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it's 1:49am and i'm trying to get into spiritualized's music. otherwise, all i've got to say is, with some of the things happening in the name of blogging this year, my new year's resolutions for others may get a bit, as they say, harsh. also, i passed by a fellow ho- mo blogger in the 'hood twice this weekend and he fronted like he didn't see me. what's up wif dat?
searches conducted lately: floccinaucinihilipilifica- tion, no one becomes what he is not, you are an an- gel beware those who collect feathers, fire flashing forth continuously and in the midst of the fire, how do you comprehend life through love reflection or dreams, we live only by differentiation, summer soft.
happiness is saint etienne bootlegs.
i have some intense dreams, but i rarely have night- mares. last night i had a nightmare that woke me up yelling, and like i usually do when i have a noteworthy dream, i went back to sleep thinking, i don't need to write it down because i'll totally remember this one, but now it's a haze. i think i remember some parts of it being that i was speeding uphill, either flying or driving, like maybe 1st avenue in the midtown vicinity, i was speeding up this hill, which i recognized because there's an area where you can either continue going up or go down a tunnel, and i keep going up, and all of a sudden the whole everything floods, like the sudden way it would flood if a dam crashed down, and i'm still going up, and i fly over the gate of the dam into the dirty water area beyond it and i know that it's full of rats, and then i woke up with a yell, so loud that neil woke up too and held me and i made puppy dog sounds and went back to sleep.
tonight i went to the co-op and restocked granola and grains and dried fruits and canned soups and stood on ladders and used box cutters and got dirty and it was great and so relaxing. i bought dishes and fan- tasized about my imaginary dinner party that i plan to make reality before the new year. b a c K
-----original message-----
from: david still [mailto:[email protected]]
sent: saturday, november 24, 2001 7:04 am
to: dante woo
subject: sorry
dante, i am sincerely sorry for what happened on wednesday and for my actions in particular. i wasn't planning to use physical violence. i do hope you will accept my apologies.
rest assured that nothing like this will ever happen again, promised.
regretfully yours,
david still.
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http://davidstill.org
a holiday must: sturtle's secret santa, faith-agnostic and fun for the website-enabled and otherwise. i won't miss out like i did last year, and neither should you!
from vice magazine, volume 8 number 9:
soviet plays a mean set of electro-pop with just a clash of emotion (think a robot that cries). listening to them is like dancing around your bedroom in your underwear. then your mom walks in and your (sic) all embarrassed but she's like, "what is this totally poppy new wave synth-like music with sentimental lyrics?" and your (sic) like, "duh, mom, get with the styles! soviet is only like THE hottest band." and so she starts feeling the beats and before you know, she's stripped down to her panties as well.b a c K
last night's dream: looking into the mirror and seeing long trails of baldness on my scalp.
there was something about a crocodile in doris lessing's the golden notebook that made me want to read it up to that part, but i never was able to get through the first chapters. it's one of those books on my bookshelf that defies me, like the satanic verses and housekeeping. caught up with marychen and lapsuscalami's updated sites, drank some alt.coffee, and spent pretty much the rest of the day in the kitchen (baked the pumpkin cheesecake with baby marshmallows from timeout) while neil sketched animals for his 2nd grade class to take apart to make brand-new animals.
when i was in college, i remember reading an in- terview of jenny shimuzu, 
, who, like me, is a tough asian homo who wears calvin klein underwear, where she described the last time she smoked pot. she said that she walked onto a runway and thought to herself, why am i a little bee walking on this stage? and then she never got stoned again. a party i went to this weekend was like that. as soon as i walked in, i went to put my coat in the bed- room and the lovely host was in there and offered me a toke. i always have timing this good. one hitone muthafcukin' hit!and i'm so baked that i almost fall down and/or throw up. and then i was so paranoid that i spent the rest of the evening trying to hold back tears that my boyfriend was mad at me. i was so stoned that i couldn't keep my eyes all the way open. i was so stoned that every moment stretched into long, interminable moments. i was so stoned that i would say something, immediately think that it was the stupidest thing i'd ever said, and then forget what i'd just said. when we were headed home in a (thankfully) cab, all i remember was resting my head on neil's shoulder and creating, all on the inside, a movie or comic book character named c'randy, who was a black tranny drag queen whose parents couldn't decide whether to name her/him candy or randy at birth. never again will i smoke pot in front of other people.
more reasons to be a couch potato shut-in:
sorry for those couple of hours on saturday when dantewoo.com ceased to exist. what's the matter with me? why can't i write?
25: the last rabbit (wendy), mark ryden
est quaedam flere voluptas (there is a certain plea- wsure in weeping, from the writings of ovid).
mulholland drive was great, even when everyone in the theater giggled at the lynchian midget in his con- trol room. one scene, when a guy sees his night- mare vision in real life behind a dumpster, scared ev- eryone so much that you could hear people gasping and saying "oh my god."
oh addresses the difficult subjects of adolescent sexuality, violence and incest. holzer introduces the reader to an unknown speaker who meticulously de- tails a girl's body. the uncertain relationship between these two characters invites speculation over the nature and purpose of the observation. the nameless voice suggests the vulnerability of an adolescent in its description of her arms, throat and ribs . . . only gradually does the reader comprehend that these words belong to a mother studying her daughter.
- leah sweet, institute of fine arts, new york university
hc: let me just give two examples from the new text. there is the tender voice that says something like, you are easy to track and fun to hunt. and this con- trasts sharply with the terrible harshness of, girls are found awake or with eyes burst down holes open or made new rabbit frozen or flailing blood sneaks or ass rains ruined on an infant with a sucker throat gag- ged or mewling still love aside on the bed waits.
- jenny holzer in conversation with henri cole, feb- ruary 5, 2001, at the american academy in berlin
typos while typing that: writing "next text" instead of "new text"; omitting "voice" from between "there is the tender" and "that says".
i love reading this stuff during and after seeing the installation, but when i looked at holzer's words, the thing that struck me was how much effort it took to take it all in. it's these electronic displays that are layered on top of each other, one moving quickly and the other slowly, so that you read something and after it leaves the screen you see it repeated, trailing after. it's hard to keep up because the words move so quickly and you get confused as to which train of thought you're following. plus, it's on the ceiling, so you have to sit in this big, high-ceilinged room with bare floors and people walking around, to read it for an extended period.
i'm spending a lot of time with my new boyfriend (i hate that word) and i worry about missing and losing my friends.
remind me to never show my stomach on this blog.
i'm earning the same amount that i did a year ago, my rent is only marginally higher, but i feel like i have much less money to spend.
my handwriting has gotten worse because i mostly type.
my friends seem to have one of two beliefs on the meaning of life: love and quality.
> this is the fan club answer form.... 1-ok, what is your question? =
> how can you stay 13 for years?
it's easy. i do nothing special for it. that's just the way i am.
> another question then ? = do you like dantewoo.com?
oh yes. i'm a fan.
> name2 = dante woo
the best thing you have is your name. how did you do that?
> email = [email protected]
> email fan-club = yes
> international fan-club = yes
> url of the link = http://www.dantewoo. com/about/lynx.html
i'll make you a link next time i update my fan page, promised (that's not very often)
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*bisou*
mouchette
