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Part 2

Gabcast! tom #3

my new audio track...

for every video i ever make. It's a little long, but this is easily the best vacation footage we've ever taken (which says more about our vacation footage then the actual clip).

Some Recent Research

I took this down. I think it's screwing with the site loading.

Death of A Lady's Man, Part One

Gabcast! tom #2

tom #1

Gabcast! tom #1

For Me Though these Moments Occurred in Waynesboro Tastee Freeze's

I saw the following in a review of a Sun Kil Moon album, and damn if it isn't so true:
"With his early '90s band, the Red House Painters, San Francisco's Mark Kozelek struck a chord of disquiet and bohemian poignancy that made that band the darling of the scribbling-poems-to-the-pretty-barista-who-will-never-know-my-name set."

Casper the Friendly Ghost Claymation

Worth 40 seconds of your time.

Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's Eve with Special Guests Lou Reed and Daniel Johnston

Gift giving and the strange victory.

HERE.

Tadpole's further adventures...

this should really have some music playing underneath...

a sideshow.

part c:

More Worth Listening To

Finally Someone Tells A RightWing Moron That He's A Moron

I've been watching Chris for over 8 years, and it's evident over the past couple years that he's grown tired of having his show used as a bullshit mouthpiece. He's becoming more and more worth watching.

William Eggleston

I never knew William Eggleston until this past weekend when I was moving a friend out of his house, 3 years post my own lethargic withdrawal from "the way things seem to have become around here; excuse the mess." Flipping through some of my friend's photography books, this one picture leapt out at me.

His most famous photograph, entitled Greenwood, Mississippi, 1973, but always referred to as The Red Ceiling, is of a bare light bulb from a crimson ceiling, three white cables snaking across the glossy surface like arteries. It is taken from an angle that suggests he may have stood on a chair, or simply held the camera above his head. In its apparent casualness, it is emblematic of Eggleston's art, being both ordinary and loaded with meaning, utterly simple and yet endlessly complex.

Who is this man?

All In A Day's Work

The Bear's Den

Ascent

Switchbacks? We don't need any stinking switchbacks...
The rollercoaster always provides 10 square feet of rock per sq. ft of soil

Is it really dated to think of Michael Stipe singing "flowers of Guatemala"? I still hum it now and then.

On the Roller Coaster Again (Again)

On the Rollercoaster Again

Birthday Wishes From the Jessica Tandy Society For Octagenarian Erotica

Down Colorful Hill

Something beautiful or colorful about a hill.

Dream #35301 Part 2

It was really a very sunny beautiful day by the time I noticed I was there. I stood in the middle of a green field of low cut grass. To my right, and about 200 feet in front of me, were some trees and a tranquil creek bed. There was a large, white building sitting so that it began on my side of the creek bed and crossed over the stream so that the water ran under it. On the other side of the creek the building jutted into the woods and from where I was standing I couldn't tell how deep into the woods it protruded. On my side of the building and creek were a set of concrete stairs with a black metal pipe railing that led up to a locked door.

There was a low mechanical hum coming from somewhere so that it seemed to emanate from the soil where I stood. To my left were some picnic tables, immediately on the other side of which was a grassy hill that slowly sloped up about 50 feet. At the top of the hill stood some sort of complex, buildings and walkways with a tall fence around it, and telephone poles atop which were huge loud speakers that reminded me of the cover of Depeche Mode's "Music For the Masses". People were milling about behind the fence, going about Business, moving from one building to another. Only every once in a while did the loudspeakers squawk something made indecipherable by the echoes against the building. The predominant noise was the pervasive, ominous hum coming from. . .somewhere? Like some large, hidden piece of machinery that I had no desire to discover or understand.

So here I was standing. Some coworkers of mine were sitting at the closest picnic table, not with grim faces but with faces well worn with unease, and I made my way over to them. Our discussion was awkward. No one complained but everyone was unhappy. We understood that while we were outside the fence, we were not free to talk without concern. When we did talk we tried to speak low enough so as not to be heard over the humming. A few people were eating their lunch; I remember rippled potato chips.

After some time I understood I was to get back to work and so I walked across the field to the large white building and climbed the steps to the door. I pressed a button on the intercom next to the knob and after a second came the loud bang of the door lock releasing and I went inside. In front of me were prison cells, at least 20 people in each, bars around which was a wire mesh cage so that no one could reach their arms through, and metal bunk beds inside. To my left was a short flight of stairs to another locked door. A couple of guards passed me to ascend the stairs when a loud alarm began to sound, a one second pause between each signal. Half way up the stairs, the guards turned around and looked at me and ordered me to the top to the door. The inmates began to get excited and began banging on the walls. I felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline and panic that almost paralyzed me as the guards continued to yell at me to come to the door. I started to scramble as best I could when, at about 1/2 way up, someone grabbed my leg and began to yank me back down. The inmates had made it out of their cells. One of the guards rushed down the stairs and cracked the man who was pulling on me in the head with a nightstick, knocking him out. At the top of the stairs he began to radio for the door to be unlocked, which it was, and we closed it behind us and locked it manually. I remember thinking, "Why did I come here?" just before waking up.

Last Year

Sometimes I say to myself, "What were we up to a year ago?". And then I'm like, "Let's take a look at last April and last May."

Expansionism (Unfolding Saga, Pt. 10)

["Oh, I don't know, I'm a little worried," she said setting her fork down, pointedly, on her plate next to the key lime pie, and then sat against the backrest of the booth with that way about her that made you feel as though she thought she had to justify her position.

"Worried about what?"

"Worried that I can be anyone I want to anybody. That I can be so good at knowing what people want from me, and then be it."

"That's not necessarily such a bad thing. You'll see. It's how you use it. I mean, you wouldn't want to not be true to yourself or to forget who you are but I think that, knowing who you are being the key to it all, it can be pretty great. You're gonna be just fine."

"I definitely know who I am but it feels empty to just give people what they want."

"Not if you're doing it from a place where you still keep and know who you are. I think I spent a long time doing what other people wanted, obeying the rules and behaving myself, and I spent a good portion separating 'doing for others' and 'doing for myself'. I took care of my parents, in a way, and at the same time, when I was done doing that, then there was the time for me; my time to do what I wanted, to do things my way. But those were always separate, you know? It took me a long time to realize that I kept those things separate. Now I don't mind so much, giving to others when I can. Even better, and this is what I'm getting at, is giving to others in a way that incorporates myself. It's sort of what you were talking about earlier about doing things with that feeling of purposefulness, or doing things with purpose, I guess. When you can. . .and I can't do it all the time. . .when I'm doing things with intention, is when I'm most happy. When you find yourself getting that empty feeling, as though you're just performing a job and saving your time for later, then it's time to pay attention. . .and stop for a minute when you're feeling empty and think about what you're doing."

She sat there for a moment and then sat up and picked up her fork and took a bite of her key lime pie and sat back again against the backrest of the booth, chewing, and when she finished she said, "You and I need to be careful not to just 'do' for each other, Kevin. We really do. If we're both so good at giving people what they want then we need to watch out that we don't do that to each other."

"There are so many very good reasons for both of us to be careful with each other, and that is certainly one of them."

"I lied to get you to hang out with me. I can't believe I'm sitting here telling you that I lied. Well, I didn't really lie but I found a reason to call you, and it was a reason that I didn't really have," she said, explaining what was obvious to me; something which she somehow hadn't thought would be obvious to me. "There was this one guy," she said, "who was interested in me, and I was interested in him, briefly. We sort of dated and then I stopped liking him. We lost touch and a couple of years later one of his friends told me that the guy was completely destroyed over it. I had no idea."

"Is that what you're worried about?"

"I'm worried that all I know is how not to have a relationship. But that first beginning of things? That is what I live for. It's really kind of pathetic."

"I don't know. I wouldn't worry too much about it," I said. "You'll see. Everything turns out just fine in the end, I promise," I said nodding my head to her. "Besides, we're just sitting here drinking coffee and sharing dessert."]

Tindersticks

Superb Live has got a full Tindersticks show available for download and it's great! Only thing is, you've got to download each song individually from one of those online storage sites. But if you've got the patience and the time to download each one, it's worth it.