we’re playing first, by the way.

so, let me elaborate. i feel like i’ve been sitting around for weeks on end, with nothing to say, nothing to write, nothing to feel. it’s not one of those voids, however, that is an emptiness, but it is still damn frustrating. i sit down, to write, or to sing a song, and i can only write the same old things, or sing the same old songs. it’s annoying. i don’t like feeling uninspired. maybe it’s school sucking the life out of me. some [japanese] artists believed that they are a limited well of artistry, kurosawa, for example tried to kill himself nearing the end of his career, because he felt his films lacked the vitality that his earlier films had. more about him, here and here. i don’t think that’s happening, i’m really just not in a good mood right now, and kind of nervous about saturday. but really, i’m using hyperbole. nothing is ever as bad as it seems to be, it’s just that warping of telephone wires and fiber optics, that free air between your face and the crt, those pixels that distort your world from mine.

and sometimes i get a little frustrated with that inarticulateness of writing and the dissociation that plagues it. i suppose that writing is an attempt at effacing this dissociation. that brings us all back to the recurring questioning of why we have weblogs. i have to look back at the first day i wrote in this to remember.

[news flash: well, my sister just called me from l.a., and told me she just had a conversation with anthony kiedis (of Point Break fame*) at some restaurant down there about carrot cake (and the restaurant's lack of it). how many famous people have you met?

i met redd foxx once in las vegas when i was (roughly) 12. or maybe i was 10. sometime between the age of 7 and 13. i did meet him, though. i remember that, and i remember him saying "a picture is worth a thousand words" and handing us a postcard of him with his face on it. i don't even think he signed it, he was busy gambling. it was cool, anyway. he's cool.]

brandon comes in on sunday, perhaps he’ll inspire me to do something. better yet, maybe he’ll post something here that is wittier than the banal banter i’ve been providing you kind folks.

i drove around town today. the new red house painters almost made me cry.

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