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Saturday, May 26th, 2007
10:08 am	I never post quotes. 'The personal, as everyone's so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, TAKE IT PERSONALLY. Get angry. The machinery of Justice will not serve you here - it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide out from under with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it PERSONAL. Do as much damage as you can. GET YOUR MESSAGE ACROSS. That way you stand a far better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference, the ONLY difference in their eyes, between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it's just business, it's politics, it's the way of the world, it's a tough life and that IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.' -Quellcrist Falconer (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 6th, 2006
2:10 am	Oh yeah. some pictures of me here. This is science at work, lazies and generalmans. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 1st, 2006
1:08 am	Oh yeah So like, Friday night (tomorrow night) I'm driving to Vegas with 2 friends. I have a room with 2 beds in it for Sat and Sunday night. We're drivin back Monday. Anyone in the bay area wanna come? Split the room costs with me and it'll be cheap like the budgie. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 30th, 2006
8:08 pm	Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever music player you have on random. Step 2: Post a line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from. Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. Step 5: No cheating. OK, edited to complete. Time is up! OK so, 1. "Its not really work Its just the power to charm" -phoebe_k - David Bowie, Modern Love 2. "And sleep comes with a knife fork and a spoon" - Love Spit Love, Am I Wrong 3. "The bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio" -egreenwood - Paul Simon, Boy in the Bubble 4. "I got three passports, couple of visas. Don't even know my real name" -phoebe_k - Talking Heads, Life During Wartime 5. "The billboards of the highway are the prophets of today" - The Black Angels, Bloodhounds on my Trail 6. "Not nobody, not a thousand beers will keep us from feeling so all alone" - Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins, You Are What You Love (and not what loves you back) 7. "A little discipline for my pet genius" -neutron - Faith No More, Midlife Crisis 8. "Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun" - Joy Division, Transmission 9. "It's coming for me through the trees, help me someone, help me please" - Kate Bush, Hounds of Love 10. "A cup of black and black, you're dying for a cup" - Dethklok, Duncan Hills Coffee jingle 11. "Two TV sets and two cadillac cars, well, you know they ain't gonna help me at all" - Velvet Underground, Rock and Roll 12. "The decision is in there will be no fight, it might sound cold but I know it's right" - She Wants Revenge, Someone Must Get Hurt 13. "And we know what we're knowin but we can't say what we've seen" -merovingian - Talking Heads, Road to Nowhere 14. "Must be a devil between us, or whores in my head, whores at my door, whores in my bed" -phoebe_k - Pixies, Hey! 15. "Every shining bonnet makes me think of my back on it" -egreenwood - Elastica, Car Song This was fun. You should all go listen to the Black Angels. They're my Old 97s of 2006, which may very well make sense to you. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
5:01 pm	hello soapbox, OK so like, I'm a big fan of art as defined by the viewer. That's pretty much how I roll. Yeah but like, the word art is, well, god, fucking overused. I'm no artfag or hyperfeelie or pretentious dick (well, about art at least,) but I dunno, it grates on me when people refer to anything drawn or sketched as art. I think they're incorrectly using the word as a synonym. Just because you drew by hand a picture of, say, a tiger-headed cartoon girl getting fucked in the ass by some, I dunno, horse guy, and for shits let's say the tiger girl also has a penis and is masturbating furiously onto like, a dog-girl's face, well, that isn't art. Because nobody is going to view it as such. Un-fans such as me will think it's retarded and a really fucking pathetic waste of time (this from someone who spent hours today throwing bottlecaps at a moth) and fans will view it as, I guess, pornography. P.S. if you're so fundamentally fearful of rejection by human women that you turn to cartoons and animals, well, see a doctor or something. And if you think that's not why you like cartoons and animals, kid yourself some more. Like anybody who reads this is gonna have their lives changed, but whatever. this post is not art either (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 23rd, 2006
8:47 am	I am a bad blogger. Mainly because I only do this like right when I should be leaving for work. Anyhow, here's a shitty recap of my recent life: I went camping in Desolation Wilderness, south of Lake Tahoe. It was all snow, and we went up to 8400 feet. The frozen lakes, the rocks and trees, very pretty. Not as cold as you'd think, maybe only the low 30s/high 20s at night. We didn't use tents and didn't miss em. What I missed was sunscreen. Now, in my defense, I had sunglasses so I didn't sunburn the whites of my eyes like some people, but I got pretty much the worst sunburn I'd ever seen. We went the 9th-11th and my arms are still peeling. I had fun. Last night I and Is went to see The Black Angels at the Independant in the city. They were opener #2, which meant a half set but they still rocked so hard it was painful. They played just long enough to break my heart when they stopped, a pair of musical blue balls. The first opener was called Holy Shit and they were fucking crazy weird. I think half the band was in LA and podcasting and this half was podcasting back or something or I dunno. But there was a whole lot of noise going on and only two people on stage, one was a skinny little fella who did a rather funny job of uncaring lip-synching to the talking, he would just move his mouth up to the mic and make a fish drowning gasping face. He faked playing guitar and keyboard and was funny. There was a girl up there too who sang I guess and there was a tambourine which i think was live but it sat on the ground a lot and they kicked it to make it go crash. Oh also she busted out a triangle for part of a song and then threw that on the ground. All this weirdness, and then they'd finally ramble into a song (after introducing themselves before every song, and the girl would give herself a different name) and the song would be actually pretty good. I kinda wanted to buy their CD. The third band we left after two songs of, they were uhh. Butt. They were called uhh Lansing-Dreiden section 2 and like, well, the music was ok, actually the drummer was all right and the bassist was pretty good and one of the guitarists was rockin out, but the singers were these two guys who just had the worst pair of voices. God. They were off-key like crazy. I think there's a little video on the ld2 site but I have no idea how good it is. Oh yeah, warning, that website is not Home-safe, it's wicked pretentious and you'll maybe get angry and break something. My bike has almost hit 1000 miles. It's fun to ride, yep. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 24th, 2006
6:38 pm	Big Sur and Beyond Well, I'm about to embark on a camping trip to Big Sur. The river we have to cross should be nice and swollen and raging and delugial and somewhere around 4 degrees celsius. I don't know what that is in Fahrenheit. Cold though, probably. It's cold in Celsius. I bought a motorcycle. A Kawasaki Vulcan 500LTD. Gorgeous. Applications to be my bitch may be mailed in to the usual location. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
10:50 pm	Lunch Cabal. Well it's been a while. Ain't had much to say, hey hey. I'm figuring my life has been uneventful but this is not at all the case. It's been fairly eventful. Just not, well, exciting events. I'm lying again. I went camping last month in Henry Coe state park. The largest of California's state parks, it clocks in at 3 times the size of Bermuda. We hiked in and stayed the night as the only campers on the campground, and looped out the long way in the morning. Good times were very much had, despite my sad lack of endurance and/or shape. I threw up from the strain, in fact. Yeah baby. This coming weekend I am going to Castle Rock for more of the camptastic action. I own a pack, sleeping bag, pad, 2 pair fancy socks, a compass (we're gonna try some orienteering,) a hatchet (bodies don't hide themselves,) this nice fleecey but very light and warm blanket (for wrapping around meself at night and in the morning, backup warmth as I sleep and/or an awesome pillow,) some assorted emergency supplies and a headlamp. An awesome headlamp. I predict big fun. Big fun. Lunch Cabal is something we formed at work, 2 fellows and I. Both of them fellow campers, in fact. It's easier to cook big, the economy of scale kicks right on in, so we each take turns cooking lunch and bringing it in for the others. Nothing fancy, mind you, the point is to make it easy and cheap and better than campus fare. And oh how it is. I just put egg noodles in the bottoms of 4 tupperbowls and in the morning my slow-cooked potato/carrot/celery/mushroom/onion cream stew should be ready to have a bunch of broccoli fried lightly and then stirred in and then ladled right on over them there noodles yes yes. If my calculations are correct (and at this point the slowcooker is sort of my bitch) the celery and carrots should still be firm while the onions and potato should be tender and the skin shouldn't have quite begun peeling off. The broccoli will be nearly raw, which keeps it's flavor intact and brings lovely goodness to the whole equation. Today young Andrew brough Saag Paneer that he made from an initial kilo of raw spinach cooked down and, because he couldn't secure paneer (Indian fresh cheese) he used mozzarella which was actually pretty much a perfect substitution. Mr. Jeff Campbell led the week with a great fresh spaggetthi with peppers and diced tomato. Oh yeah, Lunch Cabal is vegetarian. My ears are nearly completely healed. I'm still babying them along. I am digging on the Olympics. Especially my favorite sport. You see, for about seven years of my life I trained to be an Olympic curler. I got noticed for my pushing abilities during my high school varsity curling days, but once I was on the US team I was bumped down to a sweeper. Life as a curler is, well, you start to see things differently than your more mundane, non-curling person. Things are simpler, with more hidden complexity. You can fixate on your target. Problems seem more like 44 pound rocks. Being a professional curler (or, "being in the curl") sets a man apart, let me tell you. Training for hours a day on the cold ice, skating back and forth, aiming the stone, sliding the stone, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping. You can tell a curler by the calculating glint in his eye, a faraway stare, red knuckles and traditional legwarmers. He'll talk a bit differently, more confident. Better posture. All this I had to finally put behind me, and I still think about it. Curling gets in your blood, it coils around your spine. I wake up, sweating over a tough Front house block or replaying games in my head. It was a hard life, and a part of me is still living it. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
12:21 am	Off the list Yeah I was in a 4 car freeway pileup tonight. On the way to see this. Everyone was OK I guess, I suppose some people from another car went away in an ambulance. The car was totalled. The airbags didn't blow, though. It was strange and scary. (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 10th, 2005
2:19 am	ok ok ok had the third million dollar idea of my life. those cardboard tubes that toilet paper is wrapped around? They should be flushable. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 1st, 2005
9:34 pm	earses Healin well, yep. Tiny bit sore when I bang em by accident. Turns out that's easy to do. Lemme charge some batteries for this camera thing and maybe tomorry I'll take some omg so hot hot hot u'll cum ur pants pictures. I'm a wee bit sick which is expected with my immune system so verily comprimised. My work schedule changes next week to Tuesday-Thursday. That's pretty nifty and I'm hexcited. I think I'ma drink like 7 glasses of chocolate milk and hit the bed with some book. Oh yeah speakin of books, I bought 4 bookcases from the closing Gamescape (weep!) and they dominate my room in an awesome manner. Now I need a leather recliner in the middle of the floor and I can refer to my room as The Library. Cept said all like faux-upper class like. Also, maybe my room can be called The Place Jamie Gets Oral Sex From Girls Who Work At Record Stores. That'd maybe be a better name but maybe, sigh, a lie, sigh. Sigh. I was weanin up a mousey storm today. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 29th, 2005
12:02 am	Ouch. SO I went to the Body Art Expo here in beautiful San Francisco today. I was thinking of getting a cheap expo tattoo, but I pretty much settled on a piercing. OK, so, I wanted ear piercings. I had no ear piercings, so I figured I had to get some. But I wanted 0 gauge, and I didn't want to wait and stretch and wait and stretch. So I got a dermal punch. That's like a sharpened metal straw that is driven with all the piercer's force through my earlobe, grinding slightly circularly against this thing he was holding behind my ear. I have the world's toughest earlobes, it seems. He said so. When he was done with the grinding and causing me lots of pain, he switched to causing me incredible amounts of pain when he used the edge of a sharpened needle to scrape the flesh off the back. There were seriously sizable bits of ear coming off. I was pretty quiet but I grunted a few times and said "Christ" once. He at one point said "It's hangin on by a thread!" of the bit of ear and I think the thread was a nerve or something retarded. He was scraping away and paused, and I said "Are you done?" and he said "Almost done" and he scraped some more and paused and I said "OK now you're done?" and he said "Almost done" and I said "You said that almost ago!" Anyhow I bled like mad and almost fainted twice and I got a free bottle of aftercare spray cuz the guy who ran that booth watched and said I was a trooper. I guess I was cuz that shit was fuckin hurtful to me. The endorphin high was possums. I will take some pictures maybe when they are not scab city. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 26th, 2005
8:09 am	Yesterday morning (two days ago? Tuesday? What day is it? When can I go back to bed?) I said something to a coworker as a joke about there being "no crying in science." We chuckled, and I went to my bench to move some small amounts of clear liquids into eachother, and started thinking about A League of Their Own. The part where at the end all the old ladies are looking at the museum. Then I cried. What the fuck? I have fountainous tear ducts. I cry during movies, I cry sometimes when a song is perfect, and now it seems I cry at work when thinking about dramedies I haven't seen in probably 10 years. It had goddamn Tom Hanks in it! Christ I should be put down. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
7:10 am	7am or something? man I'm so tired. What is it that makes me read until 1am? Stupidity? Shitty book too. I just, I dunno. Stressed? Wake up, shower, vomit, brush my teeth, get my crap into my pockets and leave. Also, apparently, update my livejournal. I'm kinda done with this. I gotta get a car or motorcycle or jetpack or some such. I'm giving a switchblade to a coworker today. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 20th, 2005
9:30 pm	Ok so yeah it's been a bit of a while. So anyhow, I got this new job. It's at Stanford, the college that is it's own city, with a post office and stuff. true story. But yeah, I'm in the medical school working in an immunology lab. I wrangle mice and clone bacteria and stuff. Let me tell you about the mice, because they are interesting. I learned this grab and grip. It's rather cool, and it involves picking up a mouse and restraining it in my left hand in one smooth motion. The mouse is then immobilized for my ministrations. I pierce em. I put little holes in their ears is what I do. This is for reasons twofold. I gotta collect DNA from them so I can run a PCR (polymerase chain reaction) and check for lack or presence of certain bits of DNA. Also, where I punch the holes lets me number the mice. Like uhh ok lookit this. I was gonna draw that but look somebody already did. I do that. It's actually relaxing, seeing as I'm not an animal rights nut. Speaking of which, I'm not a friggin animal rights nut. There is also a lot of bacteria work and that is smelly and sometimes frustrating. The downside is my commute. It's an hour and 45 minutes each way, and I usually work late. So I dunno about my social life, it's pretty fuckin limp right now. On the other hand, there is this sexcellent bar I found on campus(!) called the 750 club that has 3 dollar draught beer and damn good pasta despite kinda being laid out like a hotel bar. Also, cool bartenders. I'm worried that when school starts it'll be busy like whoah though, which is good for bar but bad for me. I'm also living in Sunnyvale now. The 'vale. Well, that's I suppose more awesome than Cupertino. I got a bunch of jars and other equipment to make pickles but I need a jar lifter and a rack for my canning pot. Then, I shall make pickles, including the dreaded Curry Pickle and the fearsome Whiskey Pickle! The world shall collectively rue the day I made pickles. Rue, Rue, Rue the day! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 1st, 2005
11:46 pm	This is not an April Fool's Joke or anything So, starting April 3rd and going through April 9th will be the best of all holidays, Pie Week. That's right, a whole week devoted to baking and eating and enjoying pies. Pot pies, pizza pies, and of course, dessert pies. Good fun. Please observe. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
12:58 am	Ok so, that was Vegas. Yeah and I lost some money, gained some new friends, and learned a valuable lesson about self respect. Let's break em down one by one. I was playing blackjack, as I like to play blackjack, and was somewhat up. Sat down at a 5 dollar table with 100 bucks and had worked my measly way up to 120 or 140 maybe, I never count my money when I'm sittin' at the table, as there'll be time enough for countin' when the day is done. I'm at the table with some dude, some nice older lady, and two of the guys I was ostensibly with in vegas, John and Jake. I sorta knew one and knew the other pretty ok. Then came Larry. Larry was the new dealer, and he didn't smile. Or like, talk. Or respond to talking. He gave us the hairy fisheye and didn't even have the plumb decency to frown at us. So we kept playing, though the older lady kept alternately berating him and trying to engage him in a friendly manner. No luck. He only said "Insurance?" a couple times as required by the rules. He fucking murdered the table. It was a god damned massacre. I stood up at 0, John stood up with 0, and Jake stood up and started walking away with 50. All of us had been between 120-200. The older lady walked away with 0 from who knows how much, she was doubleplacing and betting like 30. The dude walked away with 0. I've never seen a dealer show 5 or 6 and then end up drawing to 21 as often as he did, like, 3 times in a fucking row. It was buhtarded. But so is gambling. Jake I hadn't interacted with so much before, as he was a friend of my girlfriend's roommate. I interacted with him a bit and we got along in a jim dandy manner. Good dude. John I already thought well of. I have been thinking lately that maybe I'm sort of a hipster. I have these magnificent sideburns, and a watch on a chain that has animated flames on it, and I wear expensive shoes and inexpensive shirts. I listen to edgy, weird music, and I saw them once a couple years ago and they were OK, the opener was much better. But man. Boy, I'm a friggin cowhand fresh from the field next to the sort of hipster that stalks the mean streets of Las Wegas. I feel much better about myself, I'm not nearly the slave to fashion I thought I might have been. This weekend was a Redken convention, some hairstyling products or something, and wow were there some fashionistas strutting about. The best part was the haircut. Like 3 in 4 women had the exact same haircut, which was bugging me where I'd seen it before, and then I realized, my hair does it when I wear a hat and let it dry from a shower. It's sorta close and straight on the top and then flares out in little wisps around the sides and back. I saw like 700 fucktillion examples. Also, on the men, was this diagonal mohawk thing. I can't possibly describe it without fucking pictures. Yeah there we go. Craziness. Bad craziness. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 9th, 2005
9:21 pm	the interests list is too short. So, another year has gone by and I still do not have a resolution. I'm thinking it'll be something dumb like "go back to school." But whatever, it'll be something. I've been thinking on buying a motorcycle, under the impression that the bay area is generally temperate enough to facilitate riding a lot of the time, and cheapness. i don't want a crazy explodo 1039483cc engine kawazuki ninjattack sled, just like a dumb bmw 500cc or something. I believe the saying is "daily rider" or some such. beyond that I've been doing nothing at all. bought and reread and am rereading again one of my favorite books, Excession by Iain M Banks. Damn it's good. Just good, every time. Good. Experimenting with various types of ramen bought at the nearby japanese supermarket Ranch 99 (or is it 99 Ranch Market? Market Ranch 99? 99 Ranch? The logo is super confusing to my round eyes.) This is not so exciting. I have evolved a cool way to cook ramen though, here goes: Put the noodles into like a frying pan with 1 cup of water, and put it on like medium high and sorta fry it around. Keep knocking the noodles around as they get soft and moving it around until all the water has evaporated away. At the point the noodles should be all cooked and soft, so transfer them to your bowl and then add the flavor powder thing and (as I usually do) some freeze-dried chives which you can get in jars at your local supermarket (or 99: Market RANCH!) Stir it up and it'll be sorta like chow mein. Sorta. Good! I made meatloaf the other night and it was OK. I had to use tempura breadcrumbs because you-know-who didn't have regular ones, and I think I'll use twice as many next time. It was a tad loose. more veggies next time and stuff. And a better glaze, I made one out of tomato sauce and mustard and worcestershire sauce and brown sugar and it was Ok but didn't quite give the right idea. I'll touch in maybe some flour before basting next time. or corn starch. oh and cornmeal in the meatloaf I have this impression in my mind that that will be delish. also rice. rice, cornmeal, celery, onions, diced chiles, meat, and lots of tempura breadcrumbs. Yeah that sounds good. Here is where I'm like merovingian and say something off the wall and witty. Except I'm not so cool. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 15th, 2004
1:36 am	I bowled again tonight Yeah was that fun. I had fun. Fun having fun. I got a bowling ball today too. It's very excellent and I'm torn between naming it "Pinbane" or "Sir Strikesalot" or "The Pin Reaper." Got shoes and a bag and such as well. Now my rats run around my room and are cute, and the many beers I had this evening catch up with me, and this Pyramid apricot ale makes me happy, and it's time to lie back and read White Jazz till I fall asleep. I will miss having jholloway around. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 8th, 2004
12:40 pm	Man last night it was Karaoke Bowling night at the old Palo Alto Bowl. 13 bucks covered a lane from 9pm till midnight, and there was a karaoke set and it was all dark and disco-lit. That was an excellent 13 bucks. 2.50 MGD pints too. Good times, good times. Then again, my back and legs hurt from whippin that ol 14lber down the boards. I was throwing my usual semidecent until my feet skidded and I bonked down on my knee a couple times, then I was bad. Oh weep poor me. Oh my oh me oh my. I see Cake tonight. Hopefully I can have some cake afterwards. Why is it so fucking hot out? It's been like 100+ the last week. Fuck this, i pey extra money to live here and it's supposed to be nice. Why can't those damn weather satellites live up to their name? (2 Comments |Comment on this)