anthillz

Send me an email if you go to DePaul and are in any decent sounding classes. I need classes.

Uh oh, stalemate in an unwinnable war.
If you’re one of those dicks who is mad because the internet makes it easier for people to get into good music not only are you an elitist but you’re an asshole.
Happy birthday MC Hammer.
I just feel like sleeping for a while. Maybe when I wake up the world won’t suck.
I had to tell everyone that you had drowned.

Here is my attempt at an actual update from this week.
Soundtrack:
Dylan, Magnetic Fields, Creedence, specifically Fortunate Son which is the most appropriate song ever written for this moment in history. Amazing.

Stuff worth going for alone:
Central Park.
Matthew Barney at the Guggenheim.

True New York stereotypes:
Anything in a Woody Allen movie.
Dirty as fuck. Not noticed until my return.
High culture. True that.
Hot dogs on the street.
The many dogs/one dog walker thing in Central Park thing.
The teenage runaway thing (see: Spotted People).
Home Alone II: it happened to me!
So much eurotrash.
So many jews. That sounds condescending, it’s not, there are just lot’s of jews. The eurotrash part was supposed to be condescending.
Crazy people on the subway.
The Sex in the City chicks, or at least groups of four women talking about sex are everywhere.
The peep shows thing. Yeah, they’re nice, it’s true.
Graffiti. Yup.
Gabriel from David Cross’ standup routine. If you don’t know I’m not going to get into it.

Untrue New York stereotypes:
They’re mean. Nobody was mean to me, although I think a lot of people just thought I’m from New York since I’m so fucking cool. I gave bad directions though.
They’re really cool. Not true unless I’m a bad judge of this. They do like designer shit there though. That’s all they’ve got I think.
The crying firefighter. Maybe they cry when they’re feeling emotional I thought they cry all the time though.
The city that never sleeps. I’m calling bullshit on this one, just because you leave your lights on doesn’t mean you’re awake.

Spotted People:
A fucking wizard.
That guy playing his guitar in his underwear in Times Square.
A guy in a bow tie with about 6 lady friends dropping more names than the Vietnam Memorial (See photos).
A teenage runaway who was cryogenically frozen somewhere around 1989 and re-emerged in Greenwich Village on March 22, 2003.

Things that Chicago has that New York does not:
Alleys.
Dumpsters.
Cheap beer.
Old Style.

Things that New York has that Chicago does not:
Famous people.
Famous places. I’m talking like every fucking block.
Giant hideous billboards.
My favorite not modern painting.

People I wanted to accidently run into but didn’t as far as I know:
Any member of the Wu-Tang Clan.
Stephin Merritt.
Puff Daddy.

Why I’ll never live in New York:
Paranoia, anxiety attacks. Not from terrorism shit, unexplained.

Some things I did:
Protested the war.
Hippy dance party in Washington Square Park.
Fifteen fucking dollar margaritas.
Times Square.
Saw all the buildings and crap.
Walked down all those streets and crap.
Went in all those museums and gift shops.
Except Natural History because that day I wasn’t feeling like paying a quarter for a ticket that is a suggested too much money for stuffed animals and crap.
Or MOMA but that is in Queens temporarily which sucks.
Joan of Arc and Pinback.
Woke up before everyone once.
Rode the subway.
Shopped with money I don’t have so didn’t spend.
Got a custom BLING hat.
Sent mail.
Lost Molly and got scared because a creepy guy in a leather jacket that said AMERICA had just been really weird to us.
Talked to some Europeans.
Forgot my keys once.
Took the full tour at the Guggenheim.
Got talked down to by some model/bartender chick.
Smelled bad.
Ate only hotdogs and donuts for a day.
Slept on a rock in Central Park.
Rode a train till my ass hurt.
Got the fuck out of Chicago.
10 thousand other more specific moments that may return to memory in the form of a story or something else that I’m already sick of telling.

Will I return?:
Yes.

Last few hours in New York, maybe I’ll write down some junk on the 22 hour train ride back. Best trip ever.

1:55 to post, NY=fun, global as fuck, right on, huge, I miss everybody, I am almost out of money, I spent 4 dollars yesterday, I am a tourist, today is museum day, more stories later.

I’m leaving for New York in an hour.
I’m all packed and stuff. No soap.
Lake Shore Drive has been shut down by protesters. I love them.
If I get blown up or chemicaled or biologicaled or something at least you’ll have a good story.
Like I knew this dead kid.
Peace out. For real.

For some reason taking human sexuality finals get me in the mood.
Breakfast is the best meal of the day, especially if you’ve already been up and starving for a bit.
Going to sleep after you eat breakfast is also great.
I just read a bunch of LiveJournals and I can only think of what I did today. Fuck that. Who cares?
School’s out.
Also, we got the house back for next year.

.tuo desserts

PE Prom was last night.
People came.
People I didn’t know came.
People I didn’t know came and danced their asses off.
The music was, as Matt and I might say while we were making the mix, undeniable.
We had a fog machine.
We danced to the Rapture on a stage.
Rumors of Unchained Melody being followed up by Ass N’ Titties are true.
Dancing by myself for the first hour while nobody else was there was pretty fun.
Best song that nobody heard: Technotronic - Pump Up The Jam.
Three man train.
Travis and I slow dancing while the first batch of strangers came in and we were the closest to the door: Awkward!
Some high school kids showed up and danced their asses off too. Respect.
I’ll post pictures.

I am a leaf in a stream.
Every ripple I shake from is caused by a rock beneath the surface. I am not making my own path. I can’t know where I will be.
The water is warm and I think I’m facing the sky. Do leaves have a top? I think they do.
I am confident that no matter where the river might leave me it will continue to flow.
Birds chirp, etc.
This is all far too metaphorical for what I’m trying to say. Ask me about it.