2.26.2009

Hobo Code

As inscribed in the Annual Convention Congress of the Hoboes of America held on August 8, 1894 at the Hotel Alden, 917 Market St., Chicago Illinois;

1.-Decide your own life, don't let another person run or rule you.

2.-When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try to be a gentleman at all times.

3.-Don't take advantage of someone who is in a vulnerable situation, locals or other hobos.

4.-Always try to find work, even if temporary, and always seek out jobs nobody wants. By doing so you not only help a business along, but insure employment should you return to that town again.

5.-When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added talents at crafts.

6.-Do not allow yourself to become a stupid drunk and set a bad example for locals treatment of other hobos.

7.-When jungling in town, respect handouts, do not wear them out, another hobo will be coming along who will need them as bad, if not worse than you.

8.-Always respect nature, do not leave garbage where you are jungling.

9.-If in a community jungle, always pitch in and help.

10.-Try to stay clean, and boil up wherever possible.

11.-When traveling, ride your train respectfully, take no personal chances, cause no problems with the operating crew or host railroad, act like an extra crew member.

12.-Do not cause problems in a train yard, Another hobo will be coming along who will need passage thru that yard.

13.-Do not allow other hobos to molest children, expose to authorities all molesters, they are the worst garbage to infest any society.

14.-Help all runaway children, and try to induce them to return home.

15.-Help your fellow hobos whenever and wherever needed, you may need their help someday.

16.-If present at a hobo court and you have testimony, give it, whether for or against the accused, your voice counts!

2.25.2009

Anonanimal

- Andrew Bird

Paulette Goddard reading Balzac

Clifford Stoll

Sleep eludes me.

Another sleepless night filled with monstrous thoughts and stressful visions.

Flurrying thoughts swirl around in my head, sort of like a Van Gogh. Will tomorrow make any more sense than today did? Will it?

Will it?...

Tender-sweet, this monster lies dormant, waiting. Hungry, screaming and totally fucking horny (as in with horns and not needing to fornicate).

Ideas mesh together into one big pile of turd-like glory. Shit-ball nonsensicality. All creativity has disappeared, I really have no inspiration to even fart artistically. The fakeness of having people believe that life in itself is a work of art (which is true), but the whole repetitiveness of the everyday mundane destroys all of the uniqueness and some of the cheekiness of life becoming art. Art becomes life, and this my kin and kind, is when you smash your head against a wall.

Why leave you ask? Well, this is why - I am bored!

I'm sorry to say this, but mental-coherance hit me like a shit-ton of bricks one fine morning and my spirit was thrown out of my physically stagnating body. It is not because of you, or you, or you.... the lack of excitement in my life is to blame.

And how am I going to bring said excitement back into my boring, mundane, existance? CHANGE!

Change is what i shall do. Change where I live, change the scenery, change everything.

This may not be the answer but it will heal some of the psychological and karmic boo-boos caused by conforming.

A sheep I am not.

A sheep I am not.

I am me.

2.23.2009

2.17.2009

Kurt says

And so it was.

And so it goes.

And so it will be.

2.16.2009

"You're an alcoholic, but I still love you."

It's just one of those days...

I'm surrounded by people but I still feel lonely.

Is it just me or is this a thing that's going around?

Everybody Here Wants You - Jeff Buckley

Women

I don't understand women.

The people closest to me are women but their behavior still confuses me. Sometimes, they know what is coming at them but they still stand in the path of the bullet.

Don't get me wrong, I love them to death. I couldn't live without them.

The people I am closest to are women.

I may not understand women, but I still love them.

I love women.

2.15.2009

2.12.2009

Beer

from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell
- Charles Bukowski

I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whisky
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

beer
rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

These are the songs that play in my head as I'm walking down the street.

Drowning in Sound

Here you go ladies and gentlemen, my first foray into the world of podcasting; Iggy Sunshine's Drowning in Sound.

I have no idea if this will work or not, let's wait and see.

And the link you ask....

well....

Æon

Tonight I am alone,
Staring blankly at the sea.
Tomorrow I will pick up the phone
And give a call to thee.

Remember my name
As I leave this place tonight
For tomorrow I will be far
After a long, long flight.

Æons will pass before
you even realize I am gone.
Many months (actually four)
We'll pass talking on the phone.

Will you call me after?
Will you even remember my name?
Only time will tell
If you even like this game.

Do you regret or fret
The deeds that you have done?
Do you feel like you've let
Everybody down?

Close your eyes little one
It's really not your fault.
Come now, lets have some fun
Throw your problems aside.

Come,
Play games and rejoice.
Come,
Sing songs with a pretty voice.
I need a Camera and a 120 gig Zune before I leave.

I doubt I'm gonna last long without my music.

Shit...

2.11.2009

In the name of Amon. Amen.

The puzzle is finally falling into place.

Or so I think....

Housing arrangements for the future are in the talks, life as such is being worked upon.

I must climb Gebel Barkal, the birthplace of the gods!

Hello, goodbye.

2.10.2009

I want these...

Jeremy Scott x Adidas Winged Trainers.

Idol worship

Interview of Haikus era Om

An interview with Al Cisnero and ex-member Chris Haikus of Om at Amoeba Records.

2.08.2009

Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 7

  • Gertrude. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
    So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
  • Gertrude. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
    That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
    There with fantastic garlands did she come
    Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
    That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
    But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
    There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
    Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
    When down her weedy trophies and herself
    Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide
    And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
    Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
    As one incapable of her own distress,
    Or like a creature native and indued
    Unto that element; but long it could not be
    Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
    Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
    To muddy death.
  • Laertes. Alas, then she is drown'd?

2.07.2009

I almost forgot how much I love this song.... Almost.

Which is it, is man one of God’s blunders or is God one of man’s?
~ Nietzsche

Annie Leibovitz' layout for March's Vanity Fair

I've always loved everything Annie Leibovitz has done. I love how every picture she takes has such a close, homey feel to it. Always.

Here are a few pictures from the set.

Also, don't you love the colour scheme?

DANNY BOYLE and DEV PATEL, The Dickensians

DARREN ARONOFSKY and MICKEY ROURKE, The Ringers

SAM MENDES and KATE WINSLET, The Partnership

GUS VAN SANT and SEAN PENN, The Milk Men

PENÉLOPE CRUZ and WOODY ALLEN, The Odd Couple

RON HOWARD and TOM HANKS, The Classicists

NICOLE KIDMAN and BAZ LUHRMANN, The Colonists

MERYL STREEP and JOHN PATRICK SHANLEY, The Undoubted

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN and the late HEATH LEDGER, The Risktakers

CLINT EASTWOOD, The Old Hand

2.05.2009

Ut ameris, amabilis esto.

Be amiable, then you'll be loved.

Eternity

-William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

Lucas Brunelle Productions


You have to check out his videos. What a crazy bunch of people.

Just click on the title to head on to his website.

Madness!

2.04.2009

Her Morning Elegance

- Oren Lavie

Help me,

help Sarah.

My friend Sarah is the sweetest girl in the world and she needs a place to stay.... ASAP!

I was supposed to get an apartment with her but I've kinda changed my plans (more on that later) because I'm an insufferable douche-bag.

Does anybody need a room-mate?

I must say though, if you are creepy, stalkerish, questionable, a serial killer, an alien or just plain stupid don't even try.

Plus, if she doesn't feel comfy it's a no.

Take my word, I vouch for Sarah...

Call me... 813.420.4014

If you don't have a room for rent, call me none-the-less... she needs a place to crash for a bit....

Oh, and about me you ask?....

Well, I'm gonna be in tampa for a little bit more.... but as soon as my manager Joannie hires somebody and my transfer to Orlando is approved - I gots to go!

I'm sorry but thats the only way for me to stay sane....

But about Sarah, call me... ASAP!!!

Let the Music

- Louis XVI Burger

to do list

  • buy a camera (hopefully a Nikon D40)
  • buy a laptop
  • buy a Zune
  • buy some waterproof saddlebags and a waterproof backpack
  • buy a sleeping bag
  • buy a good pocket knife
  • hit the road (on my bike)

2.03.2009

a schizophrenic's prayer

there are octagon optimists
rising above it all,
staring down at my eyes.
help me!

who told you to come into my head?

welcome home, master swine...
how have you been?
fine i hope. i killed your mind.

yo electric super-satan!
what brings you here?
When you liberate the young ones
remember to free their minds too.
when you break their inside
tear them apart from side to side.

lazarus, where are you going?
aren't you supposed to be dead?
fuckin' sheep!

lazarus you lecherous leper!
how dare you defy my command?
die a doomed death-life of damnation
you filthy crow-child!
die! die! die!

i have undid what has been done!
its a done-did deal now.

amen! hey man! amen!

Jammin' At Giza


(((((OM)))))

2.01.2009

Electric Feel

(covered by Katy Perry)


Electric Feel (MGMT COVER) - Katy Perry

I'm in love with K.O.

FUCK MY LIFE.

I'm being thrown out of the house because I fell asleep at a friends house last night and couldn't play chauffeur to people.... How selfish can people get?

My car is being taken away from me (and I really need to get a bike.... I saw one on Craig's list...)

I think this is a good thing.

I'm still nervous though....

Fuck my life.