400 blogs?

I can't believe this stupid website has been a part of my life for four years now, or that it was influential in the evolution of my writing, and has in fact fed all of my creative endeavors over that time. It's a bit sad that myspace is giving way to facebook, but if nothing is eternal, from art to architecture, why should an amorphous social networking website?

It's been a hard 24 hours. The party last night was full of highs and lows and I think some good people's feelings got hurt, all in the name of art and entertainment and charity and the way we're perceived in the minds of others.

I'm about to go to work.
Afterwards there's the full moon firespinning drum jam at Foster Beach,
Or the Japanese all-girl hardcore band Banjax closing out Clitfest 2008 at Juevos Ranchos
But it'll probably just be me and my sweetie, with hungover canoodling and takeout, cartoons and a hookah, maybe some opium and a lot of photos

it's been a weird four years, and I've been happy to share it with all you beautiful oddballs

400 blogs ago:

twothirtynine

It feels
i've wasted three hours now
looking for local fame and notoriety
through internet popularity contests
instead of writing and now
the tv ads are all pushing motorized wheelchairs
and the cartoons have gotten as serious as they'll get
preaching
environmental
messages
to kids who'll believe in them
until they're old enough to act for themselves and find themselves guilty
because out of the tooth fairy and St. Niklaus and Elmo and Jesus
and all the other bedtime stories
if the ninja turtles or the captain and his planeteers were real
they'd
be
judging me

for running the water the whole time i brush my teeth

maybe it's the news
maybe i'm tired
or lying
but it looks like the skin is trying to melt off john kerry's face

i'm not sure because
even though these walls are thin
I cannot see through them
to the television set
that blues
and strobes
on the other side