06.11.81 - Board of Censors Meeting

Censor Guy One: Ok, on to Exhibit # 13. A lyric at the tail end of "Start Me Up" by the Rolling Stones clearly states, "You make a dead man come." Hard to believe, I know. How do they expect this filth to get by us? Its an outrage!

Censor Guy Two: Its disgusting. They need to lay of the goddamned drugs for a minute and consider the fact that anyone could hear this on the radio. This is filth!

Censor Guy Three: I've got to disagree here. Historically speaking, in the realm of music, sexually explicit material is only taboo when the subject is alive. In this case, as you so accurately observed, it is a "dead man" that is coming here. This not only avoids issues of censorship, but it also very descriptively communicates just how deeply hot this woman must be. After all, she is able to bring a lifeless corpse to climax.

(an awkward silence passes)

The Head of the Board: Well, I see no choice but to let Exhibit # 13 be heard by the general public.

(gavel slams down.)

Simon & Barfunkel

I feel empty today. Useless. Not sure why, but its an awful feeling. (well, I guess I have some idea of why) I'm trying to muster the will power to go to the gym, as I know that will raise my spirits. But its going to be tough today. I'd rather get in bed right now (5:49 pm), listen to simon & garfunkel records and feel miserable. I know this is a gay entry, but I don't give a fuck. Needed a little venting. On the brighter side of darkness, I did get a turntable this weekend, so I've been listening to records and its been really enjoyable. It is funny how listening to an actual record, a finite, fixed recording feels like such an event in the context of the digital age of impatience. Still feel like shit though.

Bored doodle of Coworker Isacc

L.S.D.

I was watching this series called "the drug years" on vh1 classic last night, and it was really entertaining. Really fascinating shit about LSD. This Dr. Albert swiss chemist first created it in an effort to create a substance to relieve migranes. He ended up taking it himself, began to feel strange and got on his bike and rode for hours through the swiss countryside. This was the first acid trip ever experienced. Another odd fact is that apparently, the scientist who first proposed that the structure of DNA was a double helix in structure, was on LSD when he first concieved of the idea. So, in a way, we owe our modern understanding of DNA to acid.

Elevate me Later

Last night I had a TERRIFYING dream that I was in a renegade elevator with a group of strangers. It began to severely malfunction and it seemed to shoot up erratically, then PLUMMET. At first, I tried to be calm for the good of the group, so I wouldn't encourage panic. However, as the situation became more severe, people just lost it and were screaming and scrambling to brace themselves without regard for their fellow man. Through all this, David Bowie's "Lady Stardust" was playing loudly. (not through elevators speakers, but rather as a crystal clear, overlaid soundtrack.) We crashed to the ground. I ended up doing some sort of handstand on impact. The elevator car split open in the process, and I, BADLY wounded managed to crawl out. The bones in my arms had splintered and shot up into my torso, but my legs were relatively unscathed. I ran around, crying out for help to the horrified people who stood observing on the street, who just stared as tears welled up in their eyes. I could feel (and sort of see) fragments of metal and glass protruding from my head and face.

Then I woke up and got ready for work. This is not the first elevator dream I've had in the recent past. Unfortunately, I think I know why this happens. The one sound I can hear in my apartment as I sleep is that of the elevator mechanical room in the hall, which happens to be adjacent to my bedroom.

Orange Juice Incident

The other morning I woke up, walked into my kitchen, poured a mouthful of orange juice in my mouth and promptly sneezed. I didn't have time to swallow, so it went ALL OVER my entire apartment. I wanted to just go back to bed.

Profound sense of Longing

Not sure why, but I am stricken with a heavy sense of longing today. For what I'm not sure. It seems to be a lot of things. Just heard a song (by the Silver Jews) that made me want to drink an ice cold beer on a fall day, strumming acoustic guitars with my friends among an autumn spectrum of colorful leaves. Maybe take a road trip, and watch the rolling landscape unfold and alternate between plots speckled with cattle and rotting barns, and small town cemeteries spotted with fading gravestones. Instead, of course, I'm stuck here in this office. But my mind remains free and wandering. Maybe this has been triggered by the recent visit to Chicago I made, which was filled with a certain sense of adventure that I must've not felt in a long time.

Saturday morning bath towel skirt blues

Hello-
My internet connection at this Tulsa apartment is borrowed and inconsistent. I need to think about getting a legitimate one, I'd probably write in this a lot more if I got one. It was a weird week. Went out with Michael on wednesday night for some beers and some live music. Ended up blowing off too much steam and getting pretty drunk. (michael was driving, so I figured what the fuck) Woke up the next day in my clothes on my couch in the nick of time to get to work. I'd also torn through my kitchen like a robber. I went to work and grabbed an emergency mug of coffee and sat down to focus. As the day went on, I realized that my left hand had been asleep since I woke, and it was now around noon. Upon discussing my plight with those around me, they alerted me that this condition can be associated with heart attack or stroke. Not good. I thought that had to be bullshit (at least in my case) but I asked permission to leave the office and go to see a doctor. Better to be safe than sorry, etc. So, mid-length story shorter, I basically slept on my arm all night, thus pinching a nerve in my left arm. (its totally back to its old, left hand self again) However, in the process of getting my vital signs checked, the doctor (a middle eastern woman with a heavy accent) it was discovered that my blood pressure was abnormally high. This was partly due to the strange circumstances and panic, but its something I need to take into consideration from here on out. Yet another chapter in the book of getting older. So now I type sprawled on my bed with some Shins playing in the background. Last night was the first step in a new phase of me "slowing my row". I went out, yes, but I drank about half of what my usual weekend night self would have, and I had one cigarette instead of nine. (the smoking is something that I plan to phase out fast) The scene was Soundpony and Fincannon (my cousin Dennis and friend Matt's duo) was playing, followed by an extremely unusual and talented multi-instrumentalist from china named Doug. (in america at least) It was a lot of fun, despite my strange, slighty defeated mood. I was more alert for one thing. (a beautiful girl walked by and smiled for example, and I had the presence of mind to smile back) And this all culminated in a free-form jam session, which I participated in briefly. Now to stir up today's adventure.