stella minor.

point to what hurts.

double team bikes and stinky's coming soon.

movie ideas.

tonight, after taking an exam the good dr. gave the class an assignment. we were to visit www.myfootprint.org, and take a silly survey which displays if you are contributing enough to the filth of the earth. the results tell you the size of your ecological footprint and the amount of planets necessary to sustain life if everyone lived like yourself. i was a size 16 with 3 1/2 planets needed. the professor was a size 28 with 8 1/2 planets needed. what am i doing wrong? all this after eating take out chinese from a styrofoam container with a plastic fork.



maybe you can live on the moon in next century. that was my fortune?

the weight of a wooden leg.

"you are the strangest person i've ever known."

love, hate, how i got drunk last night.

friday night.

countdown.

the hills premiere. frozen pizza pregame.

i stopped being a kid when i was five.

motorcycle boy (still) reigns.

keep the spirits high.

easter sunday: need to spend a significant amount of time with this.

instead find myself tranced into this.


in other words, i need to master chapters on subjects such as sea law, air law, space law, human rights and the international criminal court. however, i cannot seem to get off the couch and away from a prancing hippie musical on the gospel of st. matthew.

soon i will read while listening to earth - the bees made honey in the lion's skull. check it if reading, driving, wandering lost. be patient, it will come.

looong weekend out.

braceface.

my mother stopped by the house today. out of the kindness of her more than generously sized heart she decided to wage a full on war against the filth in which her two sons + t. porter reside. she had the day off work. she had many objections upon entrance and a proper look around. among the most pressing were:

a christmas tree, a bottle of whiskey that looked like a molotov had been attempted, my shower, and a wide array of fireworks both real and cheap chinese.

sometimes you find long since forgotten objects behind a 4 month old christmas tree. this includes sounds that will forever remind me of the number 280 and a place called space.







*she also drank tom's beer.

assume the position.

tentative summer schedule:

metropolitan politics.
urban & regional planning.
the vietnam war.
history of american journalism.

and that is it. officially. i will have graduated from college. then what?

consider - law school, graduate school, get a job, keep a job, abandon all hope, continue existence as is, munich, tehran, des moines, newfoundland, new york city, the patagonia, cuban exodus, dodge the draft, write a book, read a book, throw a party, drive south, fly north?

time will tell and i am open for ideas. soon.

i just wasn't made for these times.

once i start, i can't stop. highlights of the night, of the night. not of the light.




layered folky, and white boy rappy.

now i will do that thing where before you know it, you have eaten an entire sleeve of ritz crackers.

three day weekend. coming, not going.

ophelia.

lazy saturday. r & r. blues my mind. the weather is nice. window is open.

itchy itch.

working hard/hardly working.

adam was building something this evening. i am not sure what. a work table of sorts.
ultimately, i think it was a failure. bah.