Concerts, Spring ‘07

2/17 (sat): Apples in Stereo, Paradise Rock Club
2/26 (mon): Sparklehorse, Paradise Rock Club
3/1 (thurs): TV on the Radio, Lupos
3/10 (sat): Clinic, Middle East downstairs
3/30 (fri): Cold War Kids, Middle East downstairs
4/9 (mon): Walkmen, Avalon
5/9 (weds): Blonde Redhead, Paradise Rock Club
5/24 (thurs): Mice Parade, Middle East upstairs

Today I gave a fish a dollar. An hour later a suit asked if I had change for a dollar. He wanted to put money in the parking meter. I said I’d check my satchel. I had four quarters. He said thanks. He gave me two dollar bills and said “I’ll give you two.”

Philosophers are in the hall. Knowledge: but if a rock is thought a sheep, then justified true belief? And there’s a sense “Do you know this” but “We’re focused on alternatives” and “This is when we wonder if we’re in the matrix.” No one laughed. “We use it to tell some one to take our word for it, but we don’t really talk about knowing things.” Two voices over the copy machine.

Lucky Numbers: 9, 44, 67

Aristotle say “The brutish type is rarely found among men; it is found chiefly among foreigners.”

charcoal on paper, not yet titled. i don’t have dimensions on hand, but i’d say the length is close to three feet.

would a title help you approach it? same question for the piece in four panels a few posts down, if you have the time to consider it. (it’s been a wonderfully busy week on the blog… thanks, all, for so much to look at!)

its real pain. not the kind of pain you feel when you lose someone you love. we are conscious of death. we understand. it happens. no, this is pain like no other. the pain felt when you realize something of the nature of people. the pain felt when you realize something of the nature of the world. this is real pain. something inside breaks. yet another hope that everything will be o.k. is destroyed. i never realized it before but now i see that this happens on some level for everyone. it is at this moment that we stop playing to win. from now on we play not to lose.

I was reading in Against the Day, and it describes this, which I just wikipedia’ed. Read this, consider it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event

This is a short film I made last year, and I just realized today that nobody’s ever seen it.

graphite, cut paper

pen, ink on paper

everyone to know about this site:
Woot!
It’s a deal site, one “deal” per day - but the descriptions are also written really well - well, most of the time, that is.
It’s good to know that not everyone is a capitalist whore - some choose instead to be capitalist working girls.
love, me

I’m dying to let it out. I’m dying. I can feign happiness and contentment but I feel like when these are faked real versions become less possible. I can’t shake the notion that [insert cliche pronoun] would make it all worth it, all better. I try but I just can’t shake the thought. What is it that you are looking for ben? How will you know when you find it? There is no memo straight from a heavenly fax machine saying “this is it.” Despite my efforts the disillusionment is growing, festering, boiling, flowing over and out my mouth (or in this case fingers). How do I surrender without giving up? Someone asked me the other day what on earth I was doing here, on earth. I proceeded to lose my mind.

they say stop asking the big questions; you’ll never get an answer. so i says life is all about the big questions. that and the big mistakes.