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Another great thing about Vegas... Gin before breakfast.

Oh, and craps! I finally decided to play & learn. It is good.

Having lunch & a Cuban/Mex restaurant in old Vegas, on Fremont St. Then headed back home.

This margarita tastes like tequila on ice w/ a lime squeezed in it.

Let it ride.

Another great thing about Vegas... Gin before breakfast.

Oh, and craps! I finally decided to play & learn. It is good.

I'm looking for stuff to take with me overseas as little gifts. Specifically:
-mixed nuts/seeds
-spices/spice mixes

Anyone know where I can get these (with a Southwestern/Arizona flair) in little gift baskets/baggies or something? I guess I can always put them in little individual baggies myself, but I'd rather buy them already individually packaged to save time.

i'm getting ready to head outside and clean up around the dump after several nights of wind storms. there are seed pods all over the place from the lysoloma in the back yard. after an hour outside i will come back in and be completely drenched from sweat. mark my words.

my neice, bobbie-lee, was in town from england for a few weeks in may/june. these are some snapshots of the i time i spent with her, jen (my younger sister) & tim (one of my younger brothers).



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p.s. why the heck am i still awake at this ungodly hour of the morning?

in & around city walk :: universal city, ca.

marilyn monroe made from jellybeans.

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city walk, in my opinion, is like LA's version of times square in NYC. there's so much visual stimulation that your head starts to hurt after a while. fun place to visit... annoying place to shop/work/be at for more than a few hours (i'd imagine).

and that concludes all of my california photos. finnnnnally.

At least 3 people have told me in recent weeks that I am "ban happy" and that I just ban people willy-nilly. I have been mod of this community for 4 or 5 years (does anyone know exactly how long? It might be longer in which case I feel old), and in all that time, only 16 people have been banned. For the sake of transparency, I've described the bans below:

dangermike
-antagonizing, trolling

pnkvuitton
-sparse journal indicates sock puppet or troll

anewbornphoenix
mehmahmoou2
-i don't remember but the journals are gone. possibly from before i was made mod, or sock puppets from the below weirdos.

chabadabadootwo
flowinkatowgah
flowingtogah
-dude was obsessed with some guy in chandler who was maybe a pedo? i'm fairly certain these now suspended journals were involved, and there may have been others.

shtwzrd
-journal indicates sock puppet or troll.

mizzfagina
-don't remember. anyone remember?

ziff16
-journal is suspended, likely troll.

warpedshadow
-creep i don't know, yet he shared weirdly personal information about me in comments (in an azjournal post). one of the few times i've deleted comments.

decquire
-sparse journal indicates troll or sock puppet

pollypotthead
-journal supspended. i think i remember a lot of trolly weirdness with this one. anyone remember? eta: was also involved in chandler pedo weirdness.

friendofhorses
jennyridesagain
-weird troll person obsessed with horses in a not so pleasant way and being naked. the naked pictures she had posted publicly on her journal are forever seared in my memory.

anno_memoriae
-trolling personal journals.

That's it! I actually seem to remember at least one or two more, but they aren't on the list, so I may have unbanned them or they disappear from the list after a certain point (deleted/suspended journals may fall off the list at some point). If anyone has any insight, let me know. If you look back through the moderator post tag you can find a bit on the chandler pedo weirdness.

Anyone I have banned is either banned because of a gross violation, or because of repeated offenses, even if you don't necessarily see it.

universal studios hollywood :: universal city, ca.

the car from 'the blues brothers' movie.



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while going through folders of photos to edit i realized that i never posted any of my photos from universal studios (back in june). these were all taken with my crappy little point & shoot, as i didn't want to take in my dslr. :( we got there about 2 hours before the park closed, so we didn't even get to see the whole place. the tickets are valid for a year though, so i guess i can go back any time before january. we'll see.

visit universal studios online.

I shared some albums at my comm recently, and I'm linking to some below. If you wanna check out the other few albums available at this entry, feel free to join sexy_mood_music and do so. If not, please do enjoy what I'm offering here! :)

Cat power - The Greatest
Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest

I am about to do one of the things that Rachel McKibbens absolutely abhores: heap praise upon her.

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The SHUT UP AND LISTEN THIS IS THE WARM & FUZZY TOUR. “Hi My Name Is Ryan” Ryan Avery and Pillowfort (JRC) and going on a week long performance art tour--oooh! Doesn’t that sound thrilling! Special guest Glochids (http://ping.fm/CRvz1)! http://ping.fm/LbwBf http://ping.fm/FAA0R phx

Just a quick update from my phone before sleep...

Carlos & I are in Vegas, staying at The Mirage.

Thanks to a friend's VIP status here we are fortunate to be staying in a nice room on the 21st floor, overlooking the pool. We also have a decent view of The Strip. This is a nice change as it's generally been my experience to get a view of the roof or back lot.

So far it's been a relaxed trip as we arrived in the evening & were content to just get dinner and relax. Tomorrow, though will hopefully prove to be more eventful. :-)

july and august in phoenix are about as nasty a two month stretch as you can find anywhere anytime of the year. generally these are the most unproductive months regarding poetry for me. i can't write in the summer anymore. it gets worse each year. these are also the busiest months professionally for me. long hours, intense heat, a lot of naps. it's a real drain. add the new guitar and you can guess i'm not concentrating on poetry although i did receive some chapbooks in the mail today from one of my favorite poets. i think if you are not going to write poetry for a while you should concentrate on reading poetry.

Artist: Various
Title: re:konstruKt - Sampler vol.3
#ca288
Date: 2009-07-18
Keywords: free jazz; experimental; electronic; avant-garde; freestyle; other
Tracklist:
01 - Oguz Buyukberber / Umut Caglar / Korhan Erel / Florent Merlet - IC Two - 8:05 (320 kbps)
(from the release "Twentyeight-Twelve-Twothousandeight" - re:009)
Oguz Buyukberber : clarinets
Umut Caglar : guitar, electronics
Korhan Erel : computer, melodica, t-resonator
Florent Merlet : drums
02 - Giray Gurkal - This is an attack! - 11:39 (320 kbps)
(from the release "Hey People!" - re:010)
Giray Gurkal : guitar, fx, objects
03 - Dom Minasi String Quartet - Green! Green! They're Green! - 8:59 (320 kbps)
(from the release "Dissonance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder" - re:011)
Dom Minasi : guitar
Jason Koa Hwang : violin
Tomas Ulrich : cello
Ken Filliano : double bass
04 - Sevket Akinci / Umut Caglar / Kevin Davis / Demirhan Baylan / Florent Merlet - Hanoi - 7:59 (320 kbps)
(from the release "Q & A" - re:012)
Sevket Akinci : guitar
Umut Caglar : guitar
Kevin Davis : cello
Demirhan Baylan : electric bass
Florent Merlet : drums

Here we continue with sampler vol.3 which contains another four tracks from the catalog of Istanbulis online improvised music label "re:konstruKt" run by guitarist Umut Caglar (konstruKt).

Contacts:
http://konstruk-t.com
http://rekonstrukt.com

DL:
http://www.archive.org/details/ca288_rk
http://www.clinicalarchives.spyw.com

good-bye, uncle walter.

a 'Walter Cronkite Goes to Hell' next week at the slam...

Just sayin'

I'll be at coffee in the morning...

I am going to New York in August to see my brother and for a Improv festival. I am thinking about going to the Nuyorican to check it out so went to their website and whose photo is on the first page but Akua!

http://www.nuyorican.org/

I spent most of today sitting in a Midas waiting room. My breaks had finally caught up to me and I got them fixed. I should know better and just get them done at even a hint of squeaking, but I kept on going. I had some money socked away for my tattoo next month, but that is now gone, and I had to borrow money from Dad.

I had been thinking about trying to sell my bell I made, but now I'm more in "oh shit mode" now. I have no place to hang the bell so it is just sitting on a window sill inside my apt. I still have the plate and can make more bells in the future.



This guy is 13 lbs. I was thinking $100 for it. It is a one of kind. I changed the plate after I made this bell, so any other bells I make off of this mold will be shorter. Bells of this size sell for about $200 at work. I'd rather sell my first bell to a friend then trying to go the craigslist list route.

There's nothing quite like slimming your manuscript to its essentials. It's leaner and tougher than ever, and weighing in at 42 solid-ass poems, not a one of which doesn't set up or build on another. This part feels good.

In the course of giving this sucker a first sequencing, I realized just how dark it is. I mean, yes, in terms of tone and content, but also in terms of light levels. A truly inordinate amount of this book takes place at night, or at least does in my head. The occasional brightness punctuates well, but the only element in here that's keeping this book from falling into the oblivion of some sexless Lost Highway-on-downers is black humor. And while black humor is useful, and its cousin, sweet sadness, is in occasional effect as well, there must step forward a few stories that are truly, sincerely happy.

Balls.

But I jest. There're two brewing right now (one elaborate, one simple) in a sticky note on my laptop. Every time I get concerned about the percentage of my calendar this thing is taking, I look at how far its come, and with each new revelation where it could end up. And I stop pushing. It comes of its own accord, or rather, of my muse's accord. That's just fine by me.

In following the advice of one of my (brilliant!) editors, I loaded a lot of conflict onto this book. It's time now to make it enjoyable again, if only in rare glimpses. In the stories you don't remember until someone says a name you haven't heard in 20 years, and a small, hardened place in you crumples a little, while you're in line to buy tomatoes, smoked Gouda, mint.

This could be the issue that motivates me enough to seriously change my poetry slam focus.

pope ratzinger fell and broke his wrist. because he was in denial that it was actually broken, coupled with his nazi background, when the german doctors surgically repaired the fracture they then set it in a holocast.