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| Monday, November 20th, 2006 | | 1:45 pm |
I think that a certain amount of fear is neccesary to get really excited about something. Like time travel, for example. | | Monday, October 2nd, 2006 | | 3:27 pm |
just in case one of them breaks
I'm pretty sure there's approximately 4 million things I'm supposed to be doing today that I am completely forgetting about. I know that I am supposed to finish writing the book that is taking me way longer to write than I ever would have imagined possible, and I know I'm supposed to feed Meowy + Toby and change their litter and water them and whatnot, and I know I have to remember to find a new telephone before I leave this weekend, but I can't remember the other 3,999,997 things I am supposed to do. I blame all of my forgetfullness on the wonderful weekend I had during Lindsay and Isiah's commitment ceremony in Columbus. It was incredible to be around all of my amazing friends and to have so much fun preparing and performing the ceremony. Even the rain and lightening wanted to come and watch Lindsay and Isiah commit themselves to each other! The wonderful weekend also lightened the load of the bad news I received on Friday. You see, I've been planning for some time to depart on a tour for a couple months. I am leaving this weekend to play shows on the east coast. A few weeks ago I decided that I should see the doctor for my left leg before I go as I was having a difficult time walking or standing on it for any length of time and my ankle still looked pretty much exactly the same as it did when I sprained it this summer. The first appointment I made was with a nurse practitioner and it ended with a trip to the emergency room so the vascular technicians could perform an ultrasound on my leg and make sure there were no blood clots in it. I had to make another appointment with my pcp (primary care physician) for last Friday. Unfortunately - as I had secretly feared - my leg is in a little worse shape than I wanted to admit to myself and it now appears as if said leg will require surgery before the end of the year. As a result, I have to cut my travel plans short as I have several appointments with various doctors and the like in the next couple months. I am trying now to figure out where and when I can travel before I leave (on Friday). Most likely, I will just travel around the east coast and midwest and then spend the month of November in Michigan. The tough thing is I sub-letted my apartment to someone for the entirety of November, so I will have to figure out where I am going to stay. I really thought this is why people had 2 legs. | | Monday, July 24th, 2006 | | 6:15 pm |
I'm writing a book this week. I was planning on being in Portlad right now. Life is weird. Spending time in the garden this morning felt amazing. The library feels sterile and reminds me of sex. Or books. One of the two. Current Mood:  sleepy | | Wednesday, June 7th, 2006 | | 7:09 pm |
No Name Kitty
I recently told the orange ping pong ball joke on a teeter totter to a man named Homesless Dave (who is - oddly enough - a homeowner). I also discussed my newest injury + one argument for the assertion that the woman who claims to be my biological mother is not who she says she is. You can read about it here: www.homelessdave.com/totterhome.htm There is now one more cat living in our house than there was a week and a half ago. Jamie groundscored the cat from the apartment complex at her work and nobody can decide on a name. When she made fliers that said something to the effect of: "I found this cat and I really want to keep it - Call me if it's yours and you don't mind" she received a reply to the effect of: "Um, yeah, that was our cat you found. It bit our mother so we let it go. You can keep it if you want. God bless." "GOD BLESS" INDEED!!!! [insert evil laughter] ????????????????????????????????? | | Saturday, May 13th, 2006 | | 2:55 pm |
I've been outside for the past few hours working at the Ann Arbor Book Festival in the rain. My hands are very cold, so it's a little hard to type. Today is a really shitty day to have an outdoor book festival. The festival itself is kind of weird: I haven't seen any hippies or punks or dogs or weird drugs or loud bands all day, which seems kind of unusual in regards to most of the festivals I have been to. Last night I worked on an epic puppet show Carrie Morris and I are performing in June. It should be really incredible. It's based on a number of different epic legends, most notably the Icelandic Saga of the Volsungs. It is going to be BIG! HUGE! MONSTEROUS! EPIC! I promise. We worked int he graduate students art studio space behind the Produce Station. I had never been there before - the building is huge and amazing and really nice inside! After we worked on our story for a while, Keelan and Ashley and Kevin came and picked me up and we drove back to Ypsilanti so we could go and see Captured by Robots at the Elbow Room. Somehow, I ended up getting 4 or 5 hours of sleep and lots of cake in my hair. I really wish I was at a taco festival today. That would be really nicer. Current Mood:  cold | | Wednesday, April 12th, 2006 | | 8:50 am |
I HAVE A MUSTACHE TODAY
does this make me an uncle by default?? 'cause i feel more like a little league baseball coach ... Current Mood: warm (especially my upper lip)Current Music: airplanes and ducks | | Friday, April 7th, 2006 | | 5:05 pm |
woo hoo!
we're back! it feels good so tired though ... t\write more soon Current Mood: sleepy | | Tuesday, March 21st, 2006 | | 3:49 pm |
party on, dudes
Last night I went karaoke-ing at the Blind Pig. Katy Shay and I did "Magic Stick" but I was relatively sober (it's a well documented fact that sobriety is the karaoke death spell) and Katy was relatively drunk and I didn't hold up my end very well (at all). It was great to see a lot of people I hadn't seen lately - especially Lori W + Katy + Ryan + Gina and Angie (I only saw her for a second ... it was sort of like an apparition) + it was great to hang out with Michael and Sarah (who made us a wickedly radical journal with a dinosaur on it and a pencil-holder inside). But, in short, it was fun and nice and in an hour or so Jamie Z and I are going to catch a bus to Ann Arbor, where we will catch a bus to Jonesboro, Arkansas (we land there a little after noon tomorrow), from where we will hitchhike to Searcy the next day and then catch a ride to Little Rock so we can ride a bus to Fort Worth and meet Layne. From there, we will go to Austina and then Houston and then Alamogordo, New Mexico to meet up with Kevin and Katey. They are coming with us to Phoenix the next day and then to Mesa, where we are meeting up with Brad Watkins to record and then Layne, Jamie and I are going on to Los Angeles, where we will meet up with Justin Shay and Tara and all their posse. From there, Jamie and I are taking a 2-day busride to Northfield, MN, after which we will go to Chicago and then back to Ypsilanti, after which we will play some shows around here and Detroit. After that, I will go back to work at my boring job. Be excellent to each other. | | Wednesday, March 15th, 2006 | | 6:04 pm |
I'm sitting in the basement of Shaman Drum right now (using the only computer in the store without a firewall), waiting for the bus to come, and thinking to myself, "Damn, I wish the people who are at the reception upstairs would leave right now so I can eat delicious leftover wine and cheese and grapes and little things that might be cookies or crackers depending on the preference of the person eathing them." which reminds me: Damn, I wish the people who are at the reception upstairs would leave right now so I can eat delicious leftover wine and cheese and grapes and little things that might be cookies or crackers depending on the preference of the person eating them. it really is too bad that they don't serve wine and fancy cheese on the bus ... | | Monday, March 13th, 2006 | | 10:40 pm |
Dear LiveJournal, I am sorry I haven't written in so long. Actually, I'm not sorry so much as the cat on my lap wants to attack the text on the screen. Actually, I think the cat on my lap wants to attack me more. It seems that most of the time when I am operating on a computer I am at work at the bookstore and since the upper management at the store put a firewall on livejournal it seems I don't write like I should. But now I am on Penny's computer with a cat in my lap. I've been super busy lately. Commuting to and from work in combination with work itself seems to add up to a lot of hours, but in a week or a little more I am going on a trip to the southern states with Jamie Z to be on tour and meet up with our friend Layne and travel with her for a week or so and visit Justin Shay and my brother who is now stationed in Little Rock with his wife. I am also visiting my friend Kevin, who now lives on a military base in New Mexico with his friend Katey and her daughter. The cold Michigan winter is hard to avoid and seems to bring everything down but it felt so incredible yesterday to be outside! and today it felt so tired and boring to sit around all day and be bored and tired and at work. But now I am going to check on the water I started boiling before I began writing this. I don't want a repeat of the teapot incident. Chao + pajamas, Patrick | | Wednesday, December 14th, 2005 | | 5:49 pm |
the egg is a symbol of: (a) fertility (b) chocolate (c) spring-ility ???????????????????????????????????? | | Friday, December 2nd, 2005 | | 2:53 pm |
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Current Mood:  blank | | Tuesday, November 29th, 2005 | | 12:31 pm |
feel, feel, feelings
I've seen 2 people in the past 24 hours that I haven't seen in a long time and it felt very nice. Last night I hung out with Kiki and it was really incredible. I really love people that force me to interact with them and myself and who don't allow me to not be mindful of where I am and what I'm thinking and why I think the way I do about things. Sigh is also someone who is really nice to talk to. I just saw him at the bookstore. He is back in town. I wonder if he has my stripper pipe I loaned him the day before he left? I really don't care one way or the other, but that pipe helps to remind me why I will never be a nominee for the U.S. Supreme Court ... or allowed into Canada any time soon. I feel really nice today and yesterday, sans the 50% lockjaw that is slowing healing but still incredibly painful. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with my mouth (grinding teeth? rotten teeth? grinding, rotten teeth?) but I hope that it's one of those weird things that makes you want to chop your head off one week and then disappears the next. I finally feel like I am slowing down just a little bit and getting some perspective on what is important to me and what is bullshit and what is neither and/or either. The tour I recently went on was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Because when the camel broke, some weird green-ish ooze poured out that reminded me of rotten spaghetti, which in turn, reminded me of how easy it is to get caught up in other people's expectations and obligations and, in turn, get stuck going through motions and becoming apathetic and passionless with things that should be fun and rewarding. Last night I was trying to sleep and I couldn't as I was having some J.Z. DTs so I rode a wet bike to the aesthetically pleasing studio apartment that will be available in January to sublet for the low price of only $420 ;) and got my cuddle on. It was a really nice ride in the somewhat warm night and I kept looking for stars and comets and UFOs and ghosts but I only saw people leaving Powell's Pub and worms. That was nice too. Current Mood: worm-yCurrent Music: HIT 'EM UP | | Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 | | 12:58 pm |
new haircut
November has been quite a month for new haircuts for me. Now I have 2 red pig tails and the most wickedly angular rat tail ever. The perm is history. Current Mood: rat tail-yCurrent Music: Tupac | | Monday, November 21st, 2005 | | 11:17 am |
duty-free!
Last Thursday I was travelling on the east coast with Jason and Legs. We were supposed to play a show in Montreal that night. We were driving from Providence, Rhode Island and it seemed that we were going to try and enter our neighbor state to the north through Vermont. None of us had a passport or birth certificates, although we did have a car full of stuff - including drums and a guitar and merchandise and the remnants of 2 boxes of expired Twinkies and sleeping bags and clothes and some Clementine oranges. The person who set up the show has been living in Montreal for 3 years as a non-resident of Canada so we were instructed not to mention their name at the border. So when we reached the border we told the customs agent at the drive-up window that we were visiting Jason's friend Ryan [who never got a last name] in Montreal (we didn't get the necessary papers in advance so as to legally perform in Canada so we couldn't mention the fact that we were playing a show). They asked for proof of citizenship. We gave him our drivers licenses and my state ID card. The agent asked if we had passports or birth certificates. We all said no. The border agent said, "Park over there and take this piece of paper and give it to the people in the immigration office." So we did that. About one hour later, we left the immigration office without permission to enter Canada. It seems that if you have a misdemeanor conviction in America that is the equivalent of any number of crimes in Canada, you have to wait five years after your conviction and then apply to enter the country. Basically, you have to go to a website, download an application and mail it to a conuslate in Canada with some information from the court where you were arrested and apparently it helps to have 3 letters of reference from a clergyperson or a police officer or an "upstanding member of the community" or someone at the court saying that I am rehabilitated to include with the application. Regardless, after we were all asked a number of questions and then had to wait and then I had to go in the back and talk to a woman with a number of papers in her hand who asked me immediately, "Have you ever been arrested?" and after I explained that I had and after she asked me lots more questions and eventually told me that I wasn't allowed in her country she explained that they had to fill out a report on everyone that they deny entrance to Canada so we had to wait for a lot longer until they finally finished the report and I had to sign a form saying that I was not allowed in Canada and eventually after a LONG time and more questions (they searched Jason's Saturn and had questions about the instruments in the car), we were allowed to leave. Jason and Chris went and got the car while I had to exit the immigration office through a seperate area and then they picked me up and I took a form they gave me to give the U.S. customs officer at the booth. When we got to the window, I gave the U.S. border patrol agent my piece of paper and my ID and Jason and Chris' drivers licenses and the agent told us to pull over. Apparently, the U.S. wanted to write a report about why I wasn't allowed into Canada and also to ask me questions about why the Canadians didn't let me in. After waiting for a long time for we had no idea why, they asked Jason where he had parked. He showed them and an officer asked for his keys and they took his car into a garage where they searched it with a dog helper. After an uncomfortable amount of time, the officer who was searching the car came back into the room and asked who was riding in the front seat of the car. Apparently, she was curious why the dog helper was so excited after smelling the car. After we emptied our pockets we got to answer lots of questions about when the last time was we smoked "dope" was and what we planned to do with the pens and stickers in our pockets. Then we had our notes and address books searched while they said things like, "You can make this easy on yourselves and just tell us if you have any drugs in the car." Then they made us wait and wait and wait until they took Jason into a seperate room. A short time later he came back and explained that he had admitted to using the middle consul to store his stash in the past. This revelation made the border agents very happy because it confirmed that their dog helper was pulling his fair share and they could feed him a cookie. After they had searched the car some more and made us wait a while longer (while border agents secured the door so we wouldn't try and bolt) they finally let us leave. All in all, we probably spent the better part of 2 or 2 1/2 hours trying (unsuccessfully) to get into Canada and eventually (successfully) re-entering America. I was scared that I would have to live in the median between the two immigration offices and buy all of my groveries from the duty free shop. I wonder how long it would take before I got tired of eating playing cards and vodka for every meal? Probably years ... Current Mood: sleepy | | Wednesday, November 16th, 2005 | | 1:22 am |
I am in Queens right now, hanging out in Josie's apartment. I've been travelling with Chris and Jason for 4 days. We started the trip by watching the first 12 episodes of "Trapped in the Closet" by R Kelly on Friday night. Then we drove straight through the night and landed in Silver Spring, MD at 9 am on Saturday. Instead of sleeping before our show that day, I played Super Mario Bros. 3 & Tecmo Bowl until it was time to go to Mrs. Jones' house. Mrs. Jones is in her mid- to late-forties. She has a husband and two children and between 30 and 40 birds in her living room and a venue in her basement where local and touring bands play shows. She hosts the space so that kids in the DC area will have a place to go where there is no drugs or alcohol and there parents can feel good about the lack of the aforementioned substances. It was her birthday on Saturday so she had an 8-band self-described "blowout" in her basement with chips and cheese, Kool-Aid, soda, grapes, humus, carrots and Twinkies for everyone to eat. I was really tired (Mrs. Jones videotaped me sleeping through much of the band that followed Jason's set) but it was a lot of fun. Afterwards, we went out for jumbo slices before returning to Brandon's and playing more Nintendo video games. I actually had a hard time sleeping that night as I kept coughing and feeling very sick and Jason was snoring and coughing and I felt kind of wired. The next day we drove to Easton, Pennsylvania where our show was scheduled to occur. The show was moved to Phillipsburg, New Jersey after some problems with the bookstore where it was originally scheuled to be held. We ended up playing on a rock 60 feet above the Delaware River. That night we drove to the Poconos and spent the night recording music (I drank some Nyquil and ended up passing out in the middle of recording drum trakcs for a song - I awoke still holding a shaker). The next morning we visited a Menonite camp, complete with a tree house that strongly resembled a spaceship! We had a nice smoke there and then we drove past a forest fire, still in the somewhat early stages of development. It was right next to the road and about 100 feet long. We got out og the car and contempltaed trying to put it out ourselves after we figured it was not a controlled burn (due to the fact that there was nobody there controlling or monitoring the blaze) we drove to a friend of our friend Tom's [it should be noted that Tom's friend built his house by hand and pulled it out of the mud after it slid down a hill during some kind of stormy weather]. He called the local fire dept. and eventually, 911. After we had a smoke with Tom's friend and his wife we drove past the fire and saw offical people tending to it and felt better. That afternoon we drove to Philadelphia where we ate pizza and drank a couple beers before we found out that the show we were going to play wasn't happening on account of nobody showing up to watch us play (due in part to lack of advertisement). We spent the night watching a really bad movie called "Anchorman" and various episodes from the second season of "Kids in the Hall." This morning we drove to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, decided to drive to New York instead of going in (it costs $18). We drove to Brooklyn, walked around for a bit, and then drove to Ben T's house to borrow some miniature bongs for the show we played tonight. After we left Ben's house, we realized that Jason's car wasn't wanting to start. This remains the case. We carried our stuff on the subway and rode the train to the show after taking it to Manhattan to meet up with Josie. The show was at St. Helens Cafe. Some people showed up, including Kelly Szott and Katie Linden and some other folks I hoped would show and it was nice to see them. I didn't see some of the other folks I invited to come to the show, but hopefully I can come back to New York some time soon when I have more time. After our show, we went to a bar where they give you a free pizza when you order a beer. Not a slice of pizza, but a whole small pizza! There was an open mic happening there and Jason and Kelly and I performed a song and then Kelly and I played a song and then I sang a few songs. It was a lot of fun! and I made a new friend/fan who did some "stream of consciousness" ranting after a few other folks played. It was pretty wild. Now we are back in Queens and the car we have been travelling with is in Brooklyn. We are supposed to drive to Providence tomorrow to play a show so hopefully the car will start feeling better before then! I hope everyone is feeling gravy! Anything less would be plain old mashed potatos!! xoxo Current Mood: tiredCurrent Music: "I don't know karate but I know krazy!" | | Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 | | 1:12 pm |
I think I may very well have strep throat as I am experiencing all the symptoms I experienced the last time I had strep throat. Last night I could hardly sleep because I was crying & having a migraine every time I tried to swallow and I really felt like chopping my own head off was a viable alternative to living with the pain. Today I am work presumably because I need the money and I was going to try and get some stuff done for an upcoming tour I am leaving for on Friday. I will be gone for 9 days on the east coast and into Canada and it should be a nice, fun time. I have finished recording a new album that I will have rough promotional CDr copies of with me on the tour, provided I bust some ass and get those finished this week. Truth be known, yesterday was kind of incredible -- I took the day off and walked with recently-unemployed Kevin in the park and made macaroni and cheese and watched movies ("Dead Man" and "The Man With One Red Shoe"). These are all things (sans the macaroni) that I usually feel like I don't have time to do, so it was nice to relaz and feel laxy. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. There is a secret part of me that wishes that I was so sick I couldn't go on tour and I was forced to sit around for 9 days and watch more old Tom Hanks movies (specifically "Joe vs. The Volcano") and eat lots of ice cream & marijuana. That would be nice. Current Mood: germ-yCurrent Music: sounds and noises | | Thursday, November 3rd, 2005 | | 5:42 pm |
The past week has been non-stop action playing shows and making a haunted house and working and recording every night and gaining and losing weight and freaking out and sleeping very little. It has really caught up with me the past few days, especially today when I walked around in a vegetative/zombie state constantly running into people I haven't seen in quite a while and feeling so confused and as if I was about to fall asleep standing up at any second and whenever more than 1 person tried to talk to me at any given time I started to feel my head spinnning and I ate a sandwich. I can't wait until I learn how to say no to people and shirk my obligations and live in a tree. It will be nice. | | Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005 | | 4:53 pm |
| | Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 | | 10:11 am |
I have a perm now. I didn't have one 24 hours ago. Current Mood: perm-y |
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