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Here are some rather interesting documents. I wonder what they are for?
US Constitution
Geneva Conventions
Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court (immune or not)
“Col. David Hogg, commander of the 2nd Brigade of the 4th Infantry Division, said tougher methods are being used to gather the intelligence. On Wednesday night, he said, his troops picked up the wife and daughter of an Iraqi lieutenant general. They left a note: “If you want your family released, turn yourself in.” Such tactics are justified, he said, because, “It’s an intelligence operation with detainees, and these people have info.” They would have been released in due course, he added later.” Whoa.

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Paranoid vision: Gardenwalk is making me tense. Pinkeye is making me itchy. Anyway, the vision: capitalist, yuppie, climber, rich, cleanish, lame lincoln park bastard listening loudly to music played by capitalist, yuppie, climber, rich, cleanish, rock and roll bastards, and yes, i’m talking about Queen, Van Halen and other such guitar-solo ripping lames. Then me listening to music written by the people as disaffected as I feel. Two different cultures! They don’t mingle!
Here is some fiction based on the Gardenwalk:
“So dude, I was way smashed, hanging off my porch, chuggin a bud, just wearin my birkenstocks, and I’m like yelling on my phone, yeah sort of like right now, right, yeah, oh man, but anyway, so I’m…huh? Yeah, I was at the gardenwalk…I don’t know, networking and partying and stuff…OK, yeah I’m like totally smashed. Anyway, so this one time, I was shitfaced you know, I’m sure you’ve been there, and I’m just sooo drunk, and like I was drinking before this you know…Yeah, drunk. And I’m on the phone right, and I’m telling some fucking stupid ass story about how drunk I was and get this…This dude walks by! And hears me telling my fucking stupid ass story. It was out of control.”
A few ungardenwalk observations:
I can’t write with a TV on.
After you watch a Stanley Kubrick film all TV looks like an infomercial.
Siddhartha is a great book. Somehow answering several unanswered questions but still arguing itself out of purposefulness in the process. Nirvana in words and stuff.
The Life Aquatic.

I need to learn another language. Like german.
Achtung!

I was a bum for a long time because I thought I had a job and didn’t then I got one but I’m still a bum because I haven’t started yet, christ, I should at least have a tan don’t you think? I have read a lot of great stuff and seen a ton of movies that I’ve been meaning to watch, made a magazine that’s getting printed soon, kept shit on point, whatever I could think of to not feel like a bum, but I still do. I’m working on building a travel bag just to always have with me, I don’t know why I didn’t do this years ago. Paper pad, pen, books, camera, ipod, toothbrush, sunglasses, t-shirt. I designed a t-shirt also, Bob will be selling it soon, so buy it.

The Adventures of Pete and Pete - for the doubters.

It’s a damn good day for a bike ride.
Other things to do today:
Eat Spaghetti-o’s.
Set up internet connection.
Watch 400 Blows with commentary on.
50 sit ups, 25 push ups.
Fortify position.
Read Death in Venice.
Reprint short stories for Lift.
Write a letter from the editor.
Get the led out.
Learn to raise left eyebrow.

No links in a long while, so now that I have time to surf, here we go.
Stencil Revolution. Pretty cool stuff, but also leads me to believe that this type stuff is getting played out, but makes me want to do it anyway. These kids are in love with banksy.
The crew that did all the sick typography for Fischerspooner.
Eduardo Recife updated Misprinted Type. I wish I could rip this guy off. The king of dirt.
Clandestina is off the chain! Check out Colors for drawing, Trips for photography and Dreams for more dope stuff. Tons of content.

Q: What am I?
A: Conscious.
Q: What is conscious?
A: Moral, aware, thoughtful, conniving, philosophising, artistic, pushing, thoughtful, capable, worthy, sensetive, virulent.
Q: What is that sound?
A: Breathing.
Q: For what reason?
A: For living.
Q: What is living?
A: Living is breathing. Living is the hearbeat.
Q: What is life?
A: Life is listening. Life is hearing the heartbeat of others.
Q: Where am I?
A: Atop a peak in the range of time, in the suburbs, a basement.
Q: What is time?
A: A combination of past, present and future, a way to explain away mountain ranges, a mythology of perception.
Q: What is perception?
A: Interpretation of my senses, insight.
Q: Why live to not row through flows downstream, to not dip the rudder?
A: Why not?
Q: Why labor paddling upstream?
A: Why not?
Q: Why sweat?
A: To cool the skin.
Q: Why beat?
A: To deliver the necessities.
Q: What is loneliness?
A: Lacking in the need for others.
Q: Where are they?
A: Lacking in the need for you.
Q: Do they remember me?
A: Do you care?
Q: Do they look back and wish they knew me?
A: Yes.
Q: Doesn’t contemplating the past always cause yearning?
A: Yes.
Q: What should I do about it?
A: Stop climbing backwards, stop admiring only what you have already ascended alone, stop seeking the familiar.
Q: What is this obsession with the past?
A: A desire to better understand the present.
Q: Why the hang up on aesthetics?
A: Surround yourself with beauty.
Q: This is a little bit self-aggrendizing isn’t it?
A: Yes. The very definition of conceit.
Q: Will things always be this good?
A: No.
Q: Why not?
A: It’s implausable.
Q: Is my luck running out?
A: Your odds are getting thinner, sleep now or forever hold your peace.