Clearly...

...this is the most important and exciting thing that has ever happened in the world.

I don't know who has been keeping this a secret from me. But that person is a cruel person.

It

has

everything

i

have

ever

liked in my life.


Bjork - Triumph Of The Heart

Sungjae | MySpace Video

I want to be stuck in that video as a cameo forever and eternally. Like, if I had to just be a party guest or the cat's friend or something, and then when the movie was over we just started over again ad infinitum, I would be glad to do that.

I think break is a great time because I remember the things and the people that I like and who I am when I'm not fighting anything. Then when I come back to fight I'm a lot less tired. Expect big things from me.

-medulla kevlongata

Drinking coffee...

...in a corner, with my laptop, and it's cold outside.

...must be the holiday season.

...in the great white north.



I've finished traveling for the end of december. It went like this.

15 hours, GA to KS. 10 hours, KS to TX. 2 hours, TX to NM.

Got presents.

4 hours, NM to TX.

Got presents.

1 hour, west TX to east TX. 2 hours, TX to MO. 2 hours, MO to KS.

Got presents (!slapchop!).

2 hours, MO to KS. 2 Hours, MO to MN.

Getting qt with some very nice people. Better than presents.

Man o' man does 23 feel older than I used to be. Friends are engaged. Friends are married. Friend is divorced.

I want each of you to be happy as you can be for as long as you can.

-exhaustevin

reading...

...gud. A follow-up-esque thing about schools and why they are depressing sometimes.

Now, there's probably some good stuff going on somewhere. I haven't seen it, though. Therefore, it's difficult for me to describe it.

I was in schools and community after school spaces quite a bit in the last couple of weeks of the semester, wrapping up tutoring programs and collecting forms and all that business. While I was in those schools, I guess I just saw more things that made me frown than things that made me like, "woah, childrenz w/ growing brainz!"

While I was waiting for a kid to get picked up by his parents at the main elementary school I work at (the school refuses to provide transportation for my 24 tutoring kids so their parents, who usually work evenings, end up leaving work to get their kid) I picked up the school news letter and looked over it. The front page blew me away.

The introductory comments of the "Wildcatzette" read:

From the Principal's Desk....

I would like to stress the importance of reading in this month's edition of our newsletter. Reading is the most critical skill that we teach in school. Without reading, none of us would be successful! It's true! How else would your children be able to order off the menu at McDonald's or pick their favorite game to play at Chuck E. Cheese? How would our teachers know what course to take in the summer or how to select the latest best selling novel at Barnes and Noble? Listed below are a few tips for increasing reading at home with your child(ren). Please encourage reading everyday in your house. Your child should be reading at least twenty minutes every night at home.

1 Read aloud to your child every day.
2. Read different types of materials (newspapers, comic books, magazines)
3. Ask questions about what your child is reading.
4. Take your child to the public library.
5. Read for fun!

Sincerely,
Dr. XXX

I imagine something struck you as...vaguely wrong here. The principal has a DOCTORATE. They went to school for SEVERAL YEARS to hold this position. Yeesh.

On a me note, Manhapitan is much suckier when no one you know is in town except for your family. I guess I wasn't great at making friends in high school. Minneapolis will certainly be blast of fresh (cold) air.

-wildkevzette

Handsome...

...men.





Meet my thesis committee!

And a giraffe!

(The giraffe is not on my thesis committee)

-kevmaster

i like sports....

...and i don't care who knows.

But i usually don't write about it. The only thing related to sports that i write about is Ron Artest. I think this is probably because i love Ron Artest. He likes to fight, talk a lot of nonsense, and play defense. Ron Artest is his own man. You can read the first of many things i plan to write about Ron Artest in an earlier post.

Here are three things you may not have heard about Ron Artest.

1: He is not above throwing shoes to gain a competitive advantage (you have to watch to the end).



As a particular press conference involving George Bush Jr. has illustrated, throwing shoes can be awesome, whether your adversary is a bunch of imperialist assholes...or it's Trevor Ariza.

2: He used to drink Hennessy at halftime of NBA games.
. Like I said, Ron Artest is his own man. However, Ron Artest is not a role model.

3: Ron Artest loves animals. He is a spokesman for PETA's spay and neuter campaign.



Perhaps he is a role model, in his own special way.

You can have your sports icons, i don't want them. Me? I like my sports figures with some swagger. Ron Artest thinks that in his own way he's a more valuable player than Kobe Bryant. Ron Artest wants to fight Ben Wallace. Ron Artest's dog's name is John Henry.

For these and several other reasons, i think that Ron Artest might be my favorite professional basketball player.

Whew!

In me news, i am applying to law school. If anyone ever discovers this shit, i will not be accepted to any of them.

A role model in my own special way,
-kevronron

things...

...i want for Capitalismas

Freedom Tray

Hand Gun

Dog Snuggie

Yacht

Slapchop*

A star named after me in the star registry

Going Rogue

Rogue Trader

Rogue

Infrared Rotisserie

Americans create, advertise, and buy some really, really stupid stuff.

My sister asked me for a "stoneware (corrected) muffin pan" and she was totally serious. I will keep mocking her on this blog until she decides to read it. I now know she actually reads it, which somehow escaped the spies at google analytics....blast!

Shopping shopping shopping (pick me up somfin)

-mas for kev

*I actually really want a slapchop. Please, someone get me a slapchop.

Internetz?....

....On Airplanes?????

Ach! This plane is definitely crashing.

Also, please enjoy your mealz. I'm going to New Mexico without my sister because she has swine flu. I think it's because of all of the kissing parties hosted by her theater company.

As a result, the only think that makes being at my fathers house even remotely bearable is not going to be there. If it's even remotely possible, I'm bout to get all wasted.

Ugh, just realized the gravity of the situation.

Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it.

Thought about it.

This boat is obviously sinking.

-kevin turkey

p.s. We got the dog yesterday. His name is officially Manny Pacquiao. And he has wormz.

p.s.s. Hilarious foto comparison.

listening to melt banana....

...has at once brought me a step closer to a permanent place of hyperactive, ecstatic mania.

It has also delivered me to the door of a nervous breakdown.

I thought about ending there, but it seems dangerously close to twatting.

Uh, i've been meaning to start listening to melt banana for like 4 years. Never did. Finally bought some songs on the internet. And when it comes on itunes i force myself to listen all the way through. And it's good. Like, really good. But i find myself bouncing uncontrollably and getting funny looks. It's also become clear that listening to what is the sonic equivalent of a pixie stick is not conducive to clear, well thought-out writing.

RaWR!

-ekvin

here's....

....a bunch of reasons why schools in the Americuh are the not good.

1/ Wall decorated with strange dogmatic instructions for learner outcomes like, "Student will demonstrate adequate control of first-person narrative in written work." Who the fuck is this for? 3rd graders? Teachers? I, for one, was TOTALLY INSPIRED by these things, which are all over the elementary school.

2/ Cafeterias smell like factories, just like when i was in school.

3/ 60-something year old, white, mean teachers are sucking the will to learn out of 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th graders who are not white everywhere i turn. It hurts to watch. Why don't these teachers get fired?

4/ Clear de facto segregation, even in the most "progressive" of southern college towns, Athens, GA.

5/ In the, "Where can I look to find facts?" poster outside of a 2nd grade classroom, "Google" ranks 4 spots above "Books".

This stuff just struck me on my last day of the semester for facilitating a tutoring program for 3rd and 4th graders. It might be my last day ever, depending on how things shake out.

There are also good things about schools. Children are awesome. Some teachers are awesome. But even visiting a school for an hour and a half a week for 6 weeks makes it clear that we're doing something wrong.

i have no control over 1st person narrative.

-kevucation

Am i still in the South?...

...I am, without a doubt, in the South.

This is just a brief little description of where i went yesterday, so that i will not forget it.

Sometimes, i write this as letters to space. The nice thing about these letters is that the internet is infinite carbon copies.

I went to a town that is sort of a suburb of Atlanta (~20 minutes away), it is a strip mall paradise, Emily reminded me what a subdivision is. This was a town where i think most of the houses were situated within subdivisions.

I was in this town to get my car's windshield fixed. I have a friend whose brother installs them for a living. She has become a consistent person that we spend time with, along with her kinda boyfriend.

She is friendly, optimistic, and energetic, if a bit neurotic. She has a southern accent that seems to be fading with more time in graduate school. She is not an idealist and it is clear that she has some issues with race that are embedded in her mind, probably due to a certain kind of upbringing that was cemented when no one was willing to tell her not to be a racist.

The plan was to meet at her parents' house, have her brother install my windshield for $165 dollars, possibly have dinner, and then to go home. I guess I've been so insulated from this 'America' that I'd forgotten what it was like. Immediately upon shaking hands, I was transported to my fathers house. A man with a medium build and a goatee, drinking beer and taking down his above-ground pool for the winter. A woman cleaning her house for the week, Velveeta cheese on the stove, and a bible verse pulled up on a laptop. Football was playing on three televisions in three rooms with a radio broadcast game in the garage.

My friend's brother had an adorable new baby, and the baby's mother drifted aimlessly from place to place as we waited for my new windshield to set.

There was a cute small dog. It liked to chew on golf balls. If you hit the balls into the woods with a golf club, the dog would sprint in and retrieve them for you. The dog had dark fur with tan accents. As Em and I stood, watching the brother hit balls into the woods, two other children riding a four-wheeler, and listening to stories about my friend's childhood, the sister-in-law made a seemingly innocuous observation.

"Good thing that dog's black. I white dog wouldn't fetch them that way."

I laughed at the observation, not knowing what it meant, in an effort to be polite. I'd laughed at everything i heard to that point, even though most of the jokes were not funny. Then Em and i made eye contact, and i realized that i should not be laughing.

In fact, i was appalled. I returned to a moment minutes earlier when my friend told me that that the family had left their old neighborhood because it was too "dark". I was reminded about this later. I also returned to several things that just...were wrong I've heard my friend say. Her kinda boyfriend calls her out on this stuff, usually before I open my mouth.

Anyway, this was all disgusting. Em and I sat with our friend in the living room, and ate chili and velveeta and cheese and watched football. Then we drove home feeling kinda sick. Or I felt kinda sick anyway.

The short version brings me back the title of this post.

I am, without a doubt, still in the South.

love,
-kltee

ifyoufeellowtoday....

...ihopethischangesthat.



hellyeah.

-unikevin

ode to...

...the dreadlock rat tail guy.



Esteemed Rat Tail Guy,

There is something growing out of your head.

What could it be?

Did you rush your barber? Pay her for 95% of a haircut? Insinuate that his razor might be put to better use on his lady's moustache?

Is that valiant tress the last known member of the famed dreadlock resistance army?

Or is your skull simply pooping?

Your girlfriend is not attractive. That's ok. She never says anything about your smell and will even occasionally attend your Devilstick competitions.

You are a rogue agent, Rat Rail Guy, and that's fucking righteous. Grow that thing out ad infinitum. No person can take your head poop away from you. It is yours and yours alone.

Your hairdo gives honor to all of that lone dred's fallen brethren.

I salute you,
-rat terr

this is what happens...

...when a chubby Jewish man who has henceforth written shallow, amusing, strange, and catchy ditties starts to write about what is in himself. What results is all of the best neuroses of Annie Hall and Portnoy's complaint whined over music that is serious, sad, and serene. But still strange.

Witness "Eskimo Snow", the newest release from Why?. I bought this record because I liked the self-titled Joey played for me in college. I've been listening to it a lot and the lyrics of the song below ("Into the Shadows of My Embrace") are something special, I think. I played it on the radio the other night but the person in charge of me made me turn it off after he sang "masturbatin".


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I conquered my own childhood silence and now the world is my lit confessional marquee,
but it'd take a busload of high school soccer girls to wash those hospitals off me

Oh, am I clean?
Nineteen.

They said sex will keep you young and make you older at the same time,
They said sex will have left you aged normally,
And so I guess it's sorta like smoking and walking at the same time
In that it will have left you aged normally

Oh, am I clean?
Lord, please, why me?

I wish I could feel close to somebody but I don't feel nothing.
Now they say I need to quit doing all this random ffff-(uckin)
Now I think my upstairs neighbor hears me masturbating,
And there's other one's peeping through the slits in my curtains
And I never got a name for my shady compulsion
'Cause i messed up and kissed my shrink in a jersey city hotel room..
And I know saying all this in public should make me feel funny,
But ya gotta yell something out you'd never tell nobody.

We found the dead fox, and a dozen matchbox cars, when we cut back the hedges on Cortelyou place,
How many got lost left so long they grew moss 'cause they recoiled into the shadows of my embrace?
We found the dead fox, and a dozen matchbox cars
When we cut back the hedges on Cortelyou Place,
How many got lost left so long they grew moss 'cause they recoiled into the shadows of my embrace?

Oh, am I clean?
Lord, please, why me?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dunno...I thought that these lyrics were pretty good and expressive of why (Why?) people sing disturbing and/or embarrassing things on physical artifacts (albums) for thousands of listeners forever and on. So I gave them to you in print.

You should listen to this album.

i'll never write a movie with a father character who speaks like an animatronic in an afterschool america,

-kevin?

Sometimes it's hard...

...to say goodbye.

Apparently, Geocities, the free webhoster, is closing. (Thanks to lastplanetojakarta for the linked tip).

I am not particularly depressed about this, but It takes me back and makes me feel a little weird about how in my first computer class (possibly my first point of contact with my lord and savior, the internet) we had to make geocities pages. Mine failed terribly. I am not tech savvy.

So yeah, something foundational in my experience with a daily use tool is now kaput.

I think that the third comment on the linked article, brought to us by "lazycat202" best expresses my sentiments.

"Geocities was a good web service. At the end, every body have to die."

Actually, the second sentence is fucking deep.

Every body have to die.

-kevtoncity

hey! i can't find that darn radio...

...(mouth noise) yo, turn it to that station.

This is just the briefest of announcements. Through a little bit of random personal effort, I've landed a 2 hour spot on my local college radio station, WUOG.

My shift is from 10 to Midnight, Eastern Standard Time, this Saturday, October 24th (holy shit it's already October 24th).

online listening happens here:

http://wuog.org/live/

this could be really cool. or it could suck.
-kevjay

i'm at the pizza hut...

...i'm at the taco bell.

the title of this post really doesn't do justice to its real subject matter. soooo unfortunate when two notable events one kinda-sorta awesome, the other REALLY AWESOME occur pretty much simultaneously.

to finish off the first note (inspiration for title), it's a really catchy song about combination restaurants that you can download here. Thanks to overcompensating.com for that (i know it's cooler to find out about this shit on your own, but i didn't, nyah nyah nyah jerk.

THE REAL NEWZ!

Sister's getting murried! She's ENGAAAGED (thanks to Ranger) for that.

As far as I know, she and her beau ben is not getting married in a combination taco bell and pizza hut.

ANOTHER RAD NOTE: I get to be all the bridesmaids. By myself! I R Made of Honour!


Jungle Paradise!

iiiii'm every WOman, it's all in miiiiiiiiii,
-kevsmaid

basta! ya...

...basta!

Lou Dobbs is most definitely a human manifestation of the way "news" is increasingly an entertainment-based industry designed to evoke negative emotions (a-la horror film) while purporting to be an accurate depiction of reality. Then people act on these fantasy horrors and we end up with general hate, hate speech, and (at very very worst) hate crimes.

Anyway, I won't write a treatise on all that here. There are plenty of media/movement people who dedicate much of their lives to this very cause and those people write about this much better than I could. Also, I expect that most of you already know that Lou Dobbs is a huge tool.

Nonetheless, I would like you to:

A) Watch this video:



B) Go this website:

www.bastadobbs.com

Sign the petition, get him off CNN. He'll probably move to Fox News soon. Still horrible, but at least Fox News has very little in the way of a veil of objectivity.

ya basta con el odio,
-kay

R-a-a-a-a-d...

...yes it is!

The Manhattan Experimental Theater Workshop (mxtw), which was a staple of my teenage development. It made my summers worthwhile. It made me a thinker! It made me a man (or something). In the parking lot of the Manhattan Arts Center I made some of my long-term friends and wrecked my car.

And now, there is a website. It is:

http://www.mxtw.org/

At this website you can read about a program you should send your kids to. And see some portraits of yourstruly as a young man. in black pants. and ill-fitting t-shirts. and you can read all the weird shit i wrote and helped to direct kids to write.

ooh this trip down memory lane is giving me th' cheelz,

-kevexteedublyu

fuck...

...columbus day.

why on earth would we celebrate the most visible of a group of dudes who committed genocide in the name of adventure and a bunch of rich europeans who really weren't particularly bad off? guy wasn't even a very competent asshole set on conquest, as those guys went.

fuck that.

let's celebrate Dikembe Mutombo instead. he's awesome.

-Dikembe Mutombo Mpolondo (kevin) Mukamba Jean-Jacques Wamutombo Day

i don't....

...know why i read anymore.

Fortunately: I finally found something that was interesting in one of my academic text.

Unfortunately: It only served to upset me and further devalue the topic of study for this graduate course (national intelligence).

According to admiral stansfield turner, former director of central intelligence and intelligence historian, in 1961 the CIA dispatched an agent to execute Congolese Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba. This failed, though, as Lumumba had already been assassinated by political rivals. In turner's estimation, the CIA very likely cooperated in this as well.

I knew about and respected the historical legacy of Lumumba prior to reading this. Either I never knew about the U.S.' involvement in his assassination or I had forgotten about it. Regardless, I am incessantly reminded that the United States is party to projects that result in catastrophe for millions with devastating frequency.

I don't know how to react to this idea...it strikes me that publishing this on an open forum without question undermines any ambition to pursue leadership such that i might change what i despise. The incredible capacity of intelligence to gather information about people almost totally guarantees this (i suppose i owe this knowledge to my class).

i feel gross,
-kevin

kayperv! I coulda sworn you...

...wuz a nerd!



i is a nerd.

Linearity! Constant Variance! Normality! Independence! Fixed X!

-kevin of least squares

ps. Emily!

If you live in a town...

...where A Hawk and a Hacksaw is going to play in upcoming days, months, or years.

Go see them.

Do not make excuses not to go see them. Do not say you will see them the next time they are in your town. Go see them.

(But make sure to show up late because the people they are touring with are gawd-offal. I think they were called Damon and Naomi. Just bad.)

I won't link them, they are better live (but if you want to get an album or a song because you believe in me, their recorded stuff is good too).

Also, I won't try to write about what kind of music they play or why it is so very, very good because during some idle musings on the internet the other day I googled "Bitchfork Media" and got a whole slew of results that guided me away from wanting to do that any more at all ever.

I will say that it's a bunch of instruments atypical of those usually found at shows in rock clubs and the lead is an accordion and fingers fly and pretty things come out.

Sunday or Monday I am going to see Sunn O))) play in a church. I expect rad things.

Music makes you lose control.

-a kevin and a kevin

It's only kind of about healthcare....

...kind of.

I stumbled across an article from The New Republic the other day. It took me a long time to read it because I have become a very busy person. It's a very, very good article.

BLARGH.

(ARSB) Ayn Rand Sucks Butt. And she was weird looking.

Capitalism!
-kevitalism.

i am...

...reading news when i should be learning statistics.

i am also thinking about what i will say tomorrow when i am asked about the male workforce in developed countries in a class that i am taking on labor.

i think i'm going to say that it is fucked up that i have to talk about that stuff when most people who do "labor" don't live in the United States or Sweden or Japan or Germany. And talking about that stuff means I don't talk about stuff like this. (From a very interesting New York Times Article)

"Our interviews and perusal of the data available suggest that the poorest families in the world spend approximately 10 times as much (20 percent of their incomes on average) on a combination of alcohol, prostitution, candy, sugary drinks and lavish feasts as they do on educating their children (2 percent). If poor families spent only as much on educating their children as they do on beer and prostitutes, there would be a breakthrough in the prospects of poor countries. Girls, since they are the ones kept home from school now, would be the biggest beneficiaries. Moreover, one way to reallocate family expenditures in this way is to put more money in the hands of women. A series of studies has found that when women hold assets or gain incomes, family money is more likely to be spent on nutrition, medicine and housing, and consequently children are healthier."

Data can be interesting. That doesn't change the fact that I wish I weren't in a 3 hour lecture about using power transformations to make regressions more interpretable.

*shud-d-d-er*

-log(kevin)

Way to go....

...Canada.

This is a short, school-oriented letter.

From my readings:

“Few states take the view that they can dispense with an intelligence service and none is sufficiently immune from terrorism or the inquisitiveness of its neighbours to forgo a security service. It is true that a variety of patterns for organizing security and intelligence exists. Some states (for example, Bosnia and Herzegovina, the Netherlands, Spain and Turkey) have a single agency for security and intelligence (both internal and external). Others have distinct agencies for domestic and external intelligence and security, with either separate or overlapping territorial competences, as in the United Kingdome, Poland, Hungary and Germany. More rarely, a state may have a domestic security agency but no acknowledged or actual foreign intelligence agency: Canada is the exemplar of this approach”

I can't remember Canada being an especially attractive or susceptible target to foreign aggression. Way to be, Canada.

-O! Kevin!

Worth learning to embed video for....?

Prolly not.

S'ok though.

This is a Ukranian cover of a pop-song. I like it better than the original cause I think these guys (Los Colorados) mean it more. Plus that guy is playing one of those bass drums with other drums on it in a way I've never seen outside of cartoons.

Enjoy,



-kevorado

kevin has....

...some awfully strange friends.

Witness Colin. We met when he played Ultimate for one year at the University of Minnesota (he subsequently transferred back to Michigan, which he seems to like a lot). He has had several hundred frisbees printed with his face and signature on them. I also own a t-shirt, a pint glass, and a coaster (it goes with the pint glass) bearing the same
portrait. (I was gonna put a jpg of it up here, but apparently he has yet to brand the internet.)

Colin graduated from Michigan and is now a full-grown lawyer. He'll start making money soon. I think he may be the evil kind of lawyer, but that's ok. (Note: he may not be the evil kind of lawyer, I just like to pretend that I'm sure he is...makes for more interesting reading).

Colin is a special sort of egomaniac. I mean he's really quite lovable. If you've never met a lovable egomaniac, you're missing out.

As one of the perks of his job doing evil, they apparently give him a butt-ton of paid vacay (in advance even!). Most people would use this time to either a/ cleanse their conscience by giving whales mouth-to-mouth or something or b/ drink away their guilt. Not Colin. Colin has chosen instead to do a national tour of Cedar Point affiliated theme parks, winning stuffed animals and eating ice cream.

Proof:



You can read about it:

here.

I fuckn' love Colin. I fuckn' love you guys, too.

Fuckn' right,
-kevomaniac

I come back to Amerika and get on computer...

...for this!?

Right, I know. It's dumb. I'm back in the OOh-Sah and wanted to write and there's a bunch of stuff I meant to write about but I forgot all of it so I'm just gonna copy and paste from Wikipedia.

For those of you who read as many online comics as I do and then click the links that they provide about whatever it is they wrote about, you've already seen and read this. For those of you who don't, it's amusing. In Zambia, there have been reports of teenage kids gathering raw sewage, fermenting it, and huffing it to get high. The drug is reportedly called "Jenkem". That's not the funny thing.

The funny thing is that Fox News and other media agencies propogated this rumor that kids in the United States were using it. This was, as far as most people can tell, false. One kid claimed to know how to make/use it, but he was lying. This is what he had to say for himself:

The boy, "Pickwick," in September claimed that the "Jenkem" displayed in the photos accompanying his trip report "was faked using flour, water, beer and Nutella." He also stated "I never inhaled any poop gas and got high off it [...] I have deleted the pictures, hopefully no weirdo saved them to his computer. I just don't want people to ever recognize me as the kid who huffed poop gas."

Ha.

I'll post some pictures soon.

-kevthane gas

:......

...(



lost,

kevlorn

i'm on a super-secret, super-awesome....

...sort of reconnaissance mission.

I left Georgia 9 days ago. I came back to Minnesota. Here are things that may or may not have happened.

-I turned 23 whole years old. I am so old i think i'll die soon.

-I went to a cabin. Did two things for the first time. Thing 1. Fished off a boat. Thing 2. Went "tubing." Stupid water. (i like fishing)

- Found out most of my friends are leaving the country for extended periods of time. My spy network develops a little every day.

-Wrote a play with my friend Blaaaaaaaaaaake. It's about buuuuuuuuuckets. You can see what it's a part of heeeeeeeeeeere.

-Made plans to start a "joint blog." World, prepare yourself to be KevinZoe'd

-Drank too much. Too much. I am past pained kidneys. I've drank so much in the last 4ish days that my fucking feet hurt.

In the next few days, these things will happen.

-A sort of ongoing one is that I'm learning where all my friends are. And taking their pictures. On film. I think fotos are neat. So you'll see some soon.

-I will go to Seattle to do pretty much the funnest thing ever.

-I will go to (breath) AtlantaNewYorkTorontoHeathrowOxford for a month. It's gonna hurt me. Hooray for tests of personal vitality.

-That one just before this one means it's time for a new...Travel Blog. That's here. There's nothing there yet, because i'm not there, silly!

Whew! Busy week.

luvs and luvs,
-mykevinfliesovertheocean, mykevinfliesoversthesea, (somethingsomethingsomethingsomething), andbringbackmykevintome

leo...

...nardo. (I'll admit, the intros and the sign-offs get harder and harder).

I watched a movie last night. I'm not a "movie person" per se. Because I'm not a "movie person" I usually don't watch a lot of "movies." I'm also less inclined to be moved to tears by a movie than I am by a book or music. I also don't usually consider myself at all qualified to rate them as "excellent" or "terrible." Instead, I usually just leave it to a bit of muttered complaint and I move on to whatever else it is I wanted to do.

But anyway.

I watched Revolutionary Road last night and I absolutely hated it. hated, Hated, HATED it. Not because of any particular cinematic quality, the acting was a B-B+, the directing was fine, the plot was uninterestingly interesting. No, I asked to turn it off at several junctures because I simply couldn't stand to watch what was happening in the film. It wasn't because I was sad for the characters, they weren't really worth it in my estimation. I didn't want to watch anymore because the movie made me afraid of things that might happen to me.

The movie details the activities of people who are too afraid to do interesting things with their lives for all of the normal reasons. And it is not a movie of triumph. It is a movie of personal thrills that all build to failure. Thrills that most people pursue when they are afraid to pursue what they've always imagined was the right thing. This movie evoked terror in me that I don't imagine that Drag Me to Hell (which, coincidentally, I also want to see) ever could.

The unshakable dread that I was stricken with after it ended brought me to this realization: it was a really, really good movie. I think that any piece of art that is able to weasel its way into the depths of your brain, scratch around, and emerge with things that you didn't know you loved or found amusing, or knew you were scared of but had never had to stare in the face for two straight hours, is a success. And I'm sure that some other people who've watched this feel the same. I think that the individual components of this post do not warrant internet blather. What I found worth sitting down and writing is that I can't remember an instance where I could not deny the blazing quality of something that I could not stand.

long live the kevolution.

Adventures are tricky fish...

...I went on an adventure-to see Bonnie Prince Billy at the Belcourt Theater in Nashville Wednesday night!



5 hour drive. 2 hour show. 7 hours at the redroof inn. 6 hour drive back.

that's living.

Adventure 1: Drop the dog off with a man who scares him.

Adventure 2: Eat a KFC fried chicken breast plate (sides of coleslaw and gravytatoes, please) while driving 65 miles per hour in the mountains.



Adventure 3: Lost in Nashville, where the fuck is the Belcourt?

Adventure 4: Made weird eye contact with the fiddle player who had recently had a baby because I was IN A SECOND ROW SEAT OMG OMG! Sparks flew.



Adventure 5: "Hard Life" encore. You are a sexy weirdo, Mr Billy.

Adventure 6: The Redroof room was most assuredly room for smokers.

Adventure 7: Weird neck ailment, can't turn my head to the left. (It persists).

Adventure 8: Torrential rain all the way home.

Adventure 9: Snuggles in the backseat to wait out the rain. I don't think I'll forget that.

Adventure 10: Hanging out in my friend's expensive suburban crib while he's away at a movie. Small dogs can occasionally be teh cayoot.




Little adventures, big smiles.
-kevin "prince" terry

A devotional...

...of sorts.

the other day i was hungover. something compelled me to drive to the mountains in north georgia with a book, a gallon of water, and a cup of coffee.

i climbed to the top of a small mountain (borderline hill). i read a page that had been folded for me. i took off most of my clothes and lay down in the dirt with the ants and i thought about what i had read. it was as close to a religious experience as i have had in a very long time. this is what the passage marked on the page i mentioned said:

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the yough and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body"
-walt whitman

that was a very nice thing that i did.

-kevelation

ps. thanks, d.

I don't want...

...Michael Cera to be the star of the new Scott Pilgrim movie.

I fuckin hate Michael Cera.

...hate him.

-kevpilgrim

Apparently, summer is...

...warm, wet, and slow, here in athens.

it's also full of greenery. i am currently in possession of more leafy greens than i could ever eat in the time before they spoil that were given to me for being a farmer's market volunteer. it's really unnerving. i wish all of you that still read this (maybe down to 2? 1? c'mon internet strangers, start reading!) were here. i'd make an enormous salad that we'd all share. i'd coat it in my homemade balsamic vinaigrette. a quarter of you would gag. it would be in a field. full of picnic tables. Jeb Bolan would play his guitar. we might play croquet. man. that is a happy thought.

i am very glad i thought to write in my blog about the amount of arugula that is in my refrigerator. somehow, it transported me to an amazing picnicland!

hurray for the bright confines of your brain.

-kevmagination.

ps. shop at farmers markets. they are fucking sweet.

From Houston Rockets Small Forward Ron Artest's Most Recent Post-game interview....

...."Five-dollar foot-long is one of the best songs. That's a hot song. You've got the freecreditreport.com and then 'Five-dollar Foot-long' comes on. When 'Five-dollar Foot-long' comes on, they should play that in the club. They should play all those songs in the club"

I am increasingly fond of Ron Artest.

-kevdollarfootlong

Conspicuous Consumption...

...makes me so fucking mad.

-kevsume til you puke.

The end...

...of an era of sorts.

I went and saw Wilco for what is probably the very last time a couple of nights ago. They were good as they always are. The kept Sky Blue Sky songs to a minimum. I only felt like i was driving a Jetta for a very short time. I was as close as i've ever been to the band for the first 15 minutes of the show, that was neat. I went with another person to a Wilco concert for the first time ever, it was distracting. I left the show about 2/5ths of the way through because of personal problems. I still shuddered the whole way through when they played Pot Kettle Black. The fans at the show seemed like jerks. I still knew all the words to all the songs the played. It felt good, really good, and i am not sad that i left early even though they played 2 encores of 9 songs primarily from Being There. Wilco is probably one of my favorite bands. I can listen to their records from time to time and feel good, but i've seen them enough times to know that their live shows are increasing in price, deteriorating in quality, and the people at them don't feel like i do about the music. That's the most way concise way I can say it.

muchluv,

kev.m.

Today...

...I will send 2 seemingly contradictory things.

I like them both very much and I think this of this as a kind of nice showing of 2 of the many sides of me.

Side 1:

Livin in a small town, you can see you enemies from miles and miles away.
They know when you're at the liquor store, and when you're at the library.
I know this woman Teri. Man, she's a real screw up.
But we like to keep her around cause it makes us feel good.
Like, "Man, I'm glad I'm not that messed up".
Living in a small town, you can see your enemies from miles and miles away.
I like to go walk around downtown on Sunday morning,
When the squares are all in church, and the hipsters are still asleep.
I feel like I can finally walk in peace.
I know this woman little blue, she's only about 5'7''
But when she's on her tip toes, she must be...a million feet tall!
All the way up to the Moon!

-Roughly quoted from John Wilkes' Booze 5 Pillars of Soul

Side 2:



Kitty Pride,

-kevinleeguebaseball

Sonrie...

...Jesus te ama.

-the kevbunny

out of the 4 things i ought to be doing...

...this is not one of them.

Fuck it. Welcome to my blog. Somehow this seems a productive activity, at least as it pertains to personal health. So I post. No one else really posts. The challenge is dead. I linger (ramble) on.

Today's bit of stuff comes via my penchant for googeling (goggling) mahself. Up to this point, beyond everything I already am, I am:

A much-hated professional soccer referee
A jujitsu master
At least three or four different computer programmers
A pretty good cross country runner.

I found out I am something else today. This happens to be my favorite thing.

I am the leader of my very own gospel choir. Behold:

Kevin Terry and the Predestined

(also on the youtubes)

What the fuck are you?

-kevordained

I am...

...10 graphic novels.

Ok. In truth, I'm only like 1 page of a graphic novel. Here is my fambly as a graphic novel.

(IadoptedadogHisnameisRangerHe'sgot2differentcoloredeyesThatmeanshe candomagicI'llprobablypostanormalpictureofhimlater.







Thank you for your neat camera and built in effects, Lil' Animal 2.0. Macs are clearly for idiots with too much time on their hands.

-the kevmen

Spicy Food....

...Makes Your Nose Drip.

This is not about that.

This is about the restaurants that are close to my house.

There are 4 notables.

1/ Subvay Sandviches
2/ Cali N' Titos (enjoy our Latin Thing) food stand.
3/ Casa de Wafle (Waffle Home)
4/ Kelly's Jerk Wings.

Generally, I think all 5-10 of you agree that big corporations are not that cool. Hence, we probably shouldn't eat their food. Clearly, my readership, not really all that politically diverse. That's ok, the people who aren't reading this are jerks. In that spirit, I do my darndest to eat at the two that you can't find anywhere else. Just one location in the whole wide world.

Stepping outside of an obvious conclusion, I also choose to eat at these two even though in some instances the others taste better. I've had conversations with Th' D about this before. It is and will continue to be my contention that if a person running a restaurant is awesome, people should eat there, even if their product (foodness) is average, or, to a reasonable extent, sub-par. I could talk at length about Calientitos, given that they let people who otherwise don't work up front in Georgia work up front. But I'll leave it at what I just wrote.

Kelly's, on the other hand, deserves an extended comment. I've never eaten much Jamaican food, so it's not something I wake up, go to bed, or spend the parts of my day between those two things (waking and dreaming) craving. And, honestly, even with a profound love for jalapenos cultivated over the last few years, everything on their menu makes my nose drip. Seriously. Chicken (drip), cabbage (drip), goat (drip drip), spicy squash (fw0000sh).

Still, the food's pretty good once the pain subsides. More important, Kelly (there actually is a Kelly, dope) has the most infectious smile of anybody I've ever met. Moreover, he makes a special point to know the name of everyone who goes there on a semi-regular basis (he asked mine today). MOREOVER, he and his wife are the only two people that work there. He's friendly and laughs and jokes, she's no-nonsense and looks tired all the time (finances?), but clearly loves her husband and how happy it makes him.

Short story, community is as important to me as delectable stufffoods. Short of multiple bouts of food poisoning, I will walk to these restaurants at least once every couple of weeks, if only because it's like visiting friends. By paying to hang out with them and use their napkins as tissues, I can keep them around.

drip drip drip *sniffle*,

-kev-may-can



Ps. I secretly eat at Waffle House once a month. ummMmm...Wafful.

Human...

...Amusement.

Quick nod to a giggle-fit inducing part of this Washington Post article.

'The rhetoric grew so heated yesterday that Sen. Charles E. Grassley (R-Iowa) suggested in a radio interview that AIG executives ought to "follow the Japanese model . . . resign, or go commit suicide."

An aide later explained he does not actually want executives to kill themselves.'

Can't decide if it's funnier with or without that last part.

Sun's out!

-Kevpoku

Walk...

…Juan Crow.

It’s finally arrived. The moment when my anticipated run-up against a far more bigoted place at a less bigoted time resulted in legislation I’ve only read about the potential for in small, isolated towns or upper-crust towns trying to prevent inevitable demographic change.

Two new laws passed through the some part or both of the Georgia Legislature last week. One, which forces individuals to present valid state-issued identification at their polling place when voting, and Senate Bill 67 which states that Georgia drivers tests will now be printed exclusively in English.

The first of the two laws is an attack on civic participation intended to reduce fraudulent voting by undocumented immigrants. This, however, is a thinly veiled effort to reduce voter participation overall. When more people vote, more progressive politicians and legislation tends to result. By making voting laws more stringent, less individuals will be prepared to participate in the political process, and therefore more will be driven away. People who are interested in civil rights and the like generally fight this kind of legislation because it represents a new block to civic participation among a bunch of others that already exists.

Possible instances include:
a/ Elderly people who have been voting for years without ID, now turned away.
b/ Newly naturalized immigrants, who yet to be issued identification can’t vote
c/ Forgetful people (me), and folks who want to vote, but consider themselves too busy to go home and get an ID probably won’t vote.

To me, this is all fucked up.

Emily talks about this business on the television here.

The second piece of legislation is similarly disturbing, but far more fascinating to me in its intended target. Arguments in the past have attempted to say that undocumented immigrants pose a threat to drives due to a lack of car insurance and other factors, but this is a blatant denial of basic necessities to non-English speaking citizens. Among the far-reaching number of possible implications of this law is more racial profiling, wherein an individual who does not appear to be an English speaker is pulled over on the grounds that they likely do not have a valid drivers license. Here, people who have every right to be in the United States are either denied the necessary means to earn a living or are criminalized for attempting to do so.

You can watch a short piece on this here.

It’s hard for me grasp all of this, because I’ve really only lived in places where there were substantial numbers of allies for New Americans and significant legal challenge to bigoted laws. When something like this came up in government, there was a fight. I’m sure there’s one starting here, but I’m waiting to hear about it. I want a fight. I hope it comes soon.

Georgia on my mind,

-kevnin’

couldn't run far...

...enough to escape the wintry world of the upper midwest.

In georgia, we had a bona-fide blizzard yesterday. Powers out. Can't drive places. Can't do a dog-gone thing.

I'm writing this from my arch nemesis Earthfare, the overpriced yuppie food paradise.

(I get looooost, in a food paradi-iiise)

I'll send picture. This is fucking ridiculous.

-cold-kay

PS: Happy Birthday Bee Bee.

one...

...oh one.

Ha. This is an article I can't even begin to understand. Maybe it's cuz I'm in my early-20's and the mid-20's dating market among young, wealthy professionals is a bizarre mystery to me. Nonetheless, this article made me giggle a bit.

The Dating Market Goes From Bullish to Sheepish (Washington Post)

back to grindin',

-kissin'kev'ns

A...

...Hunnerd. I've posted in this thing a hunnerd times.

I suppose now would be a good time for a grandiose, insightful piece that illuminates my thoughts, feelings, etc.

Instead, I think I'll stick to my guns and do something more kevrachteristic. This little thing mad me smile big:



thanks for reading my letters to space,

-kevtennial

cruel...

...ty

i've had a chest cold for a week. i played in a tournament anyway. i came home with something that may have been a/ food poisoning b/ stomach flu c/ intestinal goblin.

you might describe it as a meta-illness. feeling like shit and tired as hell anyway, my digestive system was purged of basically everything.

i am now weak...as...fuck. we'll see how recovering from the cold goes now, i think the odds are against me.

the body it breaks,

-kevomit

Oh lord...

...yes I'll be right back.

A few things I thought about on my way home from a botched attempt to video an 8th grade teacher for work (imaginations, feel free to run wild)

1/ If you're ever near a big city without any way to play your own music, the best way to find an awesome radio station is to listen for one called "The People's Station". Pretty much every big city has one and they pretty much all play fucking awesome hip-hop. I live near enough to the original (V 103.3) that I'm never at a loss.

2/ Writing an $800 check when that's how much you make a month is eerily similar to getting kicked in the balls.

3/ Making meatballs out of ground bison, good pesto, garlic, onion, and one egg is sound culinary idea.

4/ I miss my friends.

Feds takin pictures of me,

-the kev'les station

ps. please work on those 15 track cds. Mine is almost done.

Automatic For the...

...Expats.

I initially took this picture to send to Chris, something I'll do as soon as this is done. But for right now, I post it here, because I think it's a nice phot-oh.



If you ever wondered, where R.E.M. got some of their inspiration information, it was right here in Athens, Ga.

Star me Kitten,

=What's the Frequency Kevin?

PS. Athens is still a suck hole.

PSS. My sister is the bomb, happy birth day sis. Way to be rad.

Coupla...

...sad notes.

1/ I am eating a muffin that tastes like Kraft macaroni-n-cheese. Sad? Maybe not actually sad. Weird and gross? Yeah. Weird and gross.

2/ On another, actually sad note. The Silver Jews are not a band anymore. They will be playing their last show Saturday night in Nashville. I looked into driving down, but tickets are sold out and 150 dollars on craigslist. Sad. I liked them. I thought Au might have something to say about it. Maybe she will. At least we'll always have the natural bridge.

-Copper Kevin

My Word...

...of the Day

Miasma:

- an unwholesome atmosphere; "the novel spun a miasma of death and decay"
- unhealthy vapors rising from the ground or other sources; "the miasma of the marshes"; "a miasma of cigar smoke"

SEE ALSO:

-Miasma was an Austrian death metal band founded in 1990. Along with bands like Disharmonic Orchestra, Pugnent Stench, and Asphyx
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miasma_(band)



FUCKING RIGHTEOUS

-kevsma

File Under....

...Semi-boring observation-type notes.

In Georgia, it appears that everyone has a dumb cold-weather hat that they have hidden in a special drawer in their closet just in case the temperature drops below 40 degrees. Seriously.

Tassels, weird Andean hats, hats with balls on top, hats with balls on bottom, hats with testicles. Stripes, novelty snowflakes, Russian furry hats, beanies, coca-cola, dr. pepper, orange crush, other food brands.

I have yet to see a single monochrome, sensibly warm piece of head wear. This type of naivete about the cold makes me long for the pragmatic homies of the land up north.

That's pretty much it.

You other guys should blog more.

-kevwear

new fambly....

...member.

I've adopted a kitten.

This is Meek-o (Miko? I've decided to keep his humane-given name, maybe change the spelling because he's scared of everything).



He is small, timid, and kinda stinky. I may call him peanut.

Does this make me a weird cat person? A little. Clearly, I've written a blog post about him.

Fuck you.

-kevmane society

does anyone....

...want to play a game with me?

This game comes courtesy of Alex Chiang, who is sort of my friend but more like this guy I met at a frisbee tournament who makes technology and teaches me things at random intervals. At present, i have to thank him for (1) my diet (2) a better understanding in terms of what goes into a commuter bicycle and (3) this:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m sitting here detoxing from the past 2 weeks of vacation, doing a bit of laundry, catching up on my digital life, and listening to the Top 15’s I received in the mail whilst away.

I can’t think of a better method of re-entry and way to kick off the new year.

Let me ’splain.

Pick your top 15 songs of all time, burn them onto a cd, and send them to your friends.

That’s it.

You can use whatever criteria you please for your selection. They could be your desert island songs. They could be songs from the first time you realized you were in love. Or they could just be songs that make you smile. It doesn’t matter; the process is meant to be intimately personal. The point is to share a small slice of your soul with your closest friends.

If anyone wants to do this, let me know. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

(copyright Chizang.net)
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So I'm going to play this game with Chizang and see if i can't get some other opponents from around my lil' ol' lif'.

Anyone in?

I'll likely be contacting all (8?) of you as individuals about this anyway.

Because this post is rather long anywayz, i'm omitting any sort of in-depth insight about the world. But...negotiating shared permanent living space is real hard.

Fin.

-total kevsposure