boolar

that’s what this here thing is for, you see. and to turn me on, too.

there are so very many things in this world to be anxious and upset about, right? but there are ever so many more important things to be excited and happy about. lets do those.

so.many.things.to.talk.about. i’m just gonna list them. we’ll explore in depth over coffee, if you like.

1. reading the brothers karamazov. those of you who knew me back when i dropped out of san francisco state university the first time should be warned that i read the catcher in the rye for the first time the day before i decided to drop out and started crime and punishment the day after. it wasn’t long til i’d devoured the entire catalog of hermann hesse’s works. that’s where i’m at, you see.

2. watched dune for the first time yesterday (yes, i was deprived as a child). amazingly bad in an ironically good way. one of the ten vhs tapes that bradley and i picked up at the flea market couple two three weeks back for mere pennies a piece. we’ll watch bill murray in groundhog’s day tonight.

3. really excited to start work at TIGA.

4. found what i thought was deadly nightshade growing in the garden. turns out to be nothing more than bitter nightshade. disappointing.

5. stoked that simon’s email address led me to his blog. i can see myself spending some time there.

6. love. this new boolar album is going to be really fantastic. i guarantee it. bradley won’t let me put the last song i recorded up today. he says it is too good. and so it is.

7. i found a tree full of italian prune plums. ne 18th avenue four blocks south of emerson on the east side of the street. please go get some, they are really ridiculously delicious. or stop by for tea and plums.

1000 wise men work for one stupid one.

you’ve suffered enough in life. take advantage of what god gave you.

you see, the whole story of this world is money.

think hard, always. the world is at your command.

those are direct transcriptions from one of my dad’s long-distance lectures some year and a half or so ago.

i had just quit my job (which i’ve just done again). i was planning on taking time off to re-evaluate my game plan (ditto). my poor dad was just tired of watching me struggle.

when offering advice, he starts every line with “you see…” or “let me tell you something…” or “we have a saying back home…” or “my father used to tell us…” i think he thinks that i’m not listening. little does he know that i’m actually taking notes and that i keep the especially relevent ones on the bulletin board above my desk. little does he know that these are the moments i am going to miss most once he’s gone.

i’m trying, daddy. i’m trying to figure out just what it is i want to ask of this world. i think i have an idea. and i’m going to go for it.

here’s a rough mix of the song i sang yesterday. if you click on the link, it will open in another page. if you right click or apple click, you can download or open it in a new window/tab. it’s better, trust me.