Sinister: Our badge of courage shall be the bruise of passion!

[Steven Kado]

fuck,

there was one day when that dirty-minded psychopath chris lampiste wasn't
posting any more of his amoral filth and nudity and such and i nearly
thought it would be safe to come out and post something and then he
resurfaced again bragging about hsi friggin' hips like he was a girl and
capable of having real hips instead of fake crappy mens hips.

i'm also really mad about being challenged to a naked picture duel.
this hit a sore spot that i'm sure chris had no idea he was hitting.

the fact is i cannot be seen naked.  not that i can't get naked, but under
my pants and t-shirt i'm actually invisble.  how many people have fled my
bed room in terror upon finding that the expected wobbly bits etc. were
there but not there.  a photograph of me naked would offer only a
tantalizing view of whatever is lying behind me at the time.  maybe if i
wear some flesh coloured tights or something....

hey,
i met the stars the other day at a tahiti 80 concert.  does anyone else find
that tahiti 80 sounds suspriciously like late U2 crossed with the sea and
cake?  anyway, having nothing to say to the stars i invented a story about
being such a good dj that i couldn't actually spin in public as i would have
to keep the adoring masses at bay with sticks.  then there was this
pineapple thing and . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

i was upset about missing the durian at the new york picnic.  i'm a big fan
of durian.  its a staple of the summer barbeque season with me, swear. i
often enjoy eating fruits that smell like feces/rotting flesh.  or sometimes
i just skip the fruit and go straight for the rimming.  actually the ice
cream ain't bad.  i bought durian ice cream by accident because it was
indistinguishable (in terms of colour) from the mango ice cream at the
chinese grocery store.  in fact, unless i go for a ride on my bike i only
have chinese grocery stores within range, so my entire neighborhood is
redolent with durian in the summer.  i whistle in grocery stores when i'm
not trying to intimidate people in the frozen foods isle by walking very
quickly as if driven by some powerful inner compulsion.

external compulsion sucks.

one of the pleasures of shopping in chinese grocerystores is being elbowed
all over the lower part of my body by chinese grandmothers augering for a
better bag full of crabs than the next.

actually, thats not called pleasure at all...thats something much deeper.

 yesterday i watched several episodes of queer as folk.  thats not bad
television is it?  but whats with that little skull-faced girl who's face
froze in one facial expression in the first episode and then it never
changed?  will her face fall off and break if she changes her facial
expression?  why?


so onto other significant issues in pop.
whats with will oldham's voice now?  when did it drop an octave and become
'reliable'?  as much as i love the rian murphy&will record it still isn't
really what i 'look for' in oldham's catalogue.  i am confused. i am
confused like claude wondering why kathleen doesn't love him, only without
dead flowers and suicide.  although the band suicide are rad.


although few bands in the world are as rad as devo.
adam conover needs to get his head out of his indie pavement ****le and face
up to the reality that devo are one of the most brilliant bands ever.  never
mind that the first four albums are the only good ones.  most bands are only
good for four albums, some bands are only good for three and a collection of
very strong eps.  devo changed my life in late grade nine.  i fell into
their nurturing plastic sheathed arms after grunge angst burned me out
entirely. i took songs like 'through being cool' to heart.  you can ask
people who knew me at the time; for example, i wrote 'devo', about 400 times
on the front page of ben's agenda.  you can ask ben...i did this in french
class i believe.  i also really fell hard for elvis costello, but it was
more fun being an excessive and overt devo fan because this was around
'95-96 and it seemed more like a kind of provocation than thick glasses and
ill-fitting suits.

i missed olympic boxing on television yesterday, which made me remember that
i miss g h dickie.

fuck martinez,

st  ev  en  ka  do




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