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thiel @ 2:50pm: from bangkok, I follow a local to a side-street
Her strategies for resisting the heat include keeping her legs wide apart and pausing in shady sections. She might be a hundred years old. She talks with another local - about the weather? - then turns down a side-street. Here, there's a mood of siesta; indeed, one man has stretched himself out on a tabletop. The woman enters a restaurant that is also a place for commercial sewing. While she reads the paper, a younger woman fixes clothes and watches the telly. I watch passing tuk-tuks and fruit vendors, tapping my foot. It doesn't look like she'll be leaving any time soon.

thiel @ 11:20am: from roissy, I follow consumerists to a flight
Two boys, looking expensive. Even their haircuts advertise a high price. We pass through the security check together, then I follow them around duty-free. This terminal is new, vast, covered in mirrors. At Beauty Unlimited, they sniff the Hugo Boss perfumes; at Printemps, they browse the Armani shirts; at Sunny Days, they head straight for the Ray Bans; at Pure and Rare, they gain access to the Cigar Cave. One of them is wearing white pointy shoes; the other wears black pointy shoes. After another lap of the boutiques they watch people playing video games. Both of them have their i-Pods on.

Suddenly, White-Shoes meets an old friend! The friend is relatively uncool, and everybody seems embarrassed. These people are so sincere. I realise that I cannot understand social contact without laughter. Over to gate E51, where the flight to Istanbul has been delayed. The two boys hover near the counter, and manage to be the second pair onto the plane. I watch them along the entrance ramp, tempted to wave; then I walk towards my own gate.  

jacksonpublick @ 10:18pm: A Little Update About Shirt Club
Hey,

Just a few words for you Shirt Club subscribers and enthusiasts, since I've been getting a lot of questions about it here in the comments section...

Though Shirt Club has been running extremely smoothly--especially considering the haste with which we established it and the unbelievable volume of orders we've received--we have experienced some unexpected and unavoidable production delays with some of the shirts, leaving some of you shirtless, baffled and maybe even a little hurt.

For instance, we actually blew out American Apparel's entire nation-wide stock of eggplant ringer tees with our Billy Quizboy T-Shirt. So, while most of those orders shipped, some of you won't receive yours until American Apparel makes more and gets them to us, which we're told will be this week.

The Rusty's Day Camp shirts experienced a slightly different problem: American Apparel shipped us nine boxes of navy t-shirts with white rings instead of our full order of white t-shirts with navy rings. So we had to delay the print job on that shirt, and we'll be starting it next week.

A very small percentage of the Sgt. Hatred t-shirts were printed with misaligned logos, so rather than send crooked designs to people, we're having some of them re-printed.

Lastly, a tiny minority of you loyal Subscribers are still waiting on your Brock Samson Kodokan Blood Judo bonus shirts. Again, this is because American Apparel didn't have quite enough of them in stock at the time we ordered them.

And so, we humbly apologize to all of you affected by these shortages and delays. We appreciate your patience, we haven't forgotten about you, and we fully intend to honor each and every order just as soon as supplies become available.

Hopefully this post answers most of your questions, but in the future, the best place for you to direct any Shirt Club-related correspondence is vbshirtclub@gmail.com. But please...DO NOT email us at that address unless you're a Shirt Club customer with a legitimate Shirt Club issue! It is not a mailbox for fan mail, complaints about the show, or requests for internships, interviews or answers to your burning questions about Dr. Girlfriend's gender!

...but enough about business...

While you wait for your Shirt Club shirts to arrive (and by the way, you are soooo gonna want this Sunday's offering!), why not while away the hours enjoying our latest episode? The delightful, Doc Hammer-penned "Tears Of A Sea Cow" (formerly "Murder O'Clock"), is already available for online viewing at adultswim.com...


We Love You,

JP


P.S. Some of you out there have found a way, intentional or not, to coax a full subscription order out of PayPal. Don't even try it! Your money will be returned immediately and the order will not be honored! Subscriptions were only available for a limited time for the specific reason that we do not make a habit of over-printing these intentionally ultra-limited-edition t-shirts. So we cannot honor orders for expired shirts because there simply aren't any extras.

P.P.S. Don't be suckered by eBay offers on official Shirt Club shirts. I've seen the same seller hawking ten copies of the same shirt in like four different sizes, and no individual ever ordered that many of any of them. Not saying for sure they're fake, but it's pretty damn likely. And come on...no shirt is worth $75. Okay, maybe that sleeveless New York t-shirt that John Lennon actually wore, but that's about it.

dystempted @ 9:33pm: Who watches Zack Snyder?
Sigh.

The trailer for Watchmen makes me very sad. It's so painful to see a graphic novel like that get turned into another trying-too-hard-for-darkness wham-bam-kablooey Comix Book Movie.

We all knew this would happen, right?



Laff.

entheogeneric @ 8:43pm: why is the path unclear when we know home is near?
I'm tired of people only wanting me when they want me. Sounds like a loopy statement, I know.

It kinda feels like...

Feed me. Fuck me.
Leave.

With EVERYONE. Every male, at least. Rob, Jason, Andrew, my dad. I'm so tired of it. So so tired.

resonantfish @ 7:06pm: Indecision
I'm trying to come up with something of a 'style guide' to keep myself consistent on the next comic, and I'm finding it impossible to decide which 'me' is ME. Maybe they all suck - but I just want something that I can easily brush out that has personality and some resemblance to myself. Maybe I'm just not finding the right combinations of details, because I like small aspects of all of them. Maybe I shouldn't use a brush. Maybe I should pull an Alex Ross and just do quick traces of photos. There's going to be a lot of talking heads - hopefully with some interesting variation and variety thrown in.

Opinions please.

entheogeneric @ 2:40pm: Speaking of spending...

I just bought these:

http://www.converse.com/index.aspx?mode=pd&sku=104358F&csid=87#productdetail

I reallyreallyreally love the whole 1940's/50's THING, the whole FEEL of it. Like, Amanda Palmer and Rockabilly and pin-up girl and wedge sandals and just...ALL OF IT!

entheogeneric @ 12:31pm:
I have a tiny bit of a spending problem. The Pros:

• It's a new cc with a lower apr than my old one
• I actually have a job to pay my bill with and said job just gave me a five dollar raise (I'm now making 16/hr)
• I pretty much bought essential or fairly essential things (clothes for work, some shoes, sunglasses, makeup, underwear, drugstore stuff, etc.)

The bulk of the money was a tuition payment made to Hunter. So, it's not as if I've spent hundreds of dollars on crap.


That's all. Just rationalizing to myself. My last credit card was spent mostly on going out and pulling out random twenties (to aid in going out). I think I'm learning!

laurasubby @ 1:36am: So here's what happened.
I went to work on Tuesday morning and then I met Dean afterwards and I stayed at his place Tuesday night. The fan was on in my window the whole time, as usual. When I came home Wednesday morning, I discovered pretty much my whole room covered by a layer of fine black soot. The fan, of course, was pretty much black.

My landlord had not told me in advance that guys were coming to repaint our fire escape, which is conveniently located on the window that faces my bed (where, incidentally, I am frequently naked). The mess is because they sanded off the old paint. When I spoke to him on the phone, he offered only his apologies and that I could ask the super to clean up or help me out in any way I need. I am not planning to ask her to do anything, and she shouldn't have to do anything. But anyway, I've been pretty mad, as you might imagine.

I had work yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon til late, and then I had work early this (Thursday) morning. So I haven't had a lot of time to deal with this. So far I've got clean bedding, I've cleaned the parts of the floor I walk on regularly, and I've loaded up all the clothes and towels and things that need to be washed, as well as all my poor stuffed animals. The rats weren't affected too badly, but I am a pretty bad rat mom for not having cleaned their cage yet. It looks as if they were pretty much spared, but that seems unlikely. I probably just can't see the soot in there... or they've already licked and inhaled it all. In any case the damage was done before I came home Tuesday morning, but they aren't sick, so I think they'll be alright. I haven't been feeling well either, and energy's been hard to come by and harder to maintain. I changed the water in the fish tank, at least. I'd been putting that off too.

Tomorrow (Friday) I have a psych appointment. My folks are gonna pick me up with all my laundry, and after the appointment I'm going to wash stuff. When he's done with work Dean is gonna come here and help me clean up some, so I'll do my best to get back here by like 10 after 6. Whatever isn't done washing can be returned to me on Saturday.

It's going to be so hot tomorrow. So deadly hot. But I want to get some things done while I have Dean to help me. I'd like to aim for the following:

*Clean the fan off as best we can, and the areas around the fan
*Clean the rats' cage and change their bedding
*Throw out a bunch of shit that I don't actually need
*Clean the lamp/shelves (it's a lamp with shelves!) next to my bed and the stuff on the shelves
*Get my jewelry together in a bag or something to clean later

Even that short list seems rather ambitious for one extremely hot evening. Hopefully he can motivate me. Saturday I have work, and I don't know about Sunday yet.

I know I'm still inhaling this shit, because I keep coughing and my nose is all blood and black stuff. The poor little rats.

I am really lucky I have such helpful parents and such an awesome boyfriend.

laurasubby @ 1:05am: Freaks and Squeeks
It took a while to catch up since this comic has been running a few years, but it was a really awesome read. I am in love. It's about mice!

quepid, posting in entomology @ 12:56am: Male Luna Moth (Actias luna)
I heard this fluttering against our kitchen door and I spotted a beautiful male Luna Moth (Actias luna).

My wife and I took turns photographing, here are our results (click to enlarge):




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an_su, posting in entomology @ 1:48am:

A yellow grasshopper (?) on a sunroot leaf... 

laurasubby @ 4:46pm: It's 91 degrees.
I am HOT. Hot and lonely. But also sleepy and lazy. It's too hot to do anything. Like write much. Things have happened. Stupid things. I am tired and lazy. And can't deal with things now. It's too hot. But it is the kind of night where I'd love to go have dinner with somebody someplace air conditioned, and chat, about them, and forget myself, and forget the stupid things. Dean's busy tonight. I'll see him tomorrow night. So, since I don't have many friends, I doubt there's much of any socializing to be had tonight. Maybe one of the roomies.

Oh man. I have things I want to tell you, LJ. Nothing life-changing or ground-breaking, just things. Stupid things. Soon I guess.

entheogeneric @ 3:06pm: You can never hope to understand the source of our power

It's probably not a good thing that I'm getting emotional and conversational fulfillment from one person while not exactly getting sexual and affectionate fulfillment from my actual boyfriend.

I think I'm going to find somewhere to sit and write for awhile after work. Today has been an incredibly blah and lazy day.

I have so much potential. Why am I not using it?


Do I really want to go on this trip? My father has convinced me that the trip itself is vital to my existence. Seeing my island and my roots would really affect me and jump start me and blah blah blah. I just have a kind of bad feeling in my gut. Maybe I'm just projecting, though.


The point remains that he knows I want to leave him. And he's trying to plan a vacation with me?

It's very wtf indeed.

I don't think I'm a pretentious academic asshole. I just think I'm hella interested in that which I am putting so much of my time, energy and money into pursuing: my education.

Fact:

I was sort of repulsed by him the other day. It's as if, all of a sudden...everything about him was abhorrent to me. The way he smelled, looked, felt, his voice. I felt no tenderness or arousal for any of it and it was just so sudden.


I want to write my short stories. I guess it's just...figuring out plot. I'm really into character studies (I know, a character study does not exist in a vacuum and things have to happen in order for the character to be, well, studied.) but not overly certain of plotting and pacing of events...of the narrative.


ugggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh. I know I'm not stupid. I just wish creative writing came to me as easily as academic writing did.


I know I'm cut out to create. I do.


My back kinda really hurts.


I bought Vol 2. of The Sandman and Kissing Dead Girls by Daphne Gottlieb (she's a performance artist/poet/writer/angry lez-bi-feminist)

thiel @ 5:50pm: I follow a girl to the suburbs
Rushing along rue d'Aboukir, just in time for the post office. She drops off a bunch of parcels then starts walking more slowly. Her t-shirt is lurid green, and reads "SOUL SISTERS." Into Coccinelle for a four-pack of beer, then down to the station at Chatelet. Of course I lose her: I see hundreds of people, but they are all other people. Then a flash of green! I squeeze into her boiling carriage. Sweat. When I get a seat I am across from two different men with the word AUSTRALIA on their shirts.

We disembark at Parc de Sceaux - south of Paris, leafy - and follow rue de la Duchesse du Maine to rue du Marquise du Deffand. How aristocratic! Here, the mansions have tiled roofs; the streets are remarkably silent. The girl reaches a tudor-style home and jumps the tall gate to enter the property. I count two cats and two Mercedes. A woman steps into her front garden and I feel guilty about being on the street.

thiel @ 7:20pm: from Paris, I follow a pretty man to my boyfriend
This man is so poised that he makes his plastic bag look designer. Red singlet, red belt, red shoes. Smoking, he makes his way up avenue Gambetta alongside the cemetery, overtaken by crowded buses and a flowery limousine. Into McDonald's, but only for a pee; then he meets a friend on the street. Together they walk right past the cinema at which I'm about to meet my boyfriend.

zanduar @ 12:36am: Also since I won't be around too much, just have to repost this from allnerdreview or resonantfish, yeah, that guy.

CLICK ME GOD DAMN IT

entheogeneric @ 2:57pm: wish me monsters

Andrew and I had been discussing going to Puerto Rico for quite a few months and now it's a last minute rush job of will we or won't we. I tried to break up with him but... He Wasn't Having It. And now, this trip might coincide with my sister's reception. I need to be in New York to attend her party. I know for a fact he's making this trip with or without me, but it seems as if he doesn't really want me to come. Even though he assures me he does. I kinda feel like...he'd ruin it for me. I've never been and I've dreamed about it for so long that it's taken on some mythical status. I don't want him to kill my enjoyment of the island.

See, I'd like to go on this trip. I don't feel I'd be "using him" for it because it's not as if he'd be paying for everything. In fact, my being along and the financial help I'd be able to provide would probably open up a few more favorable things for him. I kinda just wanna go, wander around alone, take lots of pics...eat lots of fruit...look up extended family I've never met and buy my dad a nice Panama hat.

His control freak nature would probably ruin that for me.

I think I also kinda don't like him because he doesn't court the approval of my friends and family. Not that I believe someone should pander to my loved ones...but within my culture...a man has to respect your father. He has to say hello and interact with him. My dad is the type of guy that men KNOW they have to impress in some way. They either have to be really intelligent and good at conversation or at least nice guys who'll listen to him go on and on and on. I don't see him doing that, which is strange considering how much he reproaches me for my exuberant personality and how open and friendly and outrageous I can be. And by that, I mean...he seems to be someone who does feel the need of others approval or at least doesn't want other's disapproval.

I saw a text message in his phone about him not wanting me to meet a friend of his because I would freak said friend out. He also told me I was almost belligerent when meeting his crazy best friend Leanne. This is who and how I am. I'm loud and friendly and boisterous and I mean well, I think that's pretty obvious when someone meets me if they're not a complete asshole.


On another note:

Season 7 of Buffy really did have a lot of Deus Ex Machina type things going on. I'd read that somewhere on Wiki and now, having seen it, I can agree.

sidceaser, posting in davemckean @ 1:46pm: Keanoshow: July 31st 2008
Hi everyone,

Looks like round 2 of the release of Keanoshow is coming up. Most online retailers are giving a date of July 31st 2008, and that matches the sell sheet on the New Video website as well.



Hopefully we won't see another year-long delay.

art_lurker @ 8:50pm: remember this one?


it's done now


i'll feel better about this series when i have more than 3 done...


i took a break from painting today to go to the farmstand and buy a lot of tomatoes and then i brought them home and covered them with salt and ate them up.

it was delicious.

also, i'll feel better about this series soon too:

there is just as much work to be done with these...
i'm getting better at getting as much work done as possible
it's a lot of trial and error with my schedule
5 am - 8 am is still the best time for embroidery though

also, here is a picture of bosaki. he is wise and gentle.



more drawing now.
and hearts semicolon

dystempted @ 12:17pm: Magnetic Fields: I don't wanna get over you...
Hello, livejournal. Remember me?

New US tour dates have been announced for the Magnetic Fields this fall. Advance ticket sales are starting around, oh, now.

They are playing in a movie theater in Jersey City on October 23. If I'm not at this event my soul will begin to wither...

Who wants to go?

thiel @ 1:00pm: from chartres, I follow a loner to a tour
He passes me in the courtyard and walks towards the cathedral. It's dark inside. He looks at an ancient door, then the ceiling. Towards the front of the church, he notices some sculpted edging and examines it closely. Passing St. Antony of Padua, he crosses himself. (A surprising choice, actually, since most of the other visitors appear to have a special devotion to Our Lady of the Pillar.)

Outside, he takes "Straight Step Street" (also called "Three Step Street") then shelters beneath a tree to hide from the rain. I copy him, one tree along. When the rain has stopped he wanders along a side street where a sign reads WELCOME BUSES. Then he wanders along the road leading to the station. Back again, along the first street, glancing at memorials. It rains again. He shelters beside a door. Then a bus arrives. He's the first to board, and takes a seat in the back left-hand corner. 

mys_ebrel, posting in entomology @ 9:50am: Thought everybody would be interested in this...

http://news.aol.com/story/_a/mystery-insect-bugs-british-experts/20080714194609990001?icid=100214839x1205838100x1200282745

thiel @ 5:45pm: from sours, I follow a bride to a horse
I am among the first to throw my petals when the bride emerges from the village church. Others join me; there are cheers. There's also a horse, which the bride kisses. Her attempt at mounting it fails, sadly - too many airborne roses, perhaps? But the horse manages to feature in all of the photographs, calmly munching its mistress's bouquet.

mcsweetie @ 2:21am: I have this weird compulsion about erasing my past. I don't know why I do it. I've thrown away so many drawings and paintings and writings and photographs, recorded and erased so much music, cut off so many people, and deleted who knows how many journals (digital and analogue). I've been writing online for over a decade and I barely have more than a few paragraphs to show for it (how long will this stay up?). I repel me.

mind you, this isn't coming from a bad place and I am most definitely stoked most of the time I'm awake. the reason why I bring this up is because some months ago, during the worst year of my life (2006), I wrote about how it's such a waste of time to try to do good things and help everyone you can and try to better yourself at every opportunity and be the best person you possibly can because it will never return to you, trust me it hasn't for me etc. but as it turns out, that I was wrong. if you just be patient, the hard work you're doin' will come back to you. in spades. I know, because it happened to me.

the only other advice I can give is to watch for coincidences in your every day life. I dunno if there's a god or an allah or a vishnu or whatever, but if there is some kind of other-worldly kick-assery kickin' it from a cloud, then the coincidence is their way of giving you a wink and a thumbs up.