All while surrounded by the atmosphere of television ambience.
Why does America have so many commercial breaks?
Anyway, tonight Greg Jr. (32) and I watched Transformers 2. His dad is the one who started a fight club in high school.
While watching Transformers 2, I found out what it’s like to have a severe case of ADD and experience the solution.
Before Transformers 2, we watched the E! channel for a good hour. It was about the Top 100 Worst Beach Bodies or something, with a bunch of interview clips of flamboyant, no-name critics talking about how people should look.
Ever seen Mike Judge’s Idiocracy? That’s where we’re headed.
My protective sunglasses at work kept fogging up on me, so for the first time I took them off, and minutes later, cement flew into my eye. It took a couple hours to fully blink it out. Eventually there was a glob of wet concrete at the inner corner of my eye. So I took time to be slightly amazed at the human body’s auto-eye cleaning.
Anyway, rumor has it that Will moved to Austin this weekend. So… we need to find out if he’s going to move back in time to drum when Coma goes to the west coast in January.
Today I had a good ol’ traditional lunch with the fam. Then I spent a few hours reading and watching videos about movie director, Ingmar Bergman:
“…There’s holiness in everyone. Human holiness. All else is attributes, disguise, manifestation and trickery. You can never make out or capture human holiness. At the same time, it’s something to cling to. Something tangible, lasting unto death. What happens then is hidden from us. Its only the poets, musicians and saints who may depict that which we can but discern: the inconceivable. They’ve seen, known, understood–not fully, but in fragments. To me, it’s a comfort to think about human holiness.”
After dinner I watched Danny Boyle’s, Sunshine. Thumbsup.
Today I went to band practice and Will didn’t show up. After an hour of Dustin, Tommy and I standing around in the dreadfully cold practice space, we parted ways.
I worked the Skinny Puppy show tonight at Sunshine Theater. I saw Will there, and talked about how mad I was that he didn’t show up to practice. Then we smiled a lot about I-don’t-know-what and I again remembered how hard it is to stay mad at Will.
While washing beer glasses during my barback duties, I sliced my finger on a broken glass in the sink. It wasn’t a bad slice or anything, but I found it strange that it didn’t stop bleeding for a good 5 hours. My band-aids refused to stay on, so it’s possible that somebody got a lip-full of blood among beer sips.
My paycheck is going to be small. A lot smaller than I expected. There were too many snow days this week. It snowed a lot last night. So we skipped work and slid our way home to Albuquerque, first thing today.
I can’t say I’m looking forward to going back to Roswell. The weather is supposed to be some of the same on Monday.
Working in those conditions is a little insane. Yesterday, the temperature gauge read 29 degrees and didn’t change the entire 8 hours. I had to mix loads of concrete, and wheel barrow it back and forth non-stop.
I’ve been cursing putting myself in these situations.
But the good thing is, I’m finding lots of new muscles in funny places.
I seem to be having an excessive amount of celebrity-related dreams in the last week or five. I really should be writing them down more often, because supposedly that helps you become more lucid.
I recently dreamed hanging out with Queens of the Stoneage at their desert studio. I was trying to be cool with the bassist, Nick Oliveri, but was constantly trying to beat my own intimidation of him. And Weezer has come up again. I seem to dream Weezer a lot.
One dream that I thought was most significant and intricately developed was a dream where my entire life was a Wes Anderson movie. I don’t know how I know that, but everything in it was of the style of Wes, including dialogue, colors, and dramatic flavor. Basically, there was a knowing that I was experiencing a Wes Anderson movie from the first person.
I was with Natalie Portman. I had a playful Wes Anderson-style relationship with her that had not revealed much romance at that point. We both had vespa-style scooters, and we’d ride together around the city, a place that was clearly not Albuquerque. In fact, nothing from my life now was any part of my memory in the Wes Anderson dimension.
Natalie and I were merging onto the freeway on our scooters. She flashed a smile at me from her scooter and sped in front of me. She went ahead, and I soon saw her lying in wreckage on the side of the freeway.
The most vivid image was from my point of view, kneeling down to her as she lied in a pool of her own blood, looking up at me as I bent down in front of her. In the most Wes Anderson fashion, she confessed her love to me before her last breath.
As tragic as it was, it was going to be fine for me, because in all Wes movies, no matter the circumstance, you know everything will be okay, somehow.
Sometimes dreams are so vivid that you have to question whether you’ve been catapulted into another dimension for a new experience.
Sound crazy? There’s a chemical in our brains called DMT, a naturally occurring substance that can be harnessed in a crystalline form, smoked, and will send a person on the most intense psychedelic journey, one that appears more real than our reality, yet is quickly forgotten the same way your dreams fade from memory upon waking.
While dreaming, your pineal gland naturally pumps huge amounts of DMT into your brain. And the only other time that happens is when a person is experiencing death… a common time where people begin to encounter “the afterlife” and “heavenly beings,” or even “hellish fear”.
There is a book I’ve been meaning to read about it, written by a doctor named Rick Strassman who conducted tests at the University of New Mexico, called “DMT: The Spirit Molecule”. According to parts I’ve read, some people are launched into enlightening, beautiful, heavenly experiences, while others may find themselves in the midst of butt-raping alligator beings.
Oh, the tangents to be taken with such a topic. Maybe I’ll buy the book and write more when I’m better informed.
I first saw this in May 2009, and hope you also find it to be well worth watching.
This interview was vital for me to see a few months ago. It takes place in 2001, during the release of Vespertine.
Bjork puts forth a rare, vibrant presence as if her mind constantly swims in imagination. She’s definitely on the list of my most admired human beings of all time.
Work was easy today. I slept in till 8 a.m. (a luxury), and only worked 3 hours because we were snowed in. How cute, six grown men snowed in together.
There’s not much privacy in Cozy Cowboy Cottage. There are 4 of us in one room. There was one point where I was obligated to entertain 2 of my roommates while I was playing guitar. I played Hendrix and Weezer for them. They were attentive, belly-down on their own beds with fists digging into their cheeks. I soon discovered that all they craved was Volver, Volver, a Vincente Fernandez hit. I don’t really know why I expected any different.
Brian told me about meeting Wiley Brooks, of the Breatharian Institute. If you are curious about the following, I highly recommend visiting his website:
How you can get initiated into an accelerated ascension process to reach the 5th dimension before 2012, when the Mayan Calendar ends, and hence, the world.
How Wiley can lift 1200 pounds without any previous weight training.
How Wiley can survive every week with only 7 hours of sleep (total).
How Wiley can go inhumanly long periods of time without eating or drinking anything.
Why consuming nothing but McDonald’s Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a Diet Coke is necessary for enlightenment.
…And finally, how he’s charging one million dollars, that’s $1,000,000, to learn how to do all of it.
Work was easy today. I slept in till 8 a.m. (a luxury), and only worked
3 hours because we were snowed in. How cute, six grown men snowed in
together.
There’s not much privacy in Cozy Cowboy Cottage. There are 4 of us in
one room. There was one point where I was obligated to entertain 2 of my
roommates while I was playing guitar. I played Hendrix and Weezer for
them. They were attentive, belly-down on their own beds with fists
digging into their cheeks. I soon discovered that all they craved was
Volver, Volver (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cU1X9dStun0), a Vincente
Fernandez hit. I had nothing to offer them.
Brian told me about Wiley Brooks, of the Breatharian Institute. If you
are curious about the following things, I highly recommend visiting his
website:
How you can get initiated into an accellerated ascenscion process to
reach the 5th dimension before 2012, when the Mayan Calendar ends.
How Wiley can lift 1200 pounds without any previous weight training.
How Wiley can survive every week with only 7 hours of sleep (total).
How Wiley can go inhumanly long periods of time without eating or
drinking anything.
Why consuming nothing but McDonald’s Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a
Diet Coke is necessary for enlightenment.
…And finally, how he’s charging one million dollars (via paypal) to
