I'm pretty sure fly tying is something foreign to most of you, but it's something I've done since around sixth grade, and I've gotten rather good at it. Take a look. Fly Tying -I have no personal connection to this site, but it gives you a general idea. Click on either the tier index or the fly index.

Kelso gave me a book on film today, and it got me a-thinkin'.

Film creates a basic language which allows us to interact on an equal level with each other. Starting at childhood, we are saturated with representations of emotions and the way fake people react to these fake emotions. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon enough we all think love is standing under a balcony with a torn heart. "When you are happy, you will smile."

Think about what would happen if these conventions did not exist: emotion would be much more masked. We all know what is going to happen after a man brushes the hair from a girl's eyes and she looks at him with watery, sniffly eyes. I don't even need to say it. If we didn't see this scene played out for us time and time again, how would we react? I don't know, neither do you, because we use these languages of gestures and pre-written dialogue patterns to communicate emotion with a protocol we all understand, and it dictates the way we interact. Next time you're around other people, try to recognize the body languages people use that they've picked up from the media. Try to hear the "worn cliche's" (how ironic that that too is now a cliche) behind what people are saying. Especially when things get emotional.

I'm not letting my kids watch TV.

I demand to know who's responsible for this. Kyra Phillips Speaks

My typical JMUN experience:

1. Half-hour long bus ride to USD while listening to Mulvey whistle. Make a lot of Jesus jokes and hold signs up to cars (usually a drawing of boobs, penis, the usual). Occasional paper-wad fight breaks out, bus driver yells at William Wood to stop playing with the bathroom door. Contemplate what I'm going to say to Mr. Williams, the slick bastard.

2. Get there, tap feet nervously with sweaty palms or chuckle at the panicked expressions of the seventh graders, Mr. Williams doesn't say anything to me when I walk up to him. Shuffle off to delegations after looking older and suaver than you.

3. Proceedings underway, prod Jenna in the back of the head with a pen, whenever she raises her hand screech her name under my breath in a raspy voice. Rustle hair, assume a nonchalant pose. Entertain self by drawing pictures of John Lennon on resolutions. Make more Jesus jokes and give the chairs the old eye.

4. Present previously written speeches in persuading tones, walk back to seat with even stride but invariably trip on someone's tote-bag. Sit down, assume nonchalant pose, tap pen, stare holes in the back of Jenna's head.

5. Listen to seventh graders try to talk about politics without sounding stupid, eat lunch and try not to cringe at the 'intellectual' dialogue. Get involved in conversations, sound stupid and young, guess I am. Kick Bryan Casey.

6. After the conference, win every award I can and go home to a hot tub filled with oiled love goddesses, play Battletoads.

Things that annoy Kelso:

-Not doing your reading
-Freshmen
-People who talk during movies
-Sulking
-Lunchtime music
-John Hawkins

For Christ's sake, stop saying Kafka-esque.

Where do babies come from?

Had all four of my wisdom teeth surgically removed yesterday, laid on a couch and vomited four times due to the volume of blood I was swallowing. Woke up early this morning and felt better so I watched Evil Dead 2 and was rather unamused by it. Watched Chasing Amy and was satiated. Groovy.

WiggleForce: yo soy perro, feliz
KrazyWinkerbean: hey
KrazyWinkerbean: whaty what what?
WiggleForce: i think it means, "I am a dog. Follow Satan into the nether."

-10/10/02

My Karma's broken.

Batman is the greatest comic book hero of all time. He kills super-humans for a living using only his intellect and judo-break your face-skills. He's conflicted and dark, and he takes his aggression out on everyone in blind furies. He's rich, he pops sixteen-foot-boners, and he can kill you with the power of his wits alone. Discuss.

I've been reading Michael Moore's website, and why the hell am I getting caught up in all this careful calculation of what to consume and what not to consume? There is honestly no point in depriving myself of music or movies because they might violate some social ethic or break some cultural taboo that would immediately render me a worthless member of the automaton horde. Ghod, I just pulled a stick out of my ass and it hurt. Hooray for Eminem, it's all irrelevant and we should try working together instead of second-guessing everything we do from other peoples' eyes. Maybe it's just me.

"Well maybe Thom means.....girk.....skrrrg.....bphrrrrt.....robots.....
fearfearfearfearsocietyisgoingtoeatyoubuyouralbumsandliveinashedinmontana BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT..................................."

I read an article in an old Rolling Stone at Bryan's house waiting for him to wake up about DJ's who illegaly splice songs together to make frankenstein-esque remixes of songs that have nothing to do with each other. Mm, run-on. Bootlegs and Mash-ups. I'm currently listening to "Love Will Freak Us," a combination of Missy Elliot's "Get Your Freak On" and Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart."

Comedy comedy.

Dsico, a bootlegger and all-around cool person

And light which was borne on my shoulders.

A sunrise is a dappling of yellow over blue.

Seeing a new set of eyes in every unwavering gaze. Taking each step to a symphony of violins. Making every movement like water running through hair. Watching spider-webs clear. Waiting.

It. That's it. I have become overwhelmed by the disfunctional nature of our system. Killing a-rabs in a fit of pent-up testosterone. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I can't even cope with it anymore, and now that we're at war, chances are we're stuck with Apeshit Jr. for another six years. When people talk about the legacy that's being left for the youth of the world, they're right. Look at what we're left with. Just take a look at this big 'fuck you' that's being left on our doorsteps for us to clean up. I don't know where to start to make a difference, though I will do something. I suggest we all do.

I know I have at least three readers who live outside of Scripps High, so I'm opening up the comments to a little debate. Do you think that suburbia supresses creativity and personal growth or allows us to experience music, literature and the rest in an unthreatening, undistracting environment? Personally, I don't know.

Alright, you've had your intellectual reprieve. Now let me pull out my acoustic and play a little poem. If Thom Yorke went to Scripps:

Lock me up
Throw away the key
Nothing's come over me
Something's come over me.

Crush them one at a time
But they breed like rabbits
Breed like rabbits
And they'll fill you up with
Blinding car lights and
This big this big
They're like ticks
They won't wash out.

Lowest ever prices on nothing
Gee it's foggy in here
Gee it's foggy in here
But there's blinding lights outside
And my neighbors want to hurt me
Curl up in my living room
Feel not want not

Tell me when to laugh.

-2/26


Hell, I'm laughing.

Aliens vs. Predator vs. Mr. T