Seriously.
For those of you who think it's all about cool dramas and speeches and expensive Dinner theatre, keep on believing. But oncethat shit starts to seriously break you down, the whole game changes up. You start learnig things about yourself that you never would have imagined. On the one hand, it can be a great adventure and process of self discovery. But be warned... Not everything in there is friendly.

So now what? Sorry for the rant, but shit is getting crucial now.

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I need some love from Brothers and Sisters. Is anybody reading these rambles...?

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So I tried to recaulk my shower tonight.

Dude.

Fuck caulk. Fuck it hard, fuck it dirty and degrading. That shit gets everywhere, it sticks, it stinks, and it's the devil's semen. Fuck caulk.

On another note, open relationships are tough.

On another nother mother note, I called my mom on her birthday and she was sober. The English language doesn't have words to describe my elation at that.
Namaste, douchebags. ;)

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So Brig and I were at dinner tonight, having a wonderful time at Meli eating lamb and duck and shit like that... then an awkward topic of conversation came up and things got a little uncomfortable. We spent awhile working through it and eventually came to a good place. So then we went over to the bar and had some pastries. The topic of conversation turned to the Flying Spaghetti Monster (your lord and mine) and His dominance over the Universe. Brig didn't believe that such a thing existed, so I went to pull out my phone and google FSM baltimore in order to show her that he was alive and well and posted on a billboard in Hampden.
Well, I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone, and instead, out came a lacey black thong. An effing sexy one, no doubt. I laughed, and Brig asked why I was laughing. So I showed her the thong and said "Well loookeeee here. Looks like I must have borrowed this from you!".
Brig replied: "That's not mine."
It was someone else's thong in my pocket.
But... clean.
We have no idea whose it is. It fits Brig,and I can't think of anyone else whose thongs I might have stashed in random jacket pockets. I mean... it COULD be someone else's...? Maybe? But it fits Brig, and it MIGHT be hers, so we're just gonna say that it's hers.
Unless anyone out there is missing a sexy black lacey thong, and might have stashed it in my jacket...??

So I've been working with some basic chi kung exercises for the past few months, mostly working on trying to develop sensetivity to the energies and movement. Lately I've been standing for 15 minutes in the 'mother posture' and seeing how that goes. Feels usually like a little ball of energy is rolling counterclockwise from my left hand, down my arm, through my chest, up my right arm, to my right hand, then over to my left.
Anyone else had any similar experiences? Any good books or exercises you can recommend? I've been enjoying Mantak Chia's stuff. Any input?

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All my posts lately are so aggro!!! But I can't help it. Life is pissing me off. Rather, people who control our lives are. What am I getting at, you ask???
I went to Arby's to get a thick delicious jamocha shake. I grew up drinking them. They've been a staple of my diet for thirty goddamn years. So I get one today, take one look, ad kindly ask the nice Vietnamese boy behind the counter:
"excuse me sir, but what in the name of Allah is that?"

The motherfucking thing has swirls of chocolate in it.

He replies: "that's a jamocha shake. They change it now. New shake."

New motherfucking shake.

Seriously???

You don't fuck with the classics, people. Two words: 'New Coke'. That didn't work either, did it?

I blame Starbucks. That's it, I'm converting to Manicheism. The world, this world, is run by evil Archons and overseen by a terrible Demiurge. I want out.

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'Heroic chic' and heroin addicts.

'shopping vintage' and just looking homeless.

'being homeless' and just not giving a fuck about your life anymore.

Dancing in the streets and walking in the middle of the goddamn road.

Baltimore banality and Maryland melancholy.

Ironic hipsters tshirts and people who really DO want a revolution via Che guevarra shirts and keffiyas.

//rant

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Quothe Roots Manuva:
"God-damned motherfucking son of a bitch."

So I'm reading USA Today earlier, enjoying an article about Battlestar Galactica. Keep in mind, I haven't seen season 4 yet. So I'm reading some character bios, when all of a sudden: "blah blah blah, such and such, the final Cylon etc etc". YUP. Just like that, and they just throw a fucking spoiler. That's a BIG fucking spoiler, bitches!!! So I'm pissed about that.

On to other things.

My man Kian had his birthday last week, and asked me to DJ at X S for him. Now, seeing as how Kian is the one who taught me the craft in the first place, that was a mighty honor for me. So that was awesome. And then, I went and saw Tricky at Rams Head Live in Baltimore. Great fucking show!!! I've been wanting to see tricky perform for years, and finally got my chance. The show was absolutely awesome, and I even got to chat with him afterwards. The only thing that I regret is not hanging out longer with him, because he was actually really approachable and cool. So that was a great experience.

So, that's all for now. Three more flights home today, then off to San diego tomorrow. Good sushi to look forward to. Do we have a Body out there?
93s!!

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In thetime that it took to write that, the shuttle came. Woots.
So, took my II* at KTO and had an absolutely wonderful time. The people up there are always so welcoming, Ive been fortunate enough to be able to extend the hospitality of my house to a few of them in the past.
I'm really looking forward to this NOTOCON. I bought a new laptop an a little portable DJ controller, so we'll see about the possibility of a post-Mass rave. :)

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Srsly. Got an app for my iPhone. So... Srsly.

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This was my first NOTOCON. I don't even know why I'm trying to write about it, because there just aren't words to express it all. I have to agree most with the person who said that NOTOCON was like having a long distance relationship of intense passion and yearning... with entire host of people. Or, they said something like that. Anyhow, I'm going through the comedown now, and the melancholy of it is such an interesting experience- I can only remember a few times in my life when I felt this way. There's definitely a sweetness to it for me, though. A pleasant feeling right in the center of my chest, knowing that everyone is spread all over the world, yet can come together for an event of such loveliness and fraternity. I made a lot of contacts during this weekend, and I plan on USING them. So to everyone who I talked to, expect a visit soon!

I can't think you all enough for the conversations, advice, support, and love. Especially after the Mass, when I was dealing with some things that I wasn't exactly prepared for. Thanks for helping me through, and deepening my understandings of Beauty and Strength.

Much love to you all!!

Alright so admittedly, it's been a few years since I've kept up with a Live Journal, and it looks like a lot has changed around here, so bear with my if it all looks completely sophomoric and lame. I'll get into the rhythm of posting regular stuff, I promise, but it's gonna take a minute. In the meantime, why don't you take the time to make me some soup?