Sunday, September 30, 2007

the room got heavy

hey everyone. guess hwat- raymi is in america- or maybe she was in america recently, but it's an interesting thing to do, reading about a normally in toronto person's take on america.

violating no social rules, i am going to tell you about googling andrew's name! it used to be (like a week ago) that when you googled andrew's name, the first hit was this; but now it's this. oh wait a second, wrong, i must have googled something else to get to the story about andrew's lunch in a wine bag. ha ha ha ha ha. i was there when he made that, i remember it, pretty funny, i was surprised to read about it again.
is reading this post making your insides boil up and froth with anger? if so, there is truly something wrong with you, and what that thing is is called "hypocrisy". examples of hypocrisy: when you tell someone that they need to do their dishes after every meal, and then you don't- and instead of admitting you were wrong, you start harping on some other little thing that your housemates do. hypocrisy is when different standards apply to you, than to other people. i also think it goes without saying that hypocrisy is bad. have you ever HEARD of hypocrisy? like, what is it in a fable? a fable?

ugh what the fuck, i need to go grocery shopping. i don't have any friends. does that please you? if so, that is pretty fucked up, i would go to far as to say it's VERY fucked up. that's called schadenfreude! uh oh! seriously. that's also pretty bad. i think that i SHOULD have friends- i would go so far as to say that i am (currently) a good friend to those who deserve it. have you heard the word "deserve" before? it means when you are judged by standards that should apply to everyone. oh yeah, currently. maybe not in the past. well certainly. but please.

you know what? i don't think i've ever listened to i can hear the heart beating as one, before. i'm listening to it now. great. my only friend is a cd. it's a good cd i guess. i guess maybe i listened to it from that comp that came out. i got into an argument with one liz gallardo in 2001 about whether sonic youth was better than yo la tengo. it was a funny argument i was wrong, YLT isn't better than SY, and it didn't really get supported by any evidence from either of us, and we were just walking through the hall. when i think of the memory my brain doses me with the thought of an ironing board. in that same hall that guy named tennessee grimes was once at a party and had taken a lot of cough syrup and was holding himself terrified and miserable, an inch away from a doorjamb.

moby octopad + and then nothing turned itself inside out + better aspects of painful + ride the tiger's cover + covers album + the room got heavy
v. sonic youth's entire catalog + thurston moore's friendster profile

yeah- i think you'd have to take it song by song, like a high shcool tennis tournament, ranking the songs and playing them against each other, and scoring it like that (internet research needed- i didn't play high school tennis). i'm not qualified to do this, unfortunately. there's a lot of each band i haven't heard, especially ylt.

uh, i need a b l t. ok goodbye.

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