Sorry bout the quality of the pictures, i was really drunk tonight; i could hardly figure out how to turn my camera on, let alone point it anthing worth taking a picture of; the best one i got out of the whole night was of this urinal. Can't really tell you why i took a picture of it though...
I talked with Bridget on the phone earlier about tonight, and she sent me over some info; I gotta say it, it's great to see someone organizing and shaking up the scene, we need more of this sort of thing. This is another sign post in my "burlington music scene revival" theory. Thanks Bridget, see you all tonight @ Pearls!"I started Wyld Stallions Records as a way of using my already established connections in the music industry (from working for an online music magazine for two years) towards social action. It is a nonprofit record label, which sounds like an oxymoron, but as "Caring is Knowing" shows, can work out. The compilation, to fight AIDS, with all profits going directly to Vermont CARES, includes tracks from NINETEEN local bands. One more band and we would have had to make a two-disc set. The artwork was done by Hilary Glass. The project was very DIY... color copying and burned CDs, but I think the result looks professional. The CDs are being sold for a minimum donation of $5. Several downtown businesses including Pure Pop, Downtown Discs, The Body Shop, The Peace and Justice Center, and Ben and Jerry's are carrying them. There is even a month long concert series at the downtown Ben and Jerry's scoop shop in the works for this spring. Peter Jacobsen (executive director of Vermont CARES) and I are blown away by the response to what started as a little project to waste some time. I'm hoping to now register Wyld Stallions Records as an official nonprofit in the state of Vermont so that we can accept donations to fund future CD projects to benefit various causes. Check out www.myspace.com/wyldstallionsrecords and www.vtcares.org.
-Bridget
ms today; I hadn't been there since Angela had her dinner party, and even then it was at night and I only got to see her lovely old home. I had even forgotten how to get there!
passed an old farm house that was abandoned and boarded up; we both agreed that it should be saved; it made me think about the Seamonster Cartographers, and whether or not 
their charter includes invading condemned or publicly off-limits locations... If it does, than count me in; I want to map and photograph abandoned homes.
I took a tenative step down and a deep echoing "KccccccccrrrrraKkkk...." Echoed across the field. This was a challenge I thought!
kes that were falling created a sort of veil over everything around us; the only thing I could hear was the sound of my feet on the snowy ice, lake Champlain quietly rolling onto the rocks, and an occasional exclamation from Eva when she would find something new and lovely. Before we got back into the car, Eva asked me what I was thinking about and the best I could answer was that it all felt so mysterious, she smiled and nodded, there was something quite unsettling and yet romantic about it all, the dark cold sun, empty trees, lovely vacant houses and roads, the thin thin ice.
Eva has posted her first VLOG at Bunnyspice.com, documenting the very same day at Shelburne Farm; it's a lovely peice set to Portishead and amid lovely icey winter moodiness, me... doing Ice Ballet; oh christ...
Hurry Home.
....said i sound like the other guy that quit, other staff people, if you wanna take the drinks away from us, fine, but that's not what you promised us.
.....valentines day, winter plunge thing, marti gras, you know, it don't cost much, beverage costs is low, beverage costs is not out of control. then he tries telling me i was drunk in here, on top of that my girl's giving me trouble at home and i come in here and my boss is starts telling me he's gonna start changing our benifits, and that's not what i signed on for
... you promised us two drinks at work is ok, yeah well... yeah, he says maybe you got a problem if you have to have a drink at work...
i, that's not what you promised when i moved up here for this job. Yeah... You know me, when i get antagonized i get defensive...
yeah....
anyway i gotta get going gotta put a car starter in my jeep, but i don't get out till after 10....
drivin from burlington, yeah...
Either that or i gotta get up at frickin 6:30 in the morning.
Yeah. Yeah.
bye.
...Tell him this story about how this guys trying to reneg on my drinks!
END.
Poor Guy, sounds like he's got a bunch of shit on his plate and no fork...
DO: Listen to Stereolab's Dots and Loops while multi-tasking, you will get everything done, and done well.
DON'T: Ever eat a "Mama Celeste" Mini Pizza, at least when it's been cooked in the microwave at Pure Pop... half of it was nuked, the other half was cold; i ate the whole thing w/ maple sausages and now i'm gonna go hurl.
The Bovine Bugle
d. I havn't seen the final edit; but from what i have seen you can expect many things, including: drama (the Offasty!), excitement (Figure skating), social commentary (bolsheviks!), Culture (Indie comics!) and much much more; plus if you look closely enough, little ol' me might be making an appearance; in comic form that is.
I only had one thing on my list of to do's today, and that was to drive up to Highgate and get my blank checks that were sent to my P.O. Box up there. It was the perfect day for a drive, dark and drizzly; Eva gave me a set of little speakers to hook my Zen up to; I was ready for a little driving and smoking; it has to be one of my all-time favorite activities, just that minor sensation of temp
orary freedom; that you're transitioning and traveling from one place to the next, that this in between time is mine for however long. Outside locations pass by and new ones come up, and pass again; and I would imagine this is as close to meditation as I can get, at least right now in my life.
n; so now it just sort of sits there, mostly empty with a few random chairs and miscellaneous junk scattered around. Once a year or so I get the key and head over there and poke around for a while; opening drawers and checking cabinets. I usually make my way up to my old bedroom which is nothing more than a pile of clothe
s and books and papers. So I thought, well I've got some time; and maybe I can find a tape deck for my truck while I'm over there, and usually I find sometime of passing interest, a favorite book, a CD that I haven't listened to in years or a picture that I forgot was ever taken.
is wasn't one of those homes that look really nice and clean and kept; there was always dog hair on every couch, cupboards left open, food out, dishes in the sink, books and random things everywhere; it was a functional home; though not entirely functional even then; my dad did most of the work on a renov
ation in the early 90's and there were always random switches and outlets that never worked or switched properly; some were upside down. Though he did try to incorporate some novel ideas that, at least for the area hadn't been widely attempted before; all the doors (to the bathroom, mud room etc.) all slid into
the wall (like on star trek.) though he never got around to putting locks or handles on them so there was always a lot of embarrassing bathroom walk-ins; He did successfully install a central vacuum cleaning system; which I thought was outrageous; but I also used to ask to go to the bank whenever anyone went cause I loved to watch that pipe suck deposits up through that tube; seemed so futuristic...
ld wool blanket; a jacket and and sweatshirt. I found a time capsule that me and my first friend Adrian made in the fourth grade; I'd opened it up once before, and since the seal had been broken everything inside had molded and disintegrated; I pulled out scraps of paper with some writing I couldn't read, a painting that had fallen apart into many pieces, the only thing that was still intact was four action figures from the old cartoon MASK.
enough to remember now; one was of my parents at their wedding; the other one of me wearing a "Missisquoi Hockey" sweatshirt and another of me my father and my sister down in the basement; I think we were helping him load the wood furnace.
use me to remember are boxed away somewhere, or strewn about my abandoned house; I didn't have a bad childhood; I had a great childhood, I just wish I could remember more of it.
next door, the store, my mom, my dad, our dogs and the trees on the front lawn; crab apple tree, lilac bushes and two maple trees, the dirty basement, the cramped attic with the itchy fiber glass insulation. None of which really added up to anything more than broad sweeps of texture and emotion.
