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[26 Oct 2005|09:31pm] |
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well, here i am in athens, georgia on a little, mini-vacation (is that redundant?)
i flew over on saturday, making my 2 connections "no problemo"
i got into atlanta at about 11 pm east coast time (3 hours ahead for you in california) and we scooted through atlanta into downtown athens through the throngs of people (it was a saturday night college football night and evidentely that means "get raging drunk and wander around in humongous groups")
i'm here crashing at "lj user="ohbother">'s house, a starnge and wonderful abode of stuff and things, we got home and stayed out sitting on the porch in true southern fashion until 5 am, and got up the next morning to WHAT IS THIS? COLD WEATHER?
Now i had been told that the weather was unnecessarily humid and hot down here and was for all intents and purposes looking forward to it, because cold and wet, where i live, is not very appealing.
but no, its cold and clear, not bad, but not what i was expecting.
so anyways, sunday morning, we stayed in until about 2 and then went to the J & J flea market, a ten acre spread of fake merchandise, produce, odd collectibles and most of all, socks.
We meandered about with one of Jim's band cohorts, a bass playing oddball named Wren and then off to a party next door.
A stable warming party, you might say, some new transplants had purchased the next door stable and surrounding grassland, and decided to have a get together, a pumpkin carving and costume (only 3 or 4 people actually got that part of the invitation) party.
we hung around a while, mingling with the folk and then wren and jim left to go get music making devices and then the bonfire was lit and it was a real party.
anyways, to make a slightly long story, slightly less long, we ended up playing and hanging out till everyone else had left, about 11:30, came back to the house, and then bounced to a little hip 24 diner called, incidentally "The Grill"
we ate and left, with wren the strange all the time complaining about his job he had to get to in 5 hours.
an exciting entrance to georgia, where everyone is nice (or appears to be), food is cheap, and almost everyone talks slow.
no hurry here.
oh, and i'm beginning to pick up a drawl, not entirely surprising, but odd, nonetheless.
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[19 Jun 2005|12:48pm] |
well i was going to write some sort of a expose on work yesterday and how awesome it is that i work inside, especially when its raining ALL FREAKING DAY.
but i'm not,
because i got halfway through that paragraph and i realized that even i wouldn't wanna read anything like that.
whinewhinewhinewhine work whinewhinewhine customers whinewhinewhine rain whinewhinewhine
speaking of rain, john and i went to the fortuna high graduation on friday.
john met up with mary and we oogled the gowned kids milling around the campus.
the ceremony was out on the track with the graduates and everyone in the bleachers being soaked.
we somehow got some guy handing out umbrellas to give us one,
it was from US bank and smelled like plastic, but it did it's job.
we sat through the 100+ graduates sopped through the field the the seats, the valedictorian and the salutatorian mumbled stuff about the last 4 years, the freshman, and how much they will remember this time in their lives.
yeah yeah yeah, we're getting pneumonia up here, on with it.
turns out i knew more people than i had figured, and after everyone received their plastic wrapped diplomas and threw their floppy mortarboards all over the place, everyone made a mass exodus to the field for pictures and handshakes.
anyways, afterwards we end up going to a graduation party at this girl, gabby's, house (a motel where the doorbell kept ringing).
there was more people in a smaller space than i could even have fathomed and gabby's mom kept churning out taquitos and hot wings and we kept eating them.
and i didn't even think about even trying to go to the ferndale ceremony even though i know almost all of the kids because i went to school with them all the way through grammer school,
but whatever, i'll see them around.
people always need sandwiches, laundry detergent, milk and bread.
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[14 Jun 2005|03:31pm] |
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Wow, hi, i didn't realize that its been like 2 months since i've been on here.
but, then, whenever i post here, i never really like what i write and then i see no point in going out of my way to write some inane crap about what i did today and how work was tiring yesterday.
Sometimes it just seems like all i write is just a test-pattern.
like charlie brown's teacher
wah-wah-wah-wah.
but, i guess if i go through the motions, something will come to me.
when i write emails to people, sometimes it'll go from being a short note about something or "what's the plan for this social event?" to being a 2 page symposium on this thing and the other thing and they seem way more interesting than anything i written lately on here.
also, when i write to people, there seems to be less pronouns
i, me, my, you, your.
or whatever those are, parts of speech are not my strong point.
pointing out unimportant spelling and gramatical errors is.
oh, who am i kidding, this is such utter crap, why do i even bother?
EDIT: this isn't whining, its called non-constructive self criticism.
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[03 May 2005|10:43pm] |
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hi my name is josh and i don't update
nice to meet you all
now down to business at hand
band played a show at the brewery in McKinleyville (Kinkley, as once heard it refered to as)
we played at six to 5 people
not very surprising
who goes to the bar at 6pm?
no one, thats who.
i had all this idea to write out some cool stuff and
yeah, that went nowhere.
goodnight all you good people out in internet-land
and then someone calls my house at 10:47 and my computer says "your lame-ass internet answering machine that likes to decide when it works will not pick it up, pick up the handset and begin your conversation" but when i pick it up, all i get is a ear-full of modem noise.
i'm done now
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| CLASS IS CANCELED TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN |
[21 Apr 2005|11:31am] |
hey, my class is canceled for the second day in a row.
and i got a gmail account.
from here
so my new account is thoughtography (at) gmail (dot) com
class is still canceled and my laptop battery is dead.
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[19 Apr 2005|09:09am] |
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we watched The Corporation last night.
There was a segment on Arcata and how they put the chain restaurant cap and how people actually can do things if they would like to change how things work.
I fell asleep about 3/4's of the way though.
It was that action packed.
still, somewhat interesting and informative.
I can still hear 14 year old high-school kids with cars and cell phones and computers ranting about how corporations are bad and how corporations are evil and have no souls and are immoral and no one should support these capitalist regimes with all these corporations running everyones lives.
Blahblahblahblah.
i choose not to be hypocritical.
in other news, the books make music like i want to.
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[17 Apr 2005|03:06pm] |
Had work yesterday. For eight hours.
I started running out of steam around 2:30 and the 3rd cup of coffee was having the opposite effect on me.
Some people shouldn't wear sweatpants.
In public.
And also, just because you are in town for the high school rodeo doesn't mean that you can't go back to your laundromat hotel room and change your bib/t-shirt.
ugh.
But of course i know where the plastic cutlery is, and i will graciously show you to it.
We were short-handed cause the new help girl called at 9 o'clock and said she was sick.
This is after she flaked out earlier this month and then friday worked the register (learned how to that morning) all day with a bad attitude.
You can't be in retail and be surly.
It doesn't work.
People buying things can be as surly and negative and whiny and annoying AS HELL but you keep cool and they leave and its all okay.
Be surly in the back room when nobody is there
you can be surly with the cardboard boxes and the goddamn frozen vegetables
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[16 Apr 2005|08:02pm] |
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Check out what i got in the mail yesterday.
The freshly burned -er- borrowed indefinitely books catalog.
THANKS ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) javachickn
i owe you one now.
or three.
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[14 Apr 2005|09:48am] |
Carrying a guitar around a community college campus is not as cool as you'd expect.
Especially in the library where it you knoch if against anything it makes a really loud KNOCKING SOUND THAT IS WAY TOO LOUD FOR HOW HARD I BUMPED INTO THE COMPUTER-DESK-THING.
Well, its better than tuesday when i brought it in a black garbage(it was raining), thus making me look homeless.
The spanish class i'm in is doing something for cinco de mayo and we have to sing a song and read some poetry and some other people are doing a skit.
I don't have to sing though cause i'm playing guitar and i can't even speak in complete sentences when i'm playing.
(strum strum strum)
"hi josh"
(strum strum strum)
"hi josh!"
(strum strum strum)
"me can't no talk now, talk no play guitar good"
(strum strum DAMNIT)
i think i need to go get all my musical equipment that seems to be spread all over town
1. my drumset is at the high school that i don't go to, in the gym.
2. (i think) my bass and amplifier are also there, but somewhere else on campus.
3. my guitar is at john's house along with the case that i would have used instead of my homeless old man garbage bag.
ok then
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[12 Apr 2005|09:17am] |
In other news.
I hate computers.
No this one though.
Cause its functioning.
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[09 Apr 2005|09:38pm] |
HI, my name is josh, and i would like to complain about something that i don't think any of you care about.
but, thats just tough cookies for you.
( but i'll be nice and put it behind a cut )
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[04 Apr 2005|10:01pm] |
"The Johnny Cash Story" something or other is on MTV and they are talking about 'hurt' and the video.
That seriously is one of the best music videos i have ever seen, and definitely, as they were saying, shows was can be done with videos instead of lame-ass video tricks, dancing clubbers, a band hopping around on-stage, girls wandering around in bikinis pouring out $1000 bottles of champagne or something equally stupid.
I really need to get a copy of "The Man Comes Around"
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[02 Apr 2005|12:08pm] |
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The pope has died
Bummer, dude.
I guess he's going to find out whether he was right or not.
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[29 Mar 2005|03:33pm] |
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Dear green giant brand© bagged frozen vegetables,
could you be a dear and not become a frozen avalanche of brocolli and garlic sauce when i am trying to restock you, because my hands are cold enough and i'm already annoyed enough at the western family© frozen sweet corn.
Dear western family© 10 oz. frozen sweet corn,
could you not fall on my head when i am trying to pick up your fallen cousins, the 10 oz. frozen mixed vegetables, off the ground where they had leapt trying the same stunt you pulled and failed.
Dear ore-ida© frozen crisper fries,
it is not necessary to take down the entire shelf when you don't want to be put back where you came from, cause that was insanely hard and frustrating to get back into place, especially with the fact that there was no one there to help me.
thanks,
josh the frozen food lackie
I had to restock all of the frozen food in one of the lockers at work cause it had decided to stop working on saturday and everything was taken out and stacked in the -20 freezer next door in produce boxes.
I was unaware of this until jack told me to go and put it back.
I spent the last 45 minutes swearing under my breath at the little boxed vegetables because when i eventually got one row stood up and straight the other one fell over and i had to redo it all over again.
If i never have to handle another soggy box of frozen chopped spinach again, i will be happy.
In other news, i like griping.
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[28 Mar 2005|05:32pm] |
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When working in the cooler for the first 2 hours of wakedness, remember to zip up your coat and wear your gloves before you go into the 32 degree box.
Because keeping your limited amount of body heat close to your body is easier than waiting until you become cold and then go and put on the necessary garments.
Just for your information.
Stayed at john's house friday night for the first time in months.
Video games and late night microwave food was enjoyed.
his friend nick came over in some weird dealing for a free tv and acted out-of-place until he sat in front of the xbox.
More halo ensued.
We then came upon the idea that we should go to denny's and that we should have some people there with us for breakfast at 9:30 pm.
Nick left because he is lame and we made sure he knew that.
We went and had ze yellow food and i had too much coffee and everyone else had too much sugar and maple syrup.
I swear the same phenomenom that affects people when the cross the threshold into a record store, hindering their ability to remember any album that they may have wanted to buy, changes people when they steo through denny's.
Maturity level goes down, food consumption goes up, things that people think are funny change, also known as anything can be funny if delivered at the right time.
(Note to myself...you always have your camera with you, in your bag, knocking around with the other crap you strain your shoulder with, make the effort, get it out and take pictures, you with always regret that you didn't later.)
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[25 Mar 2005|02:25pm] |
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Yeah, i love getting up at 8:00 in the morning 3 days in a row and then not getting home till 10.
So, as it turns out, the "band" didn't get a practice together till 2 days before the gig and then i find out the bass player is new too AND the singer isn't there.
Wow, sweet guys.
So after waiting in the rain for half an hour after work and driving out to the middle of nowhere (connor's house) we practice in the garage (an actual garage band, what a thought) for 3 hours.
Ok, tomorrow then.
fine.
Show up the next day, one of the guitarists isn't there, but the singer is.
ok fine, they're playing the same thing anyways.
practice for another 2 hours.
and wednesday, the day of the gig, i show up at the school and halfway out to connor's house to pick up the stuff after a run-through of the songs, john calls me on connor's cellphone (i had called to ask him about borrowing his bass amp) and asks if i'll be coming into town to help him, sean, and mary to move equipment and things out of the church.
John's dad, who has been the pastor at the local congregational church for the last 19 years has been forcibly resigned, and they have 2 weeks to get all of their stuff out.
I said i would help them on monday.
So, turn around, go to town, pick up the amp, they leave, we pack and unpack, i get picked back up, drive for days, practice for an hour, load up stuff, get to the gig, and there still wrestling practice going on in the gym.
So be quiet...
Anyways, the gig went good and there were more people than i expected, and we were the sole attraction.
It turns out, as much as i hate to realize, that people's enthusiasm for a band and how much they may like it has a lot to do with how much they like the people in the band and that sort of thing rather than how good the band it.
Anyways, i get to sleep in tomorrow and i don't have anywhere to be for the first time all week.
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[19 Mar 2005|07:29pm] |
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yeah, so all that stuff i was talking about.
about 1/2 of it fell through.
I ended up having to call connor and ask him what the deal was cause john (my key into the church where the drums are) was leaving for eureka (also where ejbythesea and sarahshevett) were going and if we weren't going to jam anytime soon, i might as well go with them...
"uh, well, ok,"
so i said i'd call him when i talked to john, who i ended up running into at the mall.
Well, to make a semi-long story that i don't feel like typing right now, "band practice" is canceled until further notice and i'm still not playing church because of work.
Man, if anyone needed a band leader, they should be at the head of the line.
Not that i'm volunteering, i haven't even heard their stuff yet.
Oh, and by the way, have you heard of Henry Darger?
He wrote a book 15,00 pages long and painted the craziest detailed watercolors you'll ever see come out of a janitor's apartment.
(you'll have to scroll down for some text)
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[19 Mar 2005|11:41am] |
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OK, coming into this weekend,
i had nothing planned,
i wasn't thinking of doing anything in particular, maybe see about hanging out with john, maybe some homework, nothing really.
But the last 3 days, it seems like everyone (well not everyone) wants to use me for one thing or another.
I go to work on friday (i've been getting more hours and days in recent weeks) and jack (read boss)wants me to come in on sunday (never done that except for inventory)
The night before that, jesse O calls me and leaves a message on the internet answering machine to the effect that he was wondering if i could play drums on his band, and that i should call him back.
Turns out they've got a gig next wednesday, and they don't have drummer, you should come by the school tomorrow after classes.
That didn't happen because Jesse spaced and didn't think of asking anyone if it was okay to practice there and so we ended up loading eveything up and standing in the parking lot for 15 minutes trying to think of a practice space to use.
connor (guitar, went to school with him for 9 years) said we could use his house/barn/something and he would call me tomorrow or something.
Some unorganized crap.
And then when talking to john to see if i could get my drums out of the church, he asks me if i could possibly play drums for the service sunday.
Well sure, but we need to get the drums back from connor's house.
Well, thats all fine but then i remember last night right before i fall asleep that have to work tomorrow, right when the service is.
so jesus music is not gonna happen.
OK, and then i come upstairs this morning and there is a message from kara l.
A girl i went to school with until she left in like 4th or 5th grade (7 something years ago) whom i haven't talked to in the same amount of time.
And she's in town and somehow found out that i work at the grocery store and that i'm going to be in on sunday and could she stop by or something.
So theres my weekend going from
nothing/stereo/homework.
to
band practice/work/way out of town friend/jesus music/
crazed
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| I knew that |
[16 Mar 2005|06:07pm] |
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Instead of simply being "nonreligious," atheists strongly believe in the lack of existence of a higher being, or God.
atheism | | 88% | Satanism | | 66.6% | agnosticism | | 63% | Paganism | | 58% | Buddhism | | 50% | Islam | | 17% | Judaism | | 13% | Christianity | | 13% | Hinduism | | 0% | </td>
Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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