock em robot with your arms held out in front of you. Your ability to leave the ground is dependent on the strength of your arms, your ability to support your weight from crooked elbows. Floated around the top of a fast food joint, descended to scare an ex.

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This morning I went back to bed after getting up. As a reward, I received a dream of fucking a french cop who was manhunting me in Vancouver after I had fled something or other by going over a waterfall in Idaho. 2 french woman cops.

link to online comic “I Talk to the Wind.”

Good to See You, Safe Travels



Put Vlad and Sveta in a car to the airport about 30 minutes ago. It was good to see my friend again. It’s good to pick up friendships where they left off. The plan is to hit Moskva this summer. Safe travels, brutha.

Weary, Pre/Post Drunk



The lesson here is: don’t leave your bike anywhere chained to something such as a bike rack or hitching post or some such thing. Nothing is what it appears.

Vlad and Svetlana are back in from their trip home to Illinois, crashing again at my house. More beers.

Yesterday me and Vlad split a 6 of Brooklyn that was bad- gave us both the shits. Or else it was the cigar. In any event I almost shat on hipsters on my way to a restroom at the student center, all wandering around bedecked in their pre-LeTigre viewing idenitities and swagger, getting in my way on my beeline to the bathroom.

Svetlana and I had a halting conversation in Russian about my predilection for Asian women. I tried to extract the factors that drove me again and again to the asian babies. I said I like brunettes. I said I like the pale girls. I like the dark eyes. I guess I like the Eastern women, after all.

I try to talk to all the girls that come my way, in times of plenty and in meaner times. Honestly.

I want to hear the new Afrika Bambaataa before I buy it, but the “Metal” remake with Gary Numan is almost enough for me to shell out on its own.

I’m going to see the driven Ted Leo next Sunday. Good times. I’ve been trying to convince people to go with me, but I already have my ticket, and fuck it if people think I’m going to steer them wrong on music. I’m going alone if need be.

I’m also in the market for a copy of McLuhan’s Wake, a film put together in the past year and a half or so about Marshall McLuhan. Aside from being a bit, uh, devout, it did a fair job of summarizing the whole McLuhan thing.

Oh, and this building is almost finished.

Walking, Talking, Out of the House



Had a good walk and talk with the man with the plan about the direction of the band and life in general. A very positive talk. A very positive walk. It’s good to be actually producing music and writing songs and just knowing that there’s a plan in action that is actually going to take us places. The air is brisk and it was good to be out of the house. On top of all this, my natural weatherproofing is proving to be a big help as we progress further into Autumn toward dread winter. And only 30-40 more pages to write before the end of the semester, too. Fantastic. Now, if I can get that done in a week and a half, then I’ll be happy.

Here’s a picture from my walk tonight, blurry, of Astor Place. I saw some people spinning the giant cube in the middle of the blur the other night. I’m not sure if that sculpture is actually supposed to move.

Once school and the band get all sorted out, which they will, which they will, I hope to get away from this pattern of near-dating that’s been frustrating me of late. In the meantime I just have to get my own house in order.