Milk

Friday, 20 September 2002

This Friday’s song comes from a band that kicks no end of ass: Jimmie’s Chicken Shack. They are funny, cre­ative, some­time po­lit­i­cal and al­ways good to lis­ten to. They hail from the south­east coast of the US. Heavily in­flu­enced by reg­gae and the dead it is in­evitable that they smoke up alot, but hell peo­ple have been smok­ing up for hun­dreds of years. it was ter­ri­bly dif­fi­cult to pick a song of theirs: I rec­om­mend Lazy Boy Dash, Do Right, High, Blood, Sitting with the Dog, in fact the whole al­bum Pushing the Salmanilla Envelope. today’s pick is my fa­vorite song of theirs: Milk.

Spring Break 2002

Wednesday, 13 March 2002

well i’m back from break. this one is gonna be long so pre­pare your­self. it was nice be­ing home for even a few days, as it is also nice be­ing back here when mike isn’t around so i can ac­tu­ally be in my room. i read “let us now praise fa­mous men” by james agee while at home. on the way up i lis­tened to Poe’s Haunted al­bum, the toad­ies, BOC, The Crow Soundtrack, and jimmie’s chicken shack. i bought a cool hat and a toad­ies tshirt at good­will for $2.68, you just can’t beat it. it is a beau­ti­ful day out to­day. the per­fect girl for me is a girl who is in­de­pen­dent, not high-main­te­nance, and strong. i want some­one who is in­tel­lec­tu­ally stim­u­lat­ing and will be there for me when i am weak, and who will call on me when she is in sim­i­lar straits. yet, i want a girl who is com­pas­sion­ate and de­ter­mined, sym­pa­thetic and full of fun. mom thinks i am too horny. she doesn’t re­al­ize that the ma­jor­ity of guys are just as bad, and for me in par­tic­u­lar, i have been this way for years, just now i am talk­ing about it. the NCAA fenc­ing cham­pi­onship is next week­end, i hope we win, we have waited long enough and de­serve it. my friend phil is com­ing up to visit some­time this week­end. i’m work­ing on get­ting my we­b­cam to stream video but i need the java scripts for it…chuck helped me out with a site. i put in a cou­ple of new po­ems as well…purge and cel­lar door. i have reen­forced and no­ta­rized the state­ment that “i burn” by the toad­ies is my fa­vorite song ever. i got the al­bum up and work­ing so you no longer need a pass­word to see the pic­tures. i know there was more to write about but i can­not think of it right now. peace.