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devin and i are embarking on a major lifestyle change. but. a crucial difference is that this time it will not be plagued by history and proclamations.

there's a creepy, climbable (!) structure in the industrial sector of op. if i die, well, it'll probably be from tetnus.

nerdy best friends meet in diner-esque (but not trendy) arenas for coffee and gossip. something i've been missing. i know where i'd do it in boulder, but the geeky friend is not available. "best" is a key element.

turnaround night. terrible gum.

same thing for breakfast every day

ok.
so friday was albright-knox for exxxtreme abstraction! and we got lucky because there was also an HTML Webpagemaking Party going on. which was WEIRD. weird weird weird. a tunnel of abstract art led to the basment of this museum, in which there was a projector, a laptop, a set of drums, and multiple people playing music while others design a terrible website. applause, no one knows what to think. next is two people playing air guitar with this crazy slideshow in the background -- complete with the compulsary troll sequence in which someone bobbed real live trolls up and down above the screen. feet off the furniture, expressions of rapt attention, and in all honesty, i couldn't hold in my laughter.

saturday we walked, lamented.

you real live wire

i'm not afraid of the future, just sick of talking about it.

gina thwarted the beginning of the week of confrontation. so instead, i propose a week of karaoke. take it or leave it. (by which i mean, take it or leave.)

water
water
water
water

(someone outbid dj for the pogs... by FIFTY CENTS)

every crazy heart is beating

so here's something that i realized that i never realized before.
i like the earth. many people feel similarly.
so we quit smoking
recycle newspapers and cans
pick up garbage
cut our plastic soda rings
fight drilling and mining and carbon emissions and mercury levels
etc.

BUT. because we like to travel, we also drive cars.
and more importantly, take airplanes.
who ever talks about the amount of gas an airplane uses?
one friend told me that the amount of pollution emitted by the takeoff of a single 747 equals the amount of pollution emitted if everyone in China lit up two cigarettes. (this may or may not be completely accurate) but still. how many takeoffs and landings occur each day? how many people talk about this? no one i know.

so i guess if we like to say we stand for the future, it's time to take note that although travel is fantastic, every single time we board a plane, we are contributing like 3 billion cigarettes to the atmosphere, which can't be good.

so yeah. just cause you're not filling up the gas tank...

we will grow we will love we will learn -- change each other

chose to spend our nation's birthday in canada, but made it back in time for the fireworks, aka fiery asteroids hurling into the unsuspecting crowd. nervewracking.

i'm real glad i got a chance to talk to conlan this eve.
what are you supposed to say to quasi-acquaintances from 2 years ago?

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

i know you're tired, i know, but what if this was the last day on earth?

my friends here are pretty preoccupied with mortality and all that that includes. when we were in high school, matt used to tell me that he'd be dead by 22 because he'd live so fast and hard the first 22 years and then would rather go out in an explosion of flames rather than waiting for old age to catch up with him and slow him down. (he's planning to do some more stuff and live longer now.) i think a lot of my other friends in op had/have the same mindset and i think that thinking that way is what makes the people i know here so excellent. i mean, in most other places i've been people have the typical concerns about the future and what people think about them and so on, which is fine.. but i have more fun here, because people don't say "no, i don't want to _______ because i have to sleep or i have homework or people will make fun of us." who gives a shit? it's hard to put it into perspective cause everything seems so loooong. like 8 hour workdays, 12 month leases, 10 year mortgages. too much planning for the future when, fuck, do you even know if there will be a future? (but don't say this to anyone cause they'll think you're morbid and pessimistic, but maybe it's a more optimistic, if more short-sighted, way to look at things)

in conclusion,
"this article is as good like an interesting article that is good to read" -mcl

pinky swear.

it was the kind of week that ended with hard hugs, bruises and scrapes, smoky clothes, weezer real loud, tangles and utter exhaustion (illustrated by ribrattling sighs). so i'd be lying if i said i didn't race all the cars on the thruway home just to watch gilmore girls in my underwear and eat the chocolate p brought me and kath from his Factory.

last night i heard a wonderful story about three of my friends who were in a band together in high school and who now all have to have surgery on their testicles. it may not sound as genuinely goofy as it really is, but come on! they're a band!

were you laughing at me while i was underwater?

compulsory office update: there's a woman who has hung all her children's awards in her cube so it looks like she won honors such as "Great Cooperation!" and "Perfect Attendance Kindergarten Year" and "Super Sharer!!!" it's real bizarre, by which i mean funny. don't her kids want those?

'we don't owe anyone a fucking explanation'