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[27 Jul 2006|10:55am] |
This morning, while walking my dog, I came upon a dead man lying on his back in the middle of the sidewalk. I’ve seen him around before, always drunk, always asking for change. A few of his buddies were squatting around him drinking and making sad faces. “Is he alright?” I ask. “He hasn’t been breathing for two hours. He’ll shake it off, he always does” they say. But his hands were stiff and contorted like spiders on his chest so I went upstairs to call 911. “There’s a man lying dead on the sidewalk outside of my apartment. Send somebody, send something. No, no…I’m positive that he’s dead, he’s hardened. My dog wouldn’t go near him. Thanks.”
This is just a confirmation. This city has shown me too many sides of human abandon than I care to see. I want out. Somebody get me out of here.
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[18 Mar 2006|07:52pm] |
one day, 9 hours to go. i can't fucking believe it
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[09 Mar 2006|12:47pm] |
maya lin was at the gallery today. hurricane maya. in her wake she left desks overturned and egos crushed. it was beautiful.
i don't think i'll miss that place very much. the bullshit is overwhelming. i will never master the ass kissing or the schmoozing or the mental library of every shit artist from here to NYC. so many shit artists. and the good ones always end up in the bottom of the recycling bin.
everybody is foreign when you have headphones on. just moving mouths and flapping tongues.
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| don't go to the light/i'll show you how to haunt |
[04 Feb 2006|12:40pm] |
I slide through cities and buildings and plazas and mountain ranges, talking to no one. It is cheaper this way, but sadder. There is no comfort. This is how it starts.
My passport came today. The streets are clean and wet and the wind coming in from the Sound is shaking the foundation of this old building. The lights are flickering on and off, I feel like I'm on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic. This is how it would feel, I'm sure of it. Sea-sickness and all.
A little less than a month, baby.
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[23 Jan 2006|07:52pm] |
Patrick Wolf
March 30th
Bloomsbury Theatre
London, UK
I just bought a ticket. Row J/Seat 26. Holy shit, this just keeps getting better and better.
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[29 Dec 2005|07:11pm] |
After thinking it over, 2005 was actually a pretty good year.
things that have made me oh so happy! in 2005
*Henry Art Gallery internship (holy shit)
*Being accepted into the University of Washington (again, holy shit)
*Actually buying a ticket to Europe and not just talking about it
*Surviving Seattle another year
*Bear
*Chris (sometimes)
*P.Wolf
*Joseph Peter
*Whiskey
*Red Wine
*Lucky Strikes/American Spirits
*Black black coffee
*Soy Lattes
*Salvador Plascencia
*Hanging out with Rick Steves (he will forever be my hero)
*Finding my creative voice...finally
so, yeah, life isn't so bad.
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[20 Dec 2005|06:31pm] |
You've done it again Mr. Adams. 3 beautiful records in one year.
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[19 Dec 2005|08:23pm] |
I just purchased my ticket to London. This moment has pretty much been ten years in the making.
So, in three months I will be making my way through London, France and Italy and as fucking ecstatic as I am, I'm also very, very frightened. This is huge for me. This is where I put myself in a completely uncomfortable and foreign situation and see if I'm still able to breath. This is where I allow myself to be hurled through the air 45,000 feet above the icy Atlantic Ocean. This is it.
And I can't stop fucking smiling.
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[15 Dec 2005|03:19pm] |
Trying to figure out why the only productive thing I've done all week is listen to sad, sad, songs and melt into the floor like a puddle.
sometimes i want happiness like this
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[26 Nov 2005|01:14am] |
tonight I had my very first seattle celebrity sighting. joel mchale, who you might know from those burger king commercials and newer versions of talk soup on E!, was drinking at shorty's playing pinball. he was completely happy that someone recognized him, and for the sake of a pontentially good story we bought him a few drinks. apparently the guy he was with was way more famous, but fuck it, i'm all about joel. i'd like to mention his "model-like good looks." he's my new favorite z-lister. and he's fucking adorable.
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| And all our heroes lack any convictions |
[19 Nov 2005|02:29pm] |
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:i was talking to an old friend last night and she asked me “if you could have any super power, what would it be?” without hesitation i answered “the ability to be at two places at one time.” or maybe just the ability to morph two landscapes into one, because
:i’m homesick. last night i dreamt of houses built around boulders on the edge of mountains and it brought back a childhood memory of my family almost moving into this house in the canyon only to have it completely crushed by a rock the size of heaven. a few years later they rebuilt the house around the stone and it became history along with the flood of 76’. these are my memories and here they mean nothing. i need the sea or mountains or fucking tundra because these buildings are blocking out my sun.
:and eventually i’ll use this space for something meaningful.
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[16 Nov 2005|07:22pm] |
:a list of names (for children i'll never have)
*Sebastian
*Gulliver
*Laszlo
*Gustave
*Salvador
*Sullivan
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| :to you, to her, to him |
[16 Nov 2005|11:36am] |
:”the worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows.”
(life is tough. but is it really? someone loves you enough to put up with you, to take care of you when you should be taking care of yourself)
:“the street was like a dismal gash, endless, with us at the bottom of it, filling it from side to side, advancing from sorrow to sorrow, towards an end that is never in sight, the end of all the streets in the world.”
(but i’m determined to stick it out. i am just the same, only i am aware of it. i talk in circles, i am selfish, i am obscene and i make no statements that haven’t been made before. i will live and die a mediocre individual just like everyone else)
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