> Fischerspooner - Wednesday

I went to my secret hiding place at the beach today and read more out of that Chuck Palahniuk novel. I LOVED one of them:

“As a white man, you can live your whole life never not fitting in. You never walk into a jewelry store that seems only your black skin. You never walk into a bar that sees only your boobs. To be white it is to be wallpaper. You don’t draw attention, good or bad. Still, what would it be like, to live with attention? To just let people stare. To just let them fill in the blank, and assume what they will. To let people project some aspect of themselves on you for a whole day.”

So him and his friend rented big furry dog costumes and walked around Seattle. The results were SO interesting.

> Miss Kittin and the Hacker - Frank Sinatra [2001 remix]

Today my mother really pissed me off. She came in to pick me up to give my car back to me, and to be nice I walked down to the corner so that she wouldn’t have to see my dad’s house. A bit of time went by, so I called her on my cell phone and she had no idea where she was going or where she was. I just gave up and told her she was high. In five minutes or so she pulled up. I go to open my door, and there is one of those ribbon magnet things that says “proud to be an American.” As soon as I saw it, I ripped it off and threw it into the ditch on the side of the road. Fuck her. That’s MY car. And I think that my split leaf begonia in the living room has a greater understanding of geopolitical problems than my mom does.

That just really irked me. If it would have been one of those support our troops ribbons, I would have fucking strangled her. Amanda wrote this great thing about how stupid those ribbons are.

http://politicalwindows.blogspot.com/2005/05/support-our-troops.html

My job went without a hitch tonight, as I knew it would. I only worked like three hours though. I’ll get there earlier next weekend, now that I know that I should.

I’m talking with my online friend Keith, we haven’t talked in years. I think that I blocked him sometime like a long time ago and forgot to unblock him. Because we used to talk all the time.

I’m just not be gone online friend. After a few weeks, I just get depressed and realize that I’m never get a meet this person and were never in a hangout and were never can I do anything except for talk about meaningless shit on the Internet. I have that other friend the one from Chicago, and I never talk to him either anymore. He told me about this book that seems so cool, and when I bought books yesterday I didn’t get it and I should have.

Oh yeah, I never blogged that. The damage:

Simone de Beauvoir - All Men Are Mortal

Milan Kundera - The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Cory Doctorow - Eastern Standard Tribe

The one I forgot:

Douglas R. Hofstadter: Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid

I’m talking with Keith. I should probably end this post. I feel like I’m in a fugue state.