Off I go to the big sky country.

It's the time of the season for loving.

So I finally got a myspace account. I've had one or two before, but I didn't really pay much attention to them and eventually they went away. This time I don't plan on letting it go away. I'm going to accept friend requests and even send out some of my own. Fancy that.

Part of the reason for this sudden embrace of myspace, is that my myspace account will play a significant role in the online persona I have created. I have personal pages at youtube, garageband, cdbaby, blogger (of course), and now myspace. I've done my best to link these all together so that so that anybody who gets interested in one of my online projects can get lost in it for a little while if they want to. You can bounce from page to page and maybe come out at the end with a little bit of respect for what I do with my free time. Maybe you'll even come out with a copy of mjk is dead in your hand. The literal money shot in this whole thing.

The best part, for me, is that this digital persona doesn't cost me a dime, so I really have no reason to get rid of it. It will be here up until the server farms run out of juice. Furthermore, the only maintenance it requires is the fun kind: generating content. Given, I might outgrow it, or it might even outgrow Me. But that is the future. For now, it feels as if I have created an institution, which is almost as good as getting paid.

Maybe if the internet went away I would be cleaning my house rather than running free face recognition software to see what celebrities' photos an algorithm thinks my photos best compare to. Maybe I would be in a band on tour like I think about every day, rather than running this very complicated artist simulation program.

What if the internet went away? Disappeared. No matter what anybody did - error.

As long as there weren't planes falling out of the sky or any of that nonsense, I think it would be much more fun for everybody.

"I'm tired of this blog." he said.

He sat in an expansive sunlit bedroom with speakers in the walls that played some kind of red wine afternoon latin music, and he spoke out loud to himself, "I'm caught in a feedback loop."

this is a good joke - this frying bacon

the idea was to change things but i feel the same

i don't have aids because i haven't been tested

I've been given one but i don't know my own name

try try try try try try try try try try try try

I just realized that since september 11 and the unraveling of my country, I have in accordance with this unraveling reduced my contribution to the economy of my country. Up until this era of decay, I was a contributing citizen on track to achieve great things for my country.

And now I wonder, is this how empires fall?

When I feel self-righteous I also feel depressed.

the tears come more easily these days

i never had to hold them back before because they didn't even try to come

now when they come

i have to remind myself not to fight them

when you cry over silly things like songs and books and movies

you make up for the times in your life when you should have cried but you didn't

this is the place of art

it is a gift from god which allows us to forgive ourselves

I am neither charming, witty, nor especially interesting to be around. I have my moments, like anybody else, but alcohol or some similar substance is usually involved. Therefore, my social achievements are mostly tainted with the same shadows that follow a successful athlete who uses steroids.

Being an artist, this fact sometimes troubles me, as most famous artists appear to be unusually charming, witty, and fun. However, I just read a quote from Oscar Wilde, and it makes me feel a little better about being standoffish, introverted, and somewhat socially awkward.

"A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise."

Thanks, Oscar.

I am continually amazed by how much time one can waste in front of a computer.

one day the world will recognize the genius of bradley nowell and his band, sublime.

i just watched the video for November Rain by guns n roses,

and i am not ashamed to say i liked it

i suppose i always have

in 1993 i was 13 years old

lately ive been getting into pavement again

i'm sure they wouldn't be offended

Today I ate chinese food.

My fortune cookie says:

YOU HAVE MADE A BRILLIANT CHOICE TODAY

What could make a man more happy?

I am home again, not at the house I grew up in, but in my home town, which is Los Angeles which is not a town but more like a state of mind restrained only by mountains and deserts and oceans.

I am a dedicated Frank Black fan, but for whatever reason I never bought "pistolero" or "frank black and the catholics."

Right now I am at my brothers house in Altadena.

He has both those records on his computer and a nice dsl connection and a half bottle of good whiskey in the freezer.

I am content.

i am so glad that i live a life incomplete

and that my pursuits are all half-assed

and that my mistakes are therefore poorly rendered

and therefore hard to recognize

as a wise man once said:

"But I was using my WHOLE ass."

blogging

feel like blogging right now

and i got this blog here

not much else to do

i typed "pop goes lethal" into the youtube search engine and i got exactly one result:



interesting. lots of cool feminine images drawn from older movies and stuff.

and yet, i don't care.

all i care about is my own stupid crap which is probably about as worthless as this, if not more so.

and now that i look, my crap is way, way more worthless, if youtube stats are any measure, which they are.

and now the question:

is the world better off with one guy, some leonardo davinci motherfucker, making up all the worthless crap?

or is the world a better place now, because thousands of people can contribute to the pile?

if you have an easy answer, than you probably haven't probed this choice as deep as it should be.

and that would make sense, because right now we live in the world where thousands of people toss in their half-assed opinions

if you probed the question deeply you would see that it is simply a manifestation of my own inner contradictions

fine

another piece in the puzzle