anthillz

When you play in the snow you completely revert to the age of 7. I’m twenty years old, yet I threw a girl down and pushed snow in her face. And I threw snowballs at kids that didn’t want to play. Being 7 rules.

Some new videos..
Star Guitar, by the Chemical Brothers. I love trains so you know this is top notch for me.
The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist. You’re a nut! You’re crazy in the coconut! No more explanation needed.
Thursday on mtv? Strange, what kind of strings are Victory Records pulling these days? Good song though.
Ah damn. Alison makes me want to give up already. Everything, that is.. It’s too late to email or anything, I’ve been going to that site so long now I’m just a stalker. Creepy. I’ll just keep linking and stalking.
In other music news, Dan the Automator is producing Beck’s new cd. Actually Dan the Automator should work with everyone in the world. I would be a happy camper.

snow!

get a haircut hippy!

I joined two new webrings this week, and I just got an email from Jish, the guy that runs webloggers with a good idea.
Meet my neighbors:
Chicago blogs, left: Miss Ellen. A very cool girl, who happens to be the reason I’m on this webring, and interestingly in her latest post did the exact same thing as I’m doing now.
Chicago blogs, right: Mickey.
Webloggers, left: Erin.
Webloggers, right: apparently nothing.. I don’t know what’s up with that.. Oh well.

“Punk rock is like.. in the early 80’s, in New York, these people that like hated themselves, they made this music, like you know those a’s in the circles? Well like the Sex Pistols, in New York.. You know.” -Girl in my sociology class explaining what punk rock is. That class would be fun, as it is discussion oriented, if only the people in my class weren’t all idiots. Two of my friends are in the class, plus two or three other people tops who aren’t stupid. Something about intro to sociology that just attracts morons.
On another note, I think it kicks ass that the Ramones, Afrika Bambataa and Kraftwerk all made music around the same time.

Read Culture Jam. I’m only about two parts into it and it’s already one of the best things I’ve ever read. It is well written but that’s not why it’s good. I’m angry, and until today, I couldn’t put my finger on why. I’m cynical, and I’m sick of it. I want to change things but I couldn’t figure out how. It’s a start.

Weekend Wrap-Up:
Friday
Depressed, told a few people I wasn’t doing anything, friends realize that I’m just being a lame come over anyway, Elmhurst friends do not get along with DePaul friends. An untimely comment about rape is usually not a good first impression. I drank.
Later that night we head to Taco Burrito Express for some alcohol absorbing burritos y french fries. Neil happens to have a harmonica on him and plays a few notes. Someone else in Express has a harmonica on them and happens to be a harmonica virtuoso and starts a harmonica duel with Neil. Neil lost pretty quickly and the guy went into a great blues song. “I had a woman.. Didn’t treat me right..” etc. After this song an African American woman enjoying some mexican food stood up and joined him for a rousing blues gospel song. The employees seemed to be enjoying themselves and everyone in the restaurant was really into it. Clappin and stompin. Basically a free concert. It made my night.
Saturday
Arcera.org skate session. Amazing. I’m very sore still. I have to remember to bring my deck back here next time I go home.
My friend is supposed to be djing a “drama party” which means chances for lame kids is high. We show up with a busload of about 12 kids and this is the lamest party I’ve ever seen. The friends that I came with effectively doubled the size of the party, there was no beer, they only had finger food, they were fucking around with my friend who was supposed to be djing, they got insulted easily, I didn’t know any of them, it was lame. Jon and Gene were making directorial comments such as “And.. Scene” and Jon even told a girl he was “Looking through” her. Which if someone told me I would laugh, but she was pissed off. Apperantly nobody looks through her in her own damn house. Always tension.
We ended up leaving after about five minutes and headed over to another party that someone on the bus told us about. I don’t usually just go to parties I hear about riding on the bus but James was going to show up and everyone loves james so we went for it. And James wasn’t there, but the party kicked ass. The guys that lived there had an apartment that came with a free bar downstairs. That’s just asking for kickass parties. Two really good bands played on a stage that they had built, it was cheap and fun. Probably the reason that they got a free bar with their apartment is that it is in a really bad neighborhood that is a couple of block walk from any public transportation. We got a nice group together and walked back to the train. All night we barely had to wait for buses or trains to show up, we were very lucky with transfers and trains showing up just as we got to the stops.
We went to Clark’s and had some good eats. Morgan has a nice voice and sang to us back at my place. Went to sleep as the sun came up.

Order of worries for the past week: the computer broke, she got hurt, she got in a fight and moved out, she got hurt bad or is sick in the hospital, she died, she lives with someone else. I haven’t talked to Heather in a long time. Reason says none of it is true, but for the first time in my life I have been legitimately worried. I never worry about things. I guess that says something.

I have gotten into the bad habit of not eating any dinner until like 6.
Heather seems to have dropped off the face of the planet. Likely just not missing me.
If ever you are in my position, do NOT, under any circumstances listen to the Smoking Popes. Oh my god.

You know what I hate? Shaving. I think those taliban fuckers are on to something with their beard growing traditions maybe. I’m going to order some epil stop. Fuck yeah. That stuff is going all over my body. What’s wierd is that i never grew chest hair, it all came out on my stomach. True story.
Some facts:
Insomniac with Dave Attell is a good show. It was in Chicago last night. Basically he gets drunk and makes fun of other drunk people.
I don’t have a job. I don’t care.
Winter sucks. Even when it’s not that cold, it is clearly the crappiest season. Lack of sunlight, dry skin, static electricity, wind, depression whatever. All winter. Fuck winter.
Swearing rules though.