Timid.

Here's Marlowe and Johnny playing beer pong. That looks like fun.
Rural Texas is boring. I think I'm taking a bus to Monterrey this weekend.

sweet or savory?

Impatient with the crawling pace of university bureaucracy and the gaping hole that is my bank account, I went out and got an "easy" job (required: thanks to Justin for informing me that Crepes Parisiennes is not a restaurant with table service, aka a place I could never work). So, friends, I will be working in an adorable creperie until an academic library deigns to give me a job. Google turns up a newspaper article about the place that offers tantalizing tidbits about the owner's stint as a fashion photographer in Paris. But alas, the link leads to nothing when clicked. They didn't really tell me what I would be earning and the interview ended with, "Well, so..why don't you, you know, come in on Friday and...ya know, see how you like it....we can figure out a schedule or something...yeah..no open toed shoes." But nevertheless, it is a job. A JOB. Voila:

Deferred

Hey everyone. I decided to defer my education at SCI-Arc for a year so I could make some more money. Here is a picture of me in my loft, downtown.

I shaved yesterday and everytime I look in the mirror I think I look like a young boy.

My hair stylist yesterday said she was working on a DVD set called "Stripper Wars," along the same lines as "Girls Gone Wild." Apparently she hired a bunch of Las Vegas strippers and had them fight each other gladiator-style. I asked her if they get naked and she said of course they do.

Graham visited a few weeks ago, but we only had time for sushi because I was super busy with an arch class. The class had 60 people in it and made me realize what a true introvert I am.

Give me a shout sometime if I haven't talked to you in a while 512-940-7875. Also somebody get Dax on here. Is he too cool for this?

Army

I'm going to join the Army! if you have any questions, concerns, or if you want to here my plan give me a call @ 248-863-6160...Just wanted to tell you guys...peace!

Ross

The Floor & I

Because, that's right motherfucker, I rented a car, bought a fuckin' futon, put it together ("assembled" it), bought two nice, white pillows to contrast its dark black, and laid down in a moment of raw jubiliation. A hysterical laughter ensued, for at that moment, I knew that I would no longer be sleeping on the floor, no longer keep the company of dust, or open my eyes to find myself looking directly into an electrical outlet. No, I was elevated now, above the ground, better than it. Our little flirtation was over.

Foto Friday, Part II: Random Recent

John and Mouse, Graham's grandparents
Brian's Grill
Fletcher feet through table
Dax and Graham with JOHN WATERS

Foto Friday, Part I: Fields of Industry Recording Session

For those not in the know, Fields of Industry had a recording session two weekends ago. I've heard early versions of the music and it's really good in my opinion.

I sing, play drums, and Casion and accordion. Tristan: guitar. Joel: bass. Eric: guitar and keyboard. Josh: vox and guitar.

Lots more pictures on the way.

Buck Owens could've told you what to expect.

It ain't nothin' but a concrete jungle with people packed like sardines
Where everybody's tryin' to live beyond their means
Where all the natives hurry and scurry too and fro
And like a fleas on a puppy dog they got no place to go.

I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town
Talk about a bummer it's the biggest one around
Sodom and Gommorah was tame to what I found
I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town.

Well, I ain't seen the sunshine since the day that I arrived
'Cause brother I've been busy a-tryin' to survive
Nobody knows you've been here till you're six feet under ground
Than you become a statistic if they remember to write you down.

I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town
Talk about a bummer it's the biggest one around
Sodom and Gommorah was tame to what I found
I wouldn't live in New York City if they gave me the whole dang town...

Everything is happening so quickly!

Well, I guess I am going to be leaving Ann Arbor on Friday. This really sneaked up on me, but I will be filling a rented minivan with all my earthly belongings and driving it to New York . I still don't have a place to live, so I'm going to have to stow my things in a rental unit for a bit, but in the end everything will surely work out and I will be able to move into a wonderful apartment, and everyone will be able to come and visit whenever they please. For whomever I don't see before I leave, I bid you farewell and promise to keep in touch. I'll be back in Michigan before too long.

Just Keep It Straight Pimpin' Yo

Yo, just keep it straight pimpin' is what I say. I'm going to Baltimore tomorrow. So just remembz: just keep it straight pimpin.

The Lord Works in Mysterious Ways

Remember my last post, the one in which I said that I found a cool place to live in New York? Well, I guess I was wrong. I wanted to head out there in about a week, but now I don't have a place to live and am more or less screwed. Moving is a lot more complicated when you don't have a place to move to. I'll keep everyone posted as I frantically try to work this out. Wish me luck!

tentative dostoevsky project

this duplicates my myspace bulletin:

i've had an idea for something that i don't think exists right now, but should: a glossary of all of dostoevsky's characters. being that i'm not a professional dostoevsky scholar, this isn't something i can do by myself. so, is anyone interested in doing this? i'm not even sure if i'm interested yet, but i think it might be fun. what's entailed? reading lots of dostoevsky and taking lots of notes. there could be a whole strategy involved, but i won't blabber about it here, not yet.

message me if you'd like to talk about this.

joshua

I've got a castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell.

It looks like my room-hunting expedition deep into the urban jungle of NYC finally has paid off, as I was more or less offered a room in a pretty nice place in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, a Polish neighborhood in the extreme northwestern part of the borough, right across the river from Manhattan. I saw a lot of disappointing places and became very stressed out and exhausted from running to and fro from subway stop to subway stop, but on the last day of my trip I found a (relatively) affordable place in a three bedroom apartment with a fellow 22 year old NYU grad student who seems like a cool guy, and aparently thought the same of me (gasp!). There also seems to be room to accomodate guests fairly comfortably, so start planning those New York trips soon. I'll be mere minutes from the most famous Hipster enclave in the world, Williamsburg, so bring out your Coverse All-Stars, practice your clever irony, and come to northwest Brooklyn, where everyone unites in laughing at the squares.

Also, I saw a room in the apartment of a guy who played guitar on David Johansen records (Johansen was the singer for the New York Dolls) and also toured the globe as a guitarist for Joan Jett and the Blackhearts (of "I Love Rock and Roll" fame). I probably won't be living there, though, although he was fun to talk to.

Party

Come to Graham, Cait, and Nicole's place for a going-away party! Tonight (Friday)! Around partytime.

fame.

last night i met rasheed wallace.

update from the Burgh.

Hi everyone. Justin and I have initiated a new blog to accompany our relocation to Pittsburgh. I've just posted pictures of our apartment, if you want to see what it's like. http://steel-away.blogspot.com

We've had three days of deathly heat and I'm spending most of my time at the library, logged in under Justin's name, cruising the world wide web. Our neighborhood is simultaneously nice and kind of creepy. When we were still unloading the U-haul a girl in a 50's polka dot dress walked by carrying some sort of home baked good on a tray. She bid me welcome but I was too cranky to try to make friends; she walked on by. Then last night a guy stopped and looked at me and when I timidly said, "Hi?" he responded, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were Jane." "Oh...nope..." and I scurried off, instead of using his mistake to force him into becoming my first acquaintance!

A couple more things about the neighborhood: just up our street there is a convenience store where you can buy beer (this is valuable because all liquor is sold in state stores and you can only get beer at certain places and often must buy six packs at bars). However, in the back of this store, by the coolers, is a plastic bar set up with a TV in the corner and ashtrays and a crusty crazy old woman running the cash register. You can get drunk in the back of this gas station, surrounded by fridges full of beer and shelves full of snacks. Lastly, there's a diner nearby that, I must say, trumps the Fleetwood. Not only do they have gyros, cheap burgers, fries, tuna melts, and stinky locals....they also have banana splits, buttermilk (?!), braunschweiger sandwiches, and bar stools that actually have backs to them. They don't have hippie hash, I admit. But the serving ladies are all over 60 and wear nurse's smocks as their uniforms AND it's right next to a Taco Bell. What did I tell you? Utopia.