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Wednesday, May 19, 2004
7:27AM
Well, the year's been over now for a few days, but I'm still at school - fighting the good fight, ya know. I guess I'm a sophmore now? I don't buy it - rising sophmore maybe. I'm living with at my dad's house this summer, working at the pizza place. Fun Fun Fun. It'll be strange this summer though - I have a bunch of "school friends" in the area as well as my "home friends". I can't wait to chill with all of em. I think I'm going out to California again this summer, perhaps for as much as a month, or as little as a week. Nothing much else to say. I made it through my first year of college, that's pretty cool. I'm still punk-rock, that's pretty cool too. I almost feel as if being almost completely removed from the hc/punk scene may have been good for me. I'm out of date and the loop on that sorta shit, but I'm still gonna rock what I know, ya know what I mean? It's late. I'm going to go to bed.
Dustin
(17 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Friday, March 26, 2004
1:31PM
I've been listening to a lot of "experimental" and "avant garde" music, like John Cage, Iannis Xenakis, Meredith Monk, Pierre Schaeffer and whatnot. I really like it, more so than I thought I would. A lot of it is oddly beautiful. Like "A Room" by John Cage and Meredith Monk - it's incredible. My friend has a bare bedframe standing up in his kitchen, and last night he started banging on it, and it really sounded kinda like that song, it was eerie. And in the great punk tradition, I heard all that shit and said "hey, I can do that". I really would like to do something along those lines, maybe with a little Godspeed You! Black Emperor thrown in. I'm just not sure I can - I don't know, but I bet it's like abstract painting where you have to be a pretty serious "regular" artist before you can start fucking around with abstract, strange shit. I also recently learned that GSYBE is mostly guitarists, I didn't know that. I know the dude who played the bedframe would probably be into it, and his house-mate is a senior who's really into John Cage and shit like that, like he actually plays a lot of it on the piano, and from what I hear he's pretty sick with it. Speaking of which - have you ever seen John Cage's notation? It's crazy! They're like visual art, but as a representation of music. It's pretty cool.
that's about all of interest - and that wasn't so interesting - so that tells you where I'm at.
Dustin
(2 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Thursday, March 25, 2004
2:20PM
I'm not really sure how i feel about drinking. When you're suitably drunk, things can be nice - I get a little more brazen, and talkative and gregarious - but I don't like what it does. I don't like thinking about the fact that these positives reactions are coming, for all intents and purposes, from a toxin. I don't like hangovers, or that whooshy-stomach feeling I get. I don't like feeling "out-of-control" (not in a violent, or even annoying sense, but the idea that I could be). Mostly, I don't like the idea of being a different person when I'm drunk, especially when that different person seems more socially capable.
(2 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
5:04PM
I haven't updated in a while, I'm never really on the computer, and I'm not too sure how I feel about this whole online-journal thing. Maybe I'm just lazy.
Sometimes when you don't think you'll see someone again, your stomach starts to hurt. And the more you dwell on absence the more your stomach hurts, like you're hungry. And sometimes your lungs don't seem to work, because you feel an absence of air in your lungs if you think about it. And sometimes your eyes hurt, because what you want to see is absent. And sometimes your ears hurt, because you aren't hearing someone that is absent. And sometimes your head hurts, more than your stomach, lungs, eyes and ears hurt, because all it has is memories, and it tries to eat the memories, but memories are never as satisfying as hearing, seeing or breathing with someone. And when someone goes away, you feel trapped, because you're occupying space absent of another. And your not sure eating, breathing, seeing, hearing and thinking will ever be the same again, and it might not be worth it anyway.
And light may hurt your eyes, and sounds may displease your ears, and the air may burn and stink in your lungs, and food may be bland in your stomach, and everything you think may bore you, because in absence you don't have the shield or filter that made light beautiful, and sounds melodic, and air fresh and food tasty and thoughts exciting.
And your stomach, and eyes and ears and lungs and mind may never be the same, and they may feel lacking and clumsy but they will still digest food, process images, receive sounds, inhale air and contemplate ideas. And maybe you can take those memories, and make an artifice of them, and use them to make food, sounds, sights, breathes and thoughts exciting, and beautiful and light and infinite in the caverns of your mind.
Dustin
(2 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Sunday, February 1, 2004
2:52AM
I think it'd be great if you could somehow combine the GingerBread Man and the Method Man. That'd be hot
dustin
(3 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Thursday, January 29, 2004
2:46PM
they built the telescope so only they could see
painted it black + white so only they could see
put it in their pockets so no one else could see....
so i use my slingshot to bury rocks
DEEP IN THEIR EYES.
(Throw A Rock)
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Friday, January 16, 2004
12:18AM
New aim (I still use the old one as well): AmoryRabia68
(Throw A Rock)
12:01AM
Holy shit, it's so fucking cold. The faucet in the kitchen was dripping with a window left cracked next to it. In thirty minutes there was an icicle coming out of my faucet. It's -20(f) with wind-chill. It's the coldest it's been in either four years or ten years, I forget which, but either way, it's cold as a motherfucker.
I feel bad for all my college friends that come from warm climates. I'm fucking dying. It's so cold.
I'm building a fire and sleeping next to it. Oh yeah you heard me.
Dustin
(2 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Sunday, November 9, 2003
4:37AM
I started writing Haikus in class. Here's one I wrote about a water bottle:
O! Aquafina
Your Purity Guarenteed
But Still I Hesitate
(3 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
1:16PM
I've gotta stop procrastinating and get to work. I've got to write this fucking 5 or 6 page essay. Then do about 1000 other things. It sucks pretty hardcore. I wish I wasn't such an ass with how I spend my time. I've really got to institute and stick to a policy of getting my work done before 5 every day (which I should be able to do without much difficulty). I'm also considering putting two or three hardcore weeks into getting my conference work done, so I can relax while everybody else is working.
In other news my friend Oliver and I are going to see motherfuckin' Dan Bern this Sunday - I'm so fucking psyched. We're gonna get some Olives and try to smoke a J or three with Dan.
- Dustin
(Throw A Rock)
11:18AM
Remember when I used to update my livejournal? That shit was pretty cool. But I'm an asshole without much to say, so there you have it.
dustin
(Throw A Rock)
Sunday, October 5, 2003
4:08PM
There's really not too much I can say about this weekend. I mean, it was so fantastic. As far as I'm concerned there were 5 days between Friday and Sunday.
It was not the healthiest weekend, a lot of hallucinogenic substances were consumed, my lungs are screaming for mercy, and sleep is a distant memory. But damn, did we have a devil of time.
Today is a working/cleaning day, and probably one ending early and with Dustin sober. That's a good thing, I kinda forgot what that was like.
Dustin
(1 bleedin' cop | Throw A Rock)
Friday, October 3, 2003
8:43AM
Fuckin' A. I got up for class. Good for me.
(Throw A Rock)
Wednesday, October 1, 2003
For my project I am examining the resistance to the development of the Narmada dam in India, part of the Sardar Sarovar project. Dams, "the temples of modern India”"as Nehru called them, are hailed as the savior of the parched and starving regions of India.
While proponents tout these claims, those opposed to the dam cite the infrastructure problems, the cost and the displacement of thousands of native peoples.
For conference I will be examining how a supra-national resistance movement of native peoples, intellectuals, NGOs and urban greens grew to confront the dams, despite the seemingly antithetical goals of it’s constituents.
I will be consulting books, scholarly journals, news-reports and government documents to explicate how a movement rife with contradictions could grow to a force to be reckoned with.
(2 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
10:06AM
It's not that I want to kill Bill O'Reilly...it's that...I...no longer want him to be alive
Dustin
(2 bleedin' cops | Throw A Rock)
10:03AM
If you'd be so kind as to check the time of this posting, you'll find that I'm awake at an ungodly hour for someone with a class at 11. I woke up at like 8:30 - what the fucks up with that? I was pretty fucked up, I thought I'd sleep later, but no.
I've got Zerner's class in an hour or so, and I want to make a stop at the bookstore before I go to class. I've really got to start writing more songs. I finally have some ideas and I think I'm breaking out of the song-writers block I've had for a while. The new stuff I've been writing is taking a different direction then my older stuff. I'm not going to rip off David Rovics so blatantly. I'm trying to combine the agitator-folk of Mr. Rovics with the song-writing skills of Dan Bern and the punk-rock passion of Against Me!, Homage to Catalonia, Operation: Cliff Clavin etc.
One thing that disappointes me about being at school is that I feel so out of the loop with the punk-rock. There are some awesome people here who share musical tastes with me (vis. punk/hc/thrash) but there's no-one (yet) who I can sit around with and talk about new bands, or how much Confuse rocks, or anything. There are a couple of people interested in getting mixes, and i'm honoroed to facilitate their first expousure to the atrocious madness of atrocious madness, the gist of gism (that one took a while!), I want to Infest them with Infest and Bastardize them with Bastard. They will develop a subtle and nuanced appreciation on the differences between Finnish and Swedish 80's hardcore, they will feel and empathize with the socio-spiritual struggle of Japanese Hardcore. They shall worship at the altar of Los Crudos, They will prostrate themselves before Spazz and they shall know that I Am The Lord God when that first sweet, sweet drop of Gauze carresses their ears.
For the Punx:
As far as introducing people to HC, should I start with the total craziness, or maybe ease it in a little bit. Start with Raped Teenagers instead of Krigshot? Infest before Crossed Out or vice versa? I don't want to make a confusing (ummm... confuse...) first mix. Do you think it even matters?
The first mix is for this dude Ben on my hall who's hella-chill. His sister "works" for the Ruckus Society, and he paints while listening to Minor Threat. I mean, C'mon. Either way, I'm thinking one cd of thrash/HC, one of crust, one scandanavian and one japanese.
Coming Soon - A short homilie on Eastern European Crust. Ohh yah
.No Hay Liberacion Sin Resistencia.
Dustin
(1 bleedin' cop | Throw A Rock)
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