Friday, December 4th, 2009
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11:56 am - New Recordings
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Tuesday, September 8th, 2009
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11:57 am - New Column
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Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
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10:35 am - New Column
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Sunday, November 16th, 2008
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6:48 pm
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Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
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8:47 pm - Defibrillatorism #1
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$2 in person, $3 with shipping. All proceeds will go to fundraising efforts for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention's Out of the Darkness Overnight Walk. Please help out.
E-mail: quit.talkin.claude@gmail.com to order.
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Tuesday, March 18th, 2008
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1:19 pm
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This has become little more than a singular destination which allows me, in the mornings, to follow Mitch Clem's Stupid Life, receive PJ's eccentric updates, and, on occasion, see a passing word from more distant friends, all with as little typing as possible.
I make no assertions about follow-through or frequency, but my intention is to reposit any future communiqués to the collective entity colloquially known as "the internet" at:
ihatetheinterstate.blogspot.com
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Monday, December 31st, 2007
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5:03 pm - Tortilla Flat
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I've nearly posted passages from this book almost every day this week, this one was too good to resist:
"They did not awaken quickly, nor fling about nor shock their systems with any sudden movement. No, thay arose from their slumber as gently as a soap bubble floats out from its pipe. Down into the gulch they trudge, still only half awake. Gradually their wills coagulated. They built a fire and boiled some tea and drank it from the fruit jars, and at last they settled in the sun on the front porch. The flamin flies made haloes about their heads. Life took shape about them, the shape of yesterday and of tomorrow."
- John Steinbeck
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Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
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9:10 am
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Mediocre worker seeks par time oppurtunity:
Minimal responcibilities wanted. Job must be "Dog Friendly" and preferibly in New Brunswick. Being able to come to work high a must, being able to get drunk on company stock while at work a plus. A cable package including the history channel, discovery, and at least two related channels an absolute must. Expected salary of $5-10, but $15-25 if I have to do actual work. The ability to play pool for free all day a plus; a lax attitude towards punctuality and attendance a definite plus.
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Wednesday, July 11th, 2007
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7:45 pm
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Dear friends,
G4 is running a contest to send an American to compete on Ninja Warrior... this is, in fact, the single moment I've been looking towards, unknowingly, for my entire life.
In order to enter the contest I must submit a video demonstrating to the judges why I am qualified to compete.
I need from you, my friends, suggestions of deeds to do and treacherous places in which to do them; preferably unmolested by officers of the law.
Also, I video camera.
Please help me fulfill my dream!
I'm very serious!
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Monday, May 7th, 2007
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2:01 pm - california stars
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even with the sress and uncertainty of tour looming on the very immediate horizon, being finished with school and work for two whole weeks i feel an immense releif. i challenge anyone to listen to "california stars", in the car with the windows rolled down and on a day like today, and not feel that you're moving uncontrolled and inevitably west. we're all ultimately moving toward some kind of paradise; today i'm driven, mostly, by the sound of eighth notes being clattered out on a piano and the smell of fresh cut grass.
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Wednesday, April 26th, 2006
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3:54 pm
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i feel like i owe myself words... not words composed to tell a story, to batter my head against the gates to a dream i'm losing sight of as i begin to size up the opposition... but words inward, to reflect on the past year... and the time before that... i don't come to grips with my missing of things past, of people gone... i ignore and bury till the first warm breezes come with the marking of another year and blow my cover... exposing what i try to hide, thrusting it into my drunken face like, "happy birthday, asshole"
what?
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Friday, March 10th, 2006
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11:55 am
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Thursday, December 8th, 2005
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12:32 pm
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"and how good it felt to kill the memory of nights spent holding your shirt for the smell" and jay smalls leans into me, sums up everything i'm feeling saying, "i can still remember what this song used to mean to me, i'm going to get another drink."
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Monday, October 24th, 2005
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3:00 pm - providence
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through the rain through the afternoon, to liquor stores that don't carry 40's and greasy spoons with "coffee milk"...
ratty carpets, grey walls, the double hits of tuning guitars (they never quite make it)...
there's a sudden excitement of basements or living rooms filled with strangers...
strangers with comic book backpatches, and pretty strangers, and strangers who know about tomatoes and blueberries. strangers who paid attention and strangers who moved.
breakfast, repeatedly, throughout the weekend and constantly improving.
new records, old comics, polaroid pictures.
100,000 miles...
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Sunday, October 16th, 2005
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12:06 pm
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if someone ever compiled a book of my life and there were quotes at the openings of all the sections (and of course there would be), i think i'd like one of them to be:
"mr. narrator, this is bob dylan to me, my story could be his songs, i'm his soldier child" - d.boon
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Monday, August 22nd, 2005
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12:16 pm - "can you see the sunset from the southside?"
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check one more dream off the list and head up route 18 with the windows rolled down. double nickles on the dime plays low and the conversation rolls freely, from social schisms to tour plans and onward to 6am. tales of jackassery and unlikely dialogs chew away at the night. why does anyone bother to sleep through nights like these?
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Sunday, May 29th, 2005
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12:16 pm - i'm not usually very big on the self promotion thing...
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but then again, i've never done anything in my life i've been as proud of as the recordings i've just finished with "the measure"
www.myspace.com/themeasuresa
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Saturday, March 26th, 2005
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10:18 pm - daily affirmation
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my fingers are passed sore and into numb... the nerve endings have shut down from 9 hours of steady abuse... i have a new used leather jacket that somehow became mine in a bartering to finance this recording... i have hours of overdubs and desperate attempts to sing to a reel of magnetic tape ahead of me... i still have half a bottle of jameson's left, and monday morning i will have me a sammich should hell itself try and stand in my way...
winter exits lamb-like stage left, we are done with you motherfucker!
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Friday, March 18th, 2005
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6:06 pm - whiskey, women, and backgaurding
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from circular discussion in smoke and dinge trying to define "primitive" as it applies to music to maelstroms of sweat and feedback finding that definition for ourselves, our lives are lead in poorly lit bars and basements... aluminum cans, unfiltered cigarettes... the imagery is redundant, the buzz and racket constant...
maybe it's just the winter finally ending but the energy grows every night like a storm...
to my friends: i love you and thank you and kindly request that you continue to buy me whiskey at every opportunity!
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Monday, March 7th, 2005
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7:42 pm
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warms hours on the porch, chilly walks through cemeteries talking about life and futility... out of context and strangely perfect in it's own right... crowded sweaty basements and steamy storefronts... quiet bars behind locked doors till 4am... it's been a good couple of days... a really good couple of days... still, as the wind down i feel trapped, beaten, and so fucked up i'm going to explode... i can almost do it... i can almost move...
"i miss the thunder, i miss the rain"
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