it's over!

god knows why i've been keeping two blogs without updating either for so long.

there is a new blog here.

it will be more or less the same, except not the same and with some different stuff.

that's all.

so currently

my vagrant ass just got yelled at for sitting on the side of the road after about a half hour of wandering the earth qui chang cain style looking for wifi. so now i'm probably making lifelong enemies with the cafe cubano as i make yet another broadcast from the depths of downtown hipville.

i have discovered that the trail behind my house actually winds completely around charlottesville in a 20-odd mile loops of hills, forests, marshes, weird tunnels which must but traversed via dangerous and slippery pipes, and the odd waterfall. also snakes. so i hiked about 8 miles and that was fun, and now i'm back in civilization with a quiet but constant rage much like hunter s. thompson's. just not as fucking eloquent.

i am going to wage war on that fucking cafe. it's allegedly a regular hangout for the infamous Dave. there are so many douchebag rich kids in there it hurts just to look inside. apparently the teahouse/hookah bar (no, i'm really not making this up) is a better place to hang out and access the net, but it sounds way too pretensious and honestly i am terrified of falling in with that sort of scene.

bleh. i am soaked with sweat and tired from my 8 or so mile hike/run. so that's all for today. i'm supposed to get internet at home tomorrow. i'll believe it when i see it.

so.

i've listened to it several times now and i don't think the thom yorke solo album is even kind of good.

i realise you disagree, but seriously. i keep waiting for it to hit me in some way that makes me think somehow i've been wrong all along and i'm pretty sure now that it isn't going to happen.

and i guess that's all i have to say about that.

believe it or not

barnes and noble is actually a far worse place to access the internet. but goddamn if this place isn't bustling. it's a formidable moneymaking machine and i can't really hate on that. there is a giant starbucks logo located about one foot in front of my face. the woman on it looks like she's holding both of her hands up as if to say, 'bring it on!' my kind of woman.

we found an apartment last night. it has all hardwood floors, a balcony, a good sized kitchen, the first bathtub i've had in an apartment (as in not the clay house) and best of all, a door which seperates the bedrooms from the section of the house with the dining room, living room, kitchen etc. oh and free heat. it's 800/month which is actually the cheapest place we've looked at so far. scraping together the security deposit is something we stayed up all night drunkenly plotting, but so far all seems to be going well.

i can move in on the 1st or spend $150 in prorate fees to move in on the 23rd, but i say fuck that noise. i'll sleep in an alley if i have to. but the nine or so days of limbo ought to be interesting. also, we've already acquired a couchsurfer in the form of amanda's sister, though as of yet there is no couch to offer. or even a bed for me. genius that i am, i brought my sleeping bag. could come in handy.

sooner or later i'll steal amanda's digital camera and post some jpegs which will make you cry with jealousy. mountains!

it occurs to me that i don't have that much to say, but i spend $4 to get onto the fucking internet so you'd better believe i'm going to use the two hours allotted me. maybe i'll just spend an hour huddling over my laptop so the passing customers can watch as my soul is sucked away in realtime by orisinal dot com. this is what days off are made for.

holy shit it's my one hundredth post.

even laziness could not stop me from reaching this anticlimactic event.

so i got a job. here. it isn't actually that pink. photographic liscence i think.

also latino gangsta rap. goddamn is it awesome. more on that later.

tonight i look at several apartments. one of my potential roommates is no longer and subsequently the apartment hunt begins anew with three two bedrooms tonight and god knows how many tomorrow. have to settle on something soon because i work every night from thursday until next tuesday. but hey, overtime. god knows i've been waiting all my life for an employer who wouldn't break his back to avoid paying it.

but the point here is that with any luck i'll have a place to live by the weekend. and then maybe internet access at home, which would be like ten orgasms right now.

so. i escaped for real. finally.

how about that?

my escape
has finally been made, and well. mountains and valleys and anonymity and rich motherfuckers all around ready to drop their wads of cash right into my lap as i cook them posh food.

i've scored an audition at the local c&c equivalent, although sources have revealed that they actually pay their employees and that i should feel cheated if i get less than $14/hr. i dropped the name of my former employer, which is currency in all the ways i had hoped, and they immediately asked me to come in for a saturday dinner shift. i'm a bit intimidated.


i'm in a coffeehouse right now, and if you know me at all you probably realise that this is highly antithetical to my nature. middle aged women sit next to me discussing skin diseases, hippies out front smoking cigarettes and contemplating the nature of watered-down westernised buddhism, and of course the requisite laptop kids like myself have littered their belongings around the establishment and are quietly listening to their headphones.

but the burrito joint's wireless is on the fritz and this place has surge protectors strewn about specifically for us to jack into(!). also there are mirrors all over the place in here. it makes me feel nervous.

so it's beautiful here and the weather is great and i suppose i could regale you with tales of the freaky shit i saw weaving through west virginian mountain passes (which civilisation seems to have bypassed) but really you should see all this for yourself. charlottesville is ann arbor except that unlike michigan it isn't sinking into a desperate abyss of poverty and stagnant economy. everything is booming here. the grocery stores offer full health coverage, for fuck's sake.

however, i suppose i should mention that in true literary form, any utopia has a filthy underbelly and a network of horrors which secretly are to blame for all the happiness and cheap housing. in this case it's the fact that dave fucking matthews lives here and everyone claims to know him. disturbing, i know. apparently his manager/agent/tentacled p.r. beast is the owner not only of most of the major venues and several bars in the area, but also the restaurant in which i may be destined to work. but hey, i've never made any bones about the fact that i'm a money-grubbing whore, and if i have to feed the dmb empire in order to take bags of money from the stupid rich, sign me up.

god knows when i'll be wired again, so in the meantime enjoy the life, kiddies.

i'm waiting for my man.

sitting in coffeehouse limbo waiting for a phone call. always at the whim of some stupid phone call. i am waiting for my former employer to cough up the grand he owes me and then i will drive across the mountains dragging all my expectations behind in my ancient honda.

i suppose i could spend my last hours in ohio doing my laundry or seeing friends who i probably will not see for months or years or ever, but it's being in limbo that kills me and i would just be a cranky asshole to everyone. so i'm thinking about money and thinking about the drive and the mountains and the joy of abandonning everything i love. i don't think about the things i don't love that i leave behind. but there are several somewheres in which the things i love sit like little islands left to their own devices and i think this may be the only way i'll ever learn anything.

so where the fuck is the man with the money? send me over the mountains already, goddammit!

in no particular order, and with no consideration for 'importance' outside my life:
my ten favourite albums.

pixies - surfer rosa
portishead - dummy
pj harvey - is this desire?
radiohead - the bends
van (the man) morrison - moondance
elvis costello - this year's model
bob dylan - highway 61 revisited
dr. dre - chronic 2001
joni mitchell - court and spark
wagon christ - musipal

that's it.