“you’re letting the terrorists win!”

i live in my friend B’s basement. it’s not as weird as it sounds; he’s about a decade older than me, i’ve known him for ten or so years, and the basement’s actually furnished into a complete apartment- bedroom, kitchen w/stove, sink, etc., bathroom, living room, etc. and i pay him rent so i’m definitely not mooching.

occasionally we’ll talk about politics. well, he’ll talk about them. i prefer not to because it usually only ends in argument or judgment, etc. because people seem to think that your character should be entirely based upon your ideas of political guidance and so forth.

well, over the past two days it really hit the fan.

“…i found a fox who was caught by dogs…”

(“Hounds of Love” – Kate Bush)

i’ve always felt so-so about the Futureheads. they had that dime-a-dozen britpop post-punk sound to them. while i generally do enjoy those sort of artists, they can grow a bit tiresome when they all begin to sound like one another.

enter the Futureheads’ cover of Kate Bush’s “Hounds of Love”..

i’m a mediocre Kate Bush fan. i’m not about to skin people alive for tickets to one of her concerts, but i am able to listen to her for quite a while if i’m in a certain mood.

that all being said, this cover gripped me.

there is a rather cute music video on youtube here, as well as the original. i prefer the former. there’s urgency and confession there. the new context of the lyrics is something i can relate to well, i think.

lyrics:

full moon

it’s a full moon, again. i can feel it happening- the fur growing, the fangs extending, the eyes turning to slits.

a long, loud, sweet howl escapes my lips (over the tongue, through the gums- watch out, woman, here i come) and i am arching my back in the pale moonlight of photos.

snot faucet

my allergies are kicking my ass.

oops

so much for my goal of posting at least once a day. i missed yesterday.

it’s a sick, sad world when we decide between paying rent and eating

i noticed that Last.fm is hiring.

i can has employment?

i need a job.

“…my dreams; it’s never quite as it seems…”

(“Dreams” – The Cranberries)

i’ve been having these strange, extremely vivid dreams as of late.

fluorescent neon buzz

the volume only goes so high but it gets drowned out by the clickBUZZZZhmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnclickhmmmmmmnnnnnnnn of the light above the stove and that can’t be healthy for me or my electric bill or the environment although supposedly fluorescent lights are very clean and not very dirty dirty boy, sit in the corner. but what did i DO you didn’t do anything, that’s the problem but how can i do something wrong if i didn’t do anything. i’m on autopilot, i fear; the planes come soaring like sick strawberry fields and sugarbombing me with hunger in the middle of the morning before i’d prefer to wake up dead alone stone-cold and my bed although warm is lonely and nothing can warm the cold heart except love and what can love you when you are not loved? what can you hide so deep that is not able to be seen or heard or felt by strangers and lovers alike, chefs take your heart to town and serve it up on a platter “look at MY masterpiece! nevermind the one it came from, i was the one that served it to you!” so who do we thank for a good steak- the one who grills or the one who grew? i must begin to plant gravemarkers for cattle and lay flowers in thanks like my Lenape ancestors. i am not vegan or vegetarian, but who says you shouldn’t thank your food? we take so many things for granted- for some people, their cattle is their life. this is beginning to look like filler lorem ipsum lorem ipsum lorem is some kind of mess but OH NO i broke the fourth wall, the fourth wall between you and i and i know it’s all a joke; that’s why i’m simply mad and off my rocker, you see, it’s because it’s all a joke. sanity is in the eye of the beholder- there is no beholder, everyone is insane- straightjackets are quite a friend indeed in need and that is why i will not take sugar in my tea or in my hand or in my words because i’m sweet enough already; i need salt and i need light and i need earth because i’m losing ground and i’m fighting but you can’t win! not with that attitude young man back in the corner and i’m sorry, no more wire hangers i promise. will true love find me in the end or will i end up cold and alone like i wake every morning, will i have faith or will i keep being stuck in the same old rut of annoyance, who knows. the light above my oven isn’t saying anything except humming along his own beeswax. i wasted so many hours the past few days doing who knows what and i am a waste and i cannot find a job because i’m either overqualified or underqualified or it’s customer service and customer service will kill you- that’s how i know i’m not suicidal, i refuse to take a job of customer service. the customer is NOT always right and they deserve to know that, i will not bend over and grab my ankles “yes sir! why don’t you use that streetlamp, i’m sure that’d be much more painful” no way, not me, i want to fix people- it’s how we’ll fix other problems- and you can’t fix people by lying to them and telling them they’re right when they aren’t or let you walk all over you. “you corrected a customer? GET IN THE CORNER” yessir massa’ johnson, oh, i sorry, i never gon’ do it ‘gain massa’, please don’t whip me. and all the light has to offer is clickbuzzhmmmmmmNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

why i hate school

“Please identify and describe the four components of GDP and answer the following question, making sure to demonstrate how you arrived at your solution. If GDP is $100 billion, consumption is $60 billion, investment is $30 billion, and net exports are –$5 billion, what is government spending in this economy?”

i won’t make that poor of a husband.. right?

The Wall Street Journal Blog had an interesting post: Love & Money- Nine Questions Partners Should Ask Each Other Before Getting Married

in the interest of any fine young lay-deez reading my blog and interested in marrying me, i’ll do you a favor and give you the lowdown. (also, this should serve enough to scare off golddiggers)

why i can’t not blog anymore

i haven’t blogged for a while (not counting my wordpress at www.notebookarmy.org/blog).

mostly, it’s because i feel that 90% of blogs out there are nothing but petty and trite.

once in a while, however, i come across a well-thought-out, intelligent, thought-provoking post or blog. and then i get to itching to write.

so in short, i’m going to try to write an entry at least once a day. hopefully it’ll help me cathartize.