paratology

n. An empty statement composed of dissimilar statements in a fashion that makes it logically paradoxical.

just because...

just because one can do something doesn't mean one should; just because one can't do something doesn't mean one shouldn't...

live! from the observatory

I was riding my bike on a mountain road in Griffith Park this morning, trying to get some miles in before it started raining again. There I was, covered in mud and grit from the tires and the wet, alone on the ridge between the Observatory and the Hollywood sign. The road was slick and dicey with gravel and I semi-cautiously rounded a corner. There in the mist, up with the hawks, was Mary Woronov, walking her dog. We smiled at each other.

I wanted to yell "Eating Raoul!" or ask "Hey! Do you ever see Paul Bartel around?" but I didn't.

punk rock and caviar

This afternoon during a half-nap, I dreamt of the upper, upper middle-class poseur punk rock girls I knew in college, who smelled nice, had liberal arts degrees and would shoplift Iranian caviar from import shops.

I bought import vinyl and would pay for it.

Our tastes in music were very similar, and senses of style almost converged, but it was of course easier to dress like a boho weirdo if you could afford to. I couldn't afford not to. It was torn clothes or the fucking Izod sweaters that came as birthday and xmas gifts.

These girls mostly ignored me. On campus I would have lunch with an Iranian girl. Because of the hostage crisis, she would tell people she was Persian. She knew they didn't know the difference.

I wonder if any of these chi-chi, high society slumming punkettes are divorced nowadays. Nowadays our stations in life have probably just about crossed. Man, the rich girls were stunning. So stunning that I acknowledged and yet overlooked the pose. They couldn't overlook my poverty, though.

Bang a Third World Gong

*FLASH*... While ordering an expensive cup of jake and simultaneously admiring the form and color of my coffee server, I have just realized that I want to spend my evenings with a girl from a third world country, who has a reasonable grasp on the language and a mild thirst for knowledge.

Dark skin and a bulbous body, but not a caravan of junk in the trunk.

While coming to this conclusion in this chain coffee establishment, "Bang A Gong, Get It On," came over the muzak system. I looked over at the coffee server and saw her waiting on a homeless skinny, old woman. The poor transient marched in step to the snare drum and guitar riff. Maybe she was waiting on a key to the bathroom and could not even afford a cup of coffee at this store's prices.

Didn't Marc Bolan crash a car with a Northern Soul negress in the passenger seat?

likes and dislikes

I figured it out yesterday.

I like individuals. It's people that I dislike.

show me state

Don't show me something that -- no matter how hard I work for it -- I can't have. Show me something I can have, even if I have to work for it.

I don't mind working for it. Just let me have it.

no sleep 'til catatonia

I can't sleep. I can work myself to the point of exhaustion, but I can't sleep. I can shut down and miss funerals, but I can't sleep.

Catatonia: the new flakiness?