DogSaints in Jaynestown

audiomental

2004-11-09T01:25:00.000-08:00

took a couple of cyber years and fifteen minutes of giving up but i torched the idea of hosting songs on my blog and signed up for mperia instead...

now i'm listed under jaynestown and all songs are available for full preview. if you like them why not pay half a buck-a buck for them. they're not available anywhere else so you'll get that warm, fuzzy feeling of originality.. mmmmm-mm.

anyway, just more one plug and then i'm leaving:
jaynestow @ mperia.com

xxxxx and on o-yeah.

harvesting the mostly unknown

2004-11-02T20:37:00.000-08:00

i read amy hempels 'the harvest' four of five times a month.
i do this to remind myself that i'm a hack writer and that minimalism is at best a word i should learn to spell rather than apply to my fiction.

consequences

2004-10-28T21:31:00.000-07:00

brequiahf... i've come to the point in my drinking career when i get more hungover than drunk. seeing how i'm not even 21 this is like getting prematurely bald.
(halloween soon and i'm not allowed to go as god or person you've never met offline.. crap)

hugh, warren, and steve all have things to say i wouldn't even think of. make their sites even bigger.

How do you explain a dream?

2004-10-26T22:29:00.001-07:00

I’m standing on a deep green meadow, hills bouncing up and down around me, and the grass is the wings of tiny insects. They move in complete unison as if gentle winds softly caress my valley. Perched on the top of a hill 200 meters and one second away is a bright red wooden cabin. It was built of a single tree, its roots still planted in the soft earth. Pink bubblegum clouds drift from the tile chimney. Child versions of savannah animals are stuck in each bubble. A purple and green giraffe. A lion cub ripping the flesh of a manicured hand. An elephant with a head too big for its body half lies, half stands as it floats towards a pixelated baby-blue sky.
Framed in bone-white borders on both sides of a locked door hangs the iris of a snake and a wolf. They remain completely still, focused on the horizon. And like renaissance paintings they follow my every move.
On the door is a sigil. A face-less snake slithering around a cane. The mark of healing.

I’m inside the cabin. I see with the eyes of a wolf hunting a rabbit through Scandinavian winter. We kick up fresh powder as we race by ancient trees. I perform magnificent acrobatic leaps over rotten logs of wood, not possible with merely two feet. The blood is warm and the flesh is salt. The rabbit is still twitching in my gums.
I see with the eyes of a snake. Level-ground, slithering, my body is one muscle propelling me forward. I swallow a mouse whole. Fat and content I bask in the sun of an African desert.
I see with the eyes of a man. And there is clarity. And there is intellect. And there is no fierce joy in hunt and no acrobatic pleasures. I am connected with my mind. I am aware. I am fat and I feel a thousand eyes judging me. I have distinguished myself and I hate every piece of clothing I own. I am the most powerful animal on Earth and I fear my own pack.

Outside the cabin the wings of the grass has started to beat outside of harmony. Each pair of wings has found their own rhythm. Some flutter sporadically, others try furiously to separate themselves from the invisible glue of the ground. The meadow is now a storming sea. The baby-blue sky has gone pitch-black and the bubblegum clouds are burst by white-hot lightning. Fairytale animals rain over a raging ocean of individual choice.
How do you explain a dream?

hairless

2004-10-26T17:45:00.000-07:00

... that's what we are... well almost anyway. fairly bad cut though, looks like a mental patient cut my hair (which is only half-true since i cut it myself). remains to see if i'm stronger than samson.

2004-10-26T02:19:00.000-07:00

"the best laugh never leaves your lunges" (late greats - wilco). didn't think they made music like this anymore. so cheery and melancholy and upbeat, jeff tweedy is finding an entirely different type of genius in his writing than he did from the days of uncle tupelo. Wilco - A Ghost is Born. this is the beauty of filesharing: you download good music and then you buy it. you download bad music and then you recognize it as bad music and congratulate yourself on not buying the album.

2004-10-26T01:51:00.000-07:00

2 V drinks and 2 red bull has finally kicked in... I can feel the energy crackling, feel it in my eyes, my heart and my fingers, it's great. Anyway. Plans for this site will later on include music. Definitly. Time to find the original niché and what better way than through personal creations? The name for this blog came through imagined band-names so it seems fitting. Through purely economical reasons I'll probably start posting ad-related stuff as well, ideas need an outlet and a blog seems more impressing than a portfolio (all products are conversations, eh Hugh?)

2004-10-25T21:20:00.000-07:00

Abre les ojos.

Day 1.

2004-10-25T21:02:00.000-07:00

Initially this seems like a good idea. It's nothing new, hell right now it's not even original.
There's some strange attraction in just putting stuff out there. No one's listening yet but they could if they wanted to. This a grassroot level operation. Something for the family.