EighteenBaldingStar

You could've been a wonder.

Trying to dovetail an absurdly gorgeous day into an eventful evening. I'm skipping a party. Yes, me. Skipping a party. It didn't dovetail with the comedy show plans for later.

We went to a nursery today, bought a bunch of containers and plants... basically hot peppers of several varieties, cilantro, basil, what have you.

It was $ 222.

I could back a frigging pickup truck up to Albertsons and fill it with peppers and basil for $ 222.

We're getting back to the land, in case the shit goes down. You urban folks will be fighting in Thunderdome for canned beans, and I'll be snacking on homegrown habaneros and cilantro.

Maybe I'll get a goat. What I really need is a lawnmower, but I figure the goat can handle that. Plus, goat cheese. Are they tricky to milk?

(Pause. Picture me milking a goat in my backyard with a big bowl of cilantro and peppers, wishing I had some chips.)

Before buying the world's most expensive cilantro, we went to the gym. It was a masochistic hour and a half. I lifted weights with 30 second breaks between sets for a half hour, then climbed on the step-mill for 55 minutes at 70 steps per minute, watching a killer hockey game between the Caps and Penguins.

(Did anybody see that save by the Caps goalie? I think it was on a Crosby shot. He was totally out of position, and reached back wih his stick and plucked it right off the line. Pretty incredible.)

After that, we went to Ted's for lunch & a drink. We meandered around downtown, and then went to the nursery to buy the aforementioned. I'll be sure to take photos of their progress. Let's treat it like we cloned the family dog.

In other Dude-related news... I spent some tax return money on a loop station pedal, a new set of hi-hat cymbals and a talkbox.

The talk box arrived Friday. I was playing with it until 1 in the morning up in the Boogie Station. It's pretty strange. The pedal itself has a pre-amp, and a little speaker that is the diameter of the tube.

You run your guitar through your normal rig and amp, but the entire sound is diverted through this rubber tube that you attach to your microphone. The sound travels through the tube and into your mouth, and you echo it back into the microphone. Nothing comes out of the guitar amp; it is all funneled up through the tube and through the vocal amp.

Trippy. And fun. And kind of gross, because of the spit factor. I sure am glad I didn't buy a used one.

Anyway, as much as I'd love to sit here and transcribe all of the ridiculousness that is my life, I gotta go. (I capture less than 1% of it here. If I had a dollar for everytime I said, "I wish I had a camera," or "I should write this down. Nobody's gonna believe it," I'd have a lot of dollars.)

There's livin' that needs to be done.

Peace.

I don't care what they say about us, anywayI don't care about that

I am wearing a mask right now.

I think those pork pathogens might find their way to Montana.

Who am I kidding?

There aren't any brown people or Mexicans here. Really. Bozeman is the Whitest place in the lower 48. (We all know Alaska comes correct. Inuit, yo. Seal fat!)

And I grew up in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, which was whiter than Dairy Queen.

Bozeman is whiter.

Say it ain't so.

Oh yeah.

Alright.

Got brass in pocket.

I'm gonna make you notice. Detroit leaning.

Everything that keeps us together is falling apart.

I got this thing that I consider my only art

of fucking people over.

My boss just quit my job

Says he's going out to find blind spots

and he'll do it.

The 3rd planet is sure that they're being watched

By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped.

When you get to the promise land

Your gonna shake that

Eyes hand.

Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.

And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.

Outside naked, shiverin' looking blue, from the cold

Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.

Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used

To be three and not just two.

And that's how the world began.

And that's how the world will end.
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A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the

Water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter.

When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming

Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and

Another had been found another ocean on the planet

Given that our blood is just like the atlantic.

And how.



The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go

Straight long enough you'll end up where you were.

x3


Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.

And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.

Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold

Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.

Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used

To be three and not just two.

And that's how the world began.


And tha'ts how the world will end


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Step aside and let the man come through. He doesn't know where he is going.

I miss the New Orleans humid blanket.