Personal info for moonboots
Name: r. richardson
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Notes: Nothing worse could happen to one than to be completely understood. -Carl Gustav Jung
Recent diary entries for moonboots:
blblblblbl. off tommorow (today i guess) at 05.30 to the airport. then japan, thailand, cambodia, laos. worst i've ever done at trip prep. - it's 00.30 and i've still got a couple hours of packing to do. all the trip is pretty well programmed excepting the japan part, and i have no idea what's going to happen there. i plan to eat some of that funny furrin food, smoke several cigarrettes (travel is a bitchin' excuse to rejoin my pale and skinny little long lost friends), and walk around tokyo for 11 days. go up to the stadium in saitama for the semifinal, and down to yokohama for the final. too bad i don't have tickets. maybe buy some discount electronics. i'd very much like to find some gardens to spend some time in. mostly, i'd like to sleep for about three days straight. cuddlycartoonland, here i come!wish i didn't get so aliterative when i'm tired.
lukas, sorry about your ear. still, it's your own fault if you don't stand up for yourself. one day you'll lay down the law and get karna to stop beating you up side the head all the time, i just know it. take back the night, dude.
hey aleric, that's a great stop story. to hear about, maybe not to experience.
reminded me of my brother, the youth pastor, who was similarly profiled and stopped in tennessee, on the way back from visiting his southern baptist alma mater. scraggly-lookin' dude, rusty car, out-of-state plates...asked him the same questions, about the dog, repeated them ad nauseum, never brought the dog but did call in a second squad car, 'cause he was so sure my brother was lying. the two troopers then removed and sifted through every scrap of the foot-deep flotsam of subway bags and sobe bottles (my bra is a terribly messy roadtripper), and opened and inspected his personal effects down to unscrewing and peeking into his contact case, and anything else that could be opened and peeked into. he sat in the back of the squad car laughing and wished he had a garbage bag to helpfully offer. i like the mental image of the two public servants proctecting and serving my little brother (the youth pastor - did i mention? straightest arrow in the quiver) by cleaning all the crap out of his car - getting more and more frusterated with every blackened bannana peel and snotty cleanex they paw through, finally giving up and driving off all hang-dog and ashamed, with an apology. except i don't think they apologized.this makes me wonder: how many people are wrongfully stopped and searched? how many people are found to be carrying something so small it's not worth their time to take you in? compare this to how many times they actually take somebody in...wonder basically what the efficiency of this kind of shit is...also, what if you three had been black? would you have gotten off? the po-leece are a mighty interesting bunch, no? funny, i can't think of anyone i've ever known who's gone into "law enforcement" as a career in who's judgement i'd place much stock, or with whom i could imagine myself enjoying much pleasant conversation, for that matter. if anyone has an example, i'd love for my faith in die politzei to be bolstered. undoubtedly, somebody has an uncle or other close relative on the force, and i'll be backpeddaling on this for weeks...
three drunken hockey cheers for lukas - it's a great day for colorado. too bad you'll never make it past the yankees - i mean, the redwings.
does your insomnia coincide with karna's finishing school only coincidentally? hmmm.
hope the u.s. beats jamaica tonight. hope nobody else gets hurt. just fourteen days 'till the world cup...did you know the u.s. team is ranked 13th in the world? is there any chance this is a correct representation of their abilities and/or chances? no. even so, could this be the year we don't embarass ourselves? um.
the beach boys were a bunch of squares.
trying to read through the koran...i'm still in the second surrah i think...it's a mighty angry and revengeful little bastard so far. although all the stuff about infidels going to hell is salted now and again with an "allah is merciful" tagline...shouldn't be forming opinions this early on i guess, but for my money it doesn't stack up to the opening of genesis in terms of cogency and organization.
speaking of the people of the book - i have to say i think it was pretty poor logistical planning for god to promise the same holy lands to a bunch of different folks - the world is a mighty big place - why not sancify madagascar or belgium or florida? think of all the trouble we'd have saved...
a public service announcement: when eating fruit avoid the moldy rotten patches. if you can't avoid them, avoid enormous bites thereof, so maybe you won't gag and spend the rest of the day and into the evening all wearing the screwface and trying to smoke out that flavourful essence of corruption.
living colour rules(ruled)!
there are seven goldfinches at the birdfeeder, and the strawberries are running - enormous steroided babyfist- sized honkers. so, life is good. and plus, i stayed up 'till three last night watching "mystery train". jim jarmusch's lazy, strolling rhythm is so fine. like wandering around with a friend so old and comfortable that conversation is unnecessary. that's an awefully-constructed description, but maybe it works.all props to frank zappa and all - quite the innovator and conceptualist and tons of great material and sometimes funny - but a lot of his stuff is really not that interesting.
some fella passed nine "free movie rentals at blockbuster" coupons to me at work yesterday - big exciting weekend of slothful screenstaring approaches. any suggestions? i'm thinking wong kar wai, some david lynch (haven't seen barton fink in ages - still need to see mulholland whatsis). need to check-out baggin's suggestions - what is it - wet hot american summer? was kiki's dilivery service yours too? also need something with christina ricci.
now that i do the math - that's like over thirty bucks the dude gave me. should have hugged him.
how come i can't ever seem to convince myself to sleep before shaking exhaustion sets in? it ruins all my days. i think it's because i picture the world/universereality as an overwhelming universal sightless blackness punctuated by blinks of consciousness. wakefulness is then like getting your head above water momentarily. maybe this is because i almost never remeber my dreams, which leads me to suspect (wrongly, i figure) that i don't really dream. these convictions are neither well considered nor particularly rational, but that doesn't stop them from influencing my behavior. which sucks. as much as i am uncomfortable with big bad paul and his gung-ho theology, that whole "i know what to do but don't do it" thing seems pretty apt to me. i used to get into it with aaron olson over this - his sympathies were/maybe still are much more platonic - ignorance as source of disjunction, "if you really knew what was right you'd do it", that kind of business. i figure these opinions are more based on one's own experience of personal agency than reason, indication of which is maybe that he's now a corperate high-flier doing work that interests him and make him tons of money and i'm a parking lot attendant.
i figure drugs are the answer. lukas tells me i should be pounding the valerian root before lights-out. worth a try.
trying to type while listening to a two-year-old give a discourse on food and death and mommy and telephones is very distracting, but also informative. so far i've learned that if you eat lots of food and try real hard you can grow up, that it's possible to type and print and basically enjoy a computer session without even turning it on, when you go to daddy's office sometimes you get special, special candy from the shop, and that if a mommy dies it's because she didn't obey god. also, cousins are big and good. that last one i agree with. i have a ton of two-year-old cousins that seem always to be around lately, and it's lots of fun except for the volume and piercingness of their seagull cries. also they're much nicer in ones - packs of them are downright harrowing to be near.
does anyone have any suggestions for what a body should do and see in japan? i'm over there this summer for a week, and haven't decided what-all to do yet, except eat sushi, visit some temples, hang around some world cup venues, and wander around tokyo listening to cornelius and maybe some underworld and cibo matto and boredoms - actually, picking- out the soundtrack to the trip is the best part of getting ready, so i put off all the other plans to obsess about that. i should really start trying to finagle some places to stay- it's crazy expensive over there, and with the world cup being on, it'll be well-nigh impossible to get even and expensive room. it's a hard life i live.
lots of hyphens today.
hello my name is: ryani'm clumsy and step on toes, so if they're yours blame lukas, who invited me, or pete, who let me in, but for god's sake don't blame me, because this clumsy faux-self- effacing sentence about how it's not to be laid at my doorstep if i offend someone because i'm clumsy absolves me of all guilt for future imagined or real offences. right?
now that i've written "clumsy" 4 times, and looked back at it, i've decided that all things considered, i hate that word.
yes, my spelling and grammar are atrocious, and i should avoid words like "atrocious" because i don't know how they're spelled, but dammit, i'm an american, and me and my can-do amature 'tude are comin' through, so all y'all militant grammarians best step off.
ahhh, sweet verbal diherria.
more important info about me:
i am a: confirmed and very commited jack-off.
i don't think star charts and constellation names correspond very well to what's up there and it pisses me off that i have to fake-up some intermediary mental images of lions and pointy-nosed bears and ponies and stuff and then distort them so they fit. somebody should come up with some new names. at least we don't live in the southern hemisphere where all our western scientific names are boring things like compasses and hammers and suchlike. if anybody knows any aboriginal southern constellation designations, let me know.
ahh, sweet verbal diherria.
some types of dirt and incense smell good enough to eat.
silence is the way to a man's heart.
circumspection is a bitch.
can i say that? is there a profanity code here?
some folk's skin also smells good enough to eat.
i'm hungry and sleepy.
i'm listening to: the mountain goats.
phillis, i'm ashamed to say i've got no present for you. no curtesy call even. but i would like to tell you that i've always admired your taste in pants. hope that softens the blow.
i have a daydream that a japanese and an american person get together and figure out that the japanese "r" pronunciation that comes off in english like a child's cutesy speach impediment has a corollary in japanese spoken with an american tongue, so we both sound a bit silly and daft and harmless in the same way when speaking other's language. i hope it's true.
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