ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- oh weird, oh wow the led zeppelin dvd is playing at a low volume in the other room. best drummers ever in the world and history? beaver harris, susie ibbara, brian chippendale, elvin jones, john henery bohnam. the footage of his drum solo ("moby dick") from 1969 is past fascinating and even cool, well into holy fuck. so i went away for a while and now i'm back and i'll be gone real soon. back for less than i'll be gone. people ask me what i been up to, and i ask them right back. we all stare and shrug. our lives happen in moments instead of months, and that's good. trying to quantify our summers or boyfriends or dinners for the sake of future documents... it's getting to be such a drag. i'm happy to be travelling and playing music all summer, but it makes me so sadhearted as well. a longing so deep for things like cooking meals and sitting in the basement and listening to records in small rooms, laying around staring at the ceiling. walks around neighborhoods i know or love or both. if i move to detroit, i guess i probably won't be walking around at night all the time the way i have been doing living in ann arbor. it's not the same. it's not the same anywhere. nowhere is like michigan, i find everytime i leave. when does this all end? i feel glad that most people have given up on reading this journal and the diaryland in general. we've all stepped over to friendsterville. but i feel more and more like everytime i read out of context, vague, misleading, indecipherable journals like this, or weird sad e-mails with late-breaking news or misinterpetations... god, i die a little more. feeling a bit like a ghost already. tony said e-mail is the new poetry. maybe. wade put it more like this: friendstering=oh weird or 1st base diarylanding=second base makeout clubbing=third base livejournaling=oh wow or home run e-baying=sexual frusteration/negotiation cool. glad we're all on the same page. now i will try to sleep and fail because it's too hot, then wake up well after noon and celebrate my independence. 1:43 a.m. - 2003-07-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||