We buried and moved on from Ted Kennedy, even the political influences he had on the immediate issues america faces, in about three days. Was that a Michael Jackson funeral I saw on CNN a minute ago?

I got all the ingredients for the marinade yesterday and realized this is the only thing I have left to look forward too and all I've been looking forward too. My first purchase of balsamic vinegar led me to research the products composition, and apparently what I got at the Food World is just barely authentic. I find myself doing this with a lot of groceries I get involved with these days: cheeses, spices, checking to see if the organic claim can really be backed up. Most of the good stuff is apparently unavailable to me thanks to the way we roll in America/Alabama.

My mom's boyfriend, who I met yesterday, is moving in with us. I've met maybe three guys that she's never brought around for more than a month since her and my dad split ten years ago, so this is ... unique. This house is full of fucking people since my grandmother died.

Last night I picked up some significant bits of information.

Many of them were about booze, such as, I can’t hang out around a bunch of people without drinking: long suspected, finally confirmed. I made it two weeks fairly easily, but as soon as I set foot in the AMB it was all over. Other newly acquired information includes the fact that I will never, ever take another extended absence from alcohol. Apparently when I come back to it I lose my fucking mind. I ferociously guzzled screwdrivers until I had blown sixty dollars. The directly related lesson learned is, “ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS PREGAME.”


And if we keep following the trail of the one things that led to the others it should be easy to see how Tim ended up fucking me up with some truth before nights end. Being one of the only people to actually sample my newly publicized radio show highlights, he was able to offer up his impressions, which in turn, inspired me to solicit his ideas for a network television, late night talk show, styled project. He wanted to discuss it in person, but when I finally had the chance to approach him about it last night, he didn’t find our intoxicated circumstances ideal. I forced him into the conversation anyway wherein he explained all the concepts he’d come up with during a previous occasion where the possibility of an entire television channel could have been at his disposal. Needless to say it fell through, but our conversation culminated in him answering a question I asked that I intended to be rhetorical, as I figured he wouldn’t know the answer. He did. I exploded and the sentiments that I still feel I haven’t had enough interaction with Timothy Gray were sped to forefront of my mind.

Unfortunately our faux brainstorming session concluded with the most disturbing of the night's lessons. Tim became the first person to utter allowed the longs suspected, finally confirmed fact that no one in this town, or probably any other, has any faith in the creative projects I undertake. It's a real handicap. No one wants to give me the time of day when it comes to this stuff. I have to fight every step of the way whether it be in organizing and constructing a project-i.e. getting people to collaborate with me-or getting exposure for said project. It feels like there's rampant presupposition that whatever idea I'm working out, it isn't worthwhile, and I'm fucking sick of it. My ideas are fucking excellent. My insight into the art forms that interest me often surpass that of anyone I know. My heart beats harder, literally and figuratively, than anyone else's alive. My skin is constantly in the grip of goose bumps because of how hard I love and hate, and I'm tired of everyone being ignorant of this.
The silver lining I guess is more apparent when I put it the way he did: something to the extent of "It made me aware that you could do something like that, that you were capable." Of course he's the only one that overcame the stigma to look into what I have to offer and ultimately appreciate it, but at least that's one more, maybe more later .

Anyway I intend to continue riding this wave of desire for socializing throughout the weekend, and I really insist that if you can break your plans for Saturday, you do so in order to align yours with mine. Here's my schedule:

10:00AM 'til Late Afternoon - Liz's Haven (665 S Conception St)
Free Food and $2 Macro Piss Beer in the charmingly stylized atmosphere of my Dad's Bar

10:00PM 'til Breakfast Time - The Berwicks' Ladies' Night
Semi Free Food, BYOB = cheap social drinking, Engaging conversation without loud music drowning it out

03:00AM 'til Question Mark- The Courtyard "Green Matters" (751 Dauphin St.)
$20 for a vegetarian buffet, alternating sets between Subject Matters and Green Hit, and five kegs of "heady" beer
[starts at 10PM, but I think I'd enjoy Ladies' Night more so I'm just going to the breakfast]

tchuss,
King of the Land of the Blind,
One-Eyed Jack

Or maybe I just don't know how to log in anymore. I have a lot of things I'd like to say about Jason, but only if he really did ban me for the reasons I think he did. I can't even see the events section anymore, so let me know personally when the Hot Dog contest or anything else I might dig goes down.

Please reopen a no holds barred Mobsux Allstars board. Centanni is getting his shit censored for the weirdest reasons, and I'm remembering even more shit I've had deleted.

It's pretty funny.

cid-f2d5ef9c7821351b.skydrive.live.com/self.aspx/The%20Jake%20and%20YHWH%20Show/Go-rrito.mp3

So is this.

cid-f2d5ef9c7821351b.skydrive.live.com/self.aspx/Radio/Riverkeeper.mp3

If you don't listen I'll have to start using autoplay functions again.

"Our battle, our struggle, is to create art. Our weapon is the moving picture. Because we have the moving picture, our paintings will grow and recede; our poetry will be shadows that lengthen and conceal; our light will play across living faces that laugh and agonize; and our music will linger and finally overwhelm, because it will have a context as certain as the grave. We are scientists engaged in the creation of memory... but our memory will neither blur nor fade."           -J. Malkovich

http://www.npr.org/programs/wesat/features/2009/jul/lynch_gallery/index.html

also make sure you seek out the full story on what happened after the Abstract Artimus performance last night at the Blind Mule.

http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=104129585&m=104105184

Dangermouse, Sparklehorse, David Lynch - Dark Night of the Soul

www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php

but I feel like doing this for some reason. If you do find yourself wanting something new to listen to mixed in with similar music that you already know or you don't feel like sifting for a mix of your own, you could play this while you're in the shower or cutting your grass or exercising, but I don't think you people do any of those things so play it when you're getting drunk and playing video games. If I get a microphone I'll start adding stop-sets with info about the music and maybe some other radioesque stuff. I'll try to keep from playing back to back songs by the same artists, but I usually feel like it's a good way show relations across genres.


The autoplay will stop after the first few hours of it being uploaded.