TICKLES AND SCRATCHES

TRYING TO RESTRICT MY PERSONAL REPORTING TO "I WANT YOU TO KNOW THESE THINGS BECAUSE I ALMOST DIDN'T BUT NOW I DO AND I THINK I'M A LITTLE BETTER FOR IT". RATHER THAN " I MUST FIND SOMETHING NEW TO KNOW EVERY DAY SO THAT I MEET THE QUOTA OF INTERESTING THINGS THAT MAKE MY OUTLOOK WORTH INVESTING TIME IN WHILE YOU FRANTICALLY TRY TO DIGEST EVERY PIECE OF MUST KNOW NEWS AND ENTERTAINMENT UNDER THE CYBERNETIC SUN." BUT, OBVIOULY, IT'S BOTH AND I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE. HOW IS YOUR FAMILY?

This Marker Smells like bananas

“Dear Robone (emphasis on the “ob”)

P.S. This Marker Smells like bananas

Yes I carry scotch tape

Ah- So I’m a sociopath greeting card-

So I went on a walk tonight, just follow the numbers and make sure you burn this when finished. Hope tomorrow is a truly “Groovy” day. Yeah, that’s fucked up. But so is a note under your door at 2:30 in the morning. Enjoui

BEGINNING

I’ve decided to start here. I just passed two skateboarders. After I passed them I wished I had said something to them. But I didn’t, because I suck. So I’m sitting on a path leaning against a limp post. I’m on my way to McClannihans, I’m sure it’ll be open in five minutes, or so I hope. So hey.

There is like no one out right now and its not even 12. Can’t say I’m not a little upset you couldn’t come out tonight, but I passed out from 8-10, so I have nowhere to talk. 

Miss you Robin. This is a lonely place.

So yeah, I thought about how I didn’t call out to those skaters and I was angry at myself. So I stood thinking about life and decisions, and ho I suck at them. I’m certain I misinterpreted everything on your Xanga, but I have nothing else to say about it. Life shouldn’t be schedules, life deserves to be spontaneous, resistant, enjoyable. Do you wish you could plan ahead more so you could enjoy your experience more? I’m not sure and I don’t want you yelling at this note so please disregard this I’m thinking I should head over to McClannihans, I don’t want it closing on me.

2. So yeah, I was wrong. McClannihans closed. In fact I watched them locking the door as I walked up. So I went to the unmark and got an Arizona Iced tea. I didn’t even want it really, but felt inclined to buy something sinse I came al this way. I have an exam and some word problems later on. Oh well, like I said, do what you want before you do what you have to do. 

So It’s now the 26th. My birthday is over. I just want to say, thank you so fucking much, you and Sabina, for a great fucking day. I’m sitting on a ledge behind Babies. There are a lot more people here, but all drunk. 

3. Just stopped by the arcade to play a game of Tetris. 48,289. My best score yet. So that’s good. Passed some guys on the street, they asked me for the time, I told them I did’t know it. 

So I’m sprawled across the bench by the Omega bank. If I had to guess, I’d say its about 12:40. Some sluts just walked by discussing how low their pants are/ can be. 

4. I’m sitting on the steps by Atherton Hall. The light is better here. I’ve become a Pex junkie. I’ve eaten two packets of {PEZ SHAPE} sugar goodness already. So purpose purpose, I’m on a walk and you usually use to do this with me, so I felt it customary to write you. 

Robin, you are my best friend, honestly. This school would fucking suck without you . When I use to think about transferring, I used to think about how much it would suck to be somewhere without you. So I stay. You are inspiring and talented and intelligent and fun and CRIPPLED. You make my days enjoyable. If it wasn’t for ou I would never get out. Hold on, I have to pop a pea. MMMmmm…

Some slut was just yelling at her boyfriend on the phone and crying. She was saying stuff like “all you ever do is cheat on me” Finally she told him where she was, which was standing right in front of me by whichever road this is. He shows u This is the elike three minute later, slaps her on the ass, whispers in her ear and says “come on baby, I’ll show you a god time” and she totally giggles and plays along. I tell you, this fucking college. It sucks to be a guy. 

5. I’m wlking and writing this is very difficult so I’m writing larger. I stopped in at SDGASDG for 2 minutes, their a fun bunch. So I learned rice is the greatest invention EVER.

6. I’m on top of the parking garage no. I decided to walk up it, so instead of taking the stairs I walked up all flights of spirals. ITs getting windier now, especially up here. But its nice. A little overcast to really see stars. One night we need to walk out to get close and watch the stars while relating theories of the universe. {PEZ Break} (2 left!)

Its not as high up as I thought it would be. Kind of takes the fun out of it. A municipal truck passed me twice during my ascent, but he didn’t give a fuck. I could be walking up here to jump off for al he cares. Well, I’m going to take the elevator down. I’m lazy.

7. So now I’m chilling on the floor of the elevator. Every level there is a window and I like watching/ feeling myself rise and fall. It’s a nice ride, should be on the tour. That’s enough. But again. fun fun.

8. This is the second time I saw the skaters. I talked to them this time, they seemed really nice. I’m doing my night right for once, acting on impulse and want. So I was “rewarded”I’m sitting in the tunnel now The breeze is lighter here. I guess I should make this apply more to you.

Robin, you make people happy. Everyone just wants ot know you or talk to you or just hang out with you. Spending time with you is alway the best part of my day, so sorry if it seems I’m a bit pushy. I don’t know, your my starring hope at the end of every day. But as I’m working at tonight, I’m trying to be less reliant on you and more on myself. 

9.Still in the tunnel, just ran out of space. I kind of wish people would maybe say something to me when they walk by or sit down next to me. I don’t look like a murderer I die that quality well. Cop just walked by, I waved to him, he didn’t do anything. 

I guess you are right, I don’t so much want to find people, I want them to find me. But I’m truing to change that. Be more spontaneous- force myself to do something I would normally back out of. That was my propose for the (wall?) Hpefully some good will come out of it. 

Robin I want to know you for years. My whole life if possible. You should be the best man at my wedding, or maybe I can be your maid of honor? I know, pink isn’t y color, but still. I want to share al oft with you, stay up every night making fun of eachothers days, encouraging each other on, etc. You’re very special to me and deep down I really have a love for you. You’ve kept me sane through all of my shit with Lindsay, and honestly that really means one hell of a lot to me. You’ve become the person I can really talk to. I never get tired of your company and sometimes worry you get tired of mine. Hopefully not

(Robin interjection: NOT)

I kno you don’t need it, but I want to support you, encourage, I want to be something important for you. I think I am really struggling to find a place. This year is insanely tumultuous. Decisions, shocks, changes, major GROWING UP!

The only thing steadying me and (ewjtheskjt) is you. I’ll honestly do anything you tell me to whenever. Name it and I’ll do it. 

(Robin interjection: Still!?!?!?!?)

Unless it is before *. I really don’t function then. 

“Being grown up isn’t ha;f as fun as growing up, these are the days of our lives”

You don’t need ot grow up just yet. Lets be young and Crazy and foolish. Play tetras till our eyes bleed.

10. Still in the tunnel, but I think I’m going to move soon. Yeah, I thnk I’m going to move.

11. I broke into a construction site. It was really easy actually. We’ll have to come back here one night and look around. I don’t have balls big enough to really walk around. I’m just sitting on the floor I guess I should explore it a little at least….

12. I stole two little pieces of tubing  I liked. You can have one. I’m sitting in the drinking trough, its comfy, very nice out tonight. You know, I cant honestly pick a single memory or story from my first semester. Even anything that I really like to think bacon and smile. But my second semester is full of them. I have you to thank for that. You really saved me this year. I probably would have just stayed in my dorm crying about Linsday but you got me out and moving on. I probably would have left PSFU too. You’ve become my saving grace (and you’re Jewish!)

Robin interjection: ahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha

(Pez Break) 

I have more than two left!

I’m writing on a stop sign on my tip toes. 

Neat!

13. Chilling on the bench outside our dorm. There’s two big groups of kids hanging out, smoking in front of the second adjacent dorms, as usual. I like how I refer to them as kids when they’re probably older than me. Well, I am 19 now. I keep singing the Ataris to myself. Tonight is a very unabated night, I like it. Wish you were sharing it with me. I have 1 Pez left, I’m saving it. But I doubt it will last.

14.Yo, we’re riding a bus. I wanted to ride to loop around for a while but it stopped moving. So somebody let me in and now I’m sitting on the lobby steps.  I wanted  this little cleft in my night to be something but I guess it is simply another night. I ko your not sad but I feel like you worry and my wonderfully masculine maternal instinct kicked in. I just wanted to make sure all was ok. I haven’t seen you or known you to be upset about anything sins I’ve known you. You really helped me out so I just want to always be there for you. Yes, even if it is entirely annoying and uncalled for.

I’m sorry I’m begin such an ass lately. I’m all fucked up with things and situations. It’s just a phase I think.

(Robin interjection: ahahahahahahahah)

But yet, I apologize, I’m sure it gets old and annoying fast. 

15. IT must be bordering 2AM now. I really want to talk to you. Sorry ,but I feel worked up for a reason and your my calming unit. I don’t want to exert too much emphasis or responsibility on you. IF I am or do, just be ilk “Chris” get a fucking life.”

Robin Int: NEVER

16. I really don’t feel like going back to my dorm or doing my work. I know that I’ll I’ll find there i Jason asleep and my away message box empty. I need more friends, I feel I’m just killing you with pleads to hang out with me. Ys, and walking around all night writing to you doesn’t do just that. Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. (drawing of you and idiot stick figure “one in the same”

17.  So, I’m almost out of paper and things to write. I don’t want to resort to (bothsfethe) but probably will.  I think you need to just tell me “Chris, you’re cool and all but we can’t hang out anymore.” You don’t have to use the “cool” part, but its a nice touch. I’m a paranoid freak and I don’t want to use you out. You’re more important to me than anyone and I would hate to lose that. 

The other nite Eva asked me if I had another half. Someone who just completes me. I told her I didn’t because Chris my best friend and I have really grown apart a little sadly. We’re still tight, but the connection and sharing of trust just isn’t there anymore.  IT sucks, at such a distance ad time and lack of communication. 

Anyways, she said you and Robin seem pretty close. And I just thought about it. I would like for you to be my other half. It’s a big request, but hey, It’ just another night folioed by another. 

18. I’m reading the “pro school activity” posters on your bulletin board. Neat. I think that those are a good 25 reasons why to be an orientation leader. In fact, I feel inspired to be one. I’m going to sign up now. 

19. (PEZ break)

Robin interjection: HOOORAY!!!!

0That was my last PEZ. I have another pack of orange back in my room. So good. 

I’ve been drawn this a lot (Robin interjection: Its two awesome connected stars that I might get tattood on me)

When I get my cool- cool emo hand going I think I’ll patent it and use it. 

20. Well, I guess I shoal be heading back. I have had my will to be obscene and walk about fulfilled and now I must succumb to scholastic activity. 

So in closing. (a good writer never writes that) I just will wrap up and say. Goodnite. I was just concerned you were’ having a good night and wanted you to. I wanted ot go to McClanihans to buy those soft cream sacs you like (robin int: ugghhh gross!) 

but they closed.  So I got the milk caramels that ROCK! So if they fit under your door you can enjoy them. Otherwise, disregard this for I will have eaten them on y walk home. 

Robin, I truly love you and our friendship and just hope to be able to become more comfortable and FUN with other growing semesters. Hope you feel rejuvenated tomorrow. walkabout

The Party think tank

In the summertime, the knob gets turned up to 11 on the NYC event-generating machine. As if  it was enough to filter through time out magazines cheap eats, cheap parties, and cheap singles, going.com, ohmyrockness.com, The Onion’s decider section, The New Yorker’s highbrow cultural goings ons, restaurant weeks, phantom street carnivals, bar tournaments, theatrical productions, comedy shows, Pool Parties, gallery openings, burlesque lessons, sports festivals, emotionally and intellectually confounding summer blockbusters, pride parades, THE BEACH, company soft ball matches, weddings, and LAUNDRY

I’ve added myself on to another event shuffling list: New York’s Burning Man mailing thread.

 I’ve never been to the Burning Man

I don’t own a Winnebago/ welding studio/ camel back/ snakeskin body suit/ dreadlock maintenance kit.

 But the folks on this list - who seem to build their lives around letting their inner Tarzans run endlessly wild through synthetic landscapes of neon light fixtures- they know how to throw parties!

 It is as if acknowledging a city filled with too much stimulation, the only way to fight back is by creating events SO clotted with spectacle and hyper activity, you fee like you are getting everything at once.

Last Saturday: Pirates life:

In short: Herded into little drug cartel vans and shipped off to a secret ferry floating in the Gowanas Canal. Station bicycles for mixed drinks. Fire Eaters. Marching bands. Contortionists. Studied costumes. BBQ. Hammock gardens. Cabinettes of curiososities. Floating light barges. And cargo pockets of mysterious randomosity. It was perfect mayhem, give or take a sinking ferry and a rotting smell of canal pollution.


My party pitches :
SILENT PARTY:People show up to a space equipped with all sorts of visual toys and stimulation, NOBODY CAN SPEAK! No audio music. Strict adherance ot visual stimulation

CRYPTOZOOLIGY POTLUCK
What would a mothman eat?

Triplettes of Bellville Fet
Make music out of beloved objects:

More ideas to come!

POSTCARDS FROM DAYS OFF.

POSTCARDS FROM DAYS OFF.

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A few months back, a friend of mine and I were sitting on his couch on a 50% wasted Friday night, trying to outdo each other with various you tube nuggets of entertainment gold. He showed me some videos in a series called “A Family Finds Entertainment” and sort of introduced/ dismissed it as elementary-excessive-art school-drivel. Quite honestly, IT WAS! BUT…it was drivel of a nature I have not yet seen. I don’t spend a lot of my media viewing time with my nose buried up the ass of used-tampon-shock-entertainment. There were no tampons in these films (to my recollection). But there were heaps of shock value coming from a frenetic editing style and costumed debauchery- vaguely reminiscent of young and old personality archetypes- and yet violently and dramatically tangential…almost as if inside the characters bodies was a bacteria that produced cocaine as a waste byproduct.

Without droning on I will fast forward *jip jip jip* to this past Sundays visit to the New Museum’s “Younger Than Jesus” exhibit. Turns out the phantom schizophrenic art student you tuber is drawing a big storm of interest:

Ryan Trecartin

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His videos employ all the goofy editing techniques of final cut pro that would likely get film students laughed out of their undergrad classes. Silly spatial warping, invisible limbs, nonsense cutting, absurdly amateurish lighting, shitty sound, crappy actors, and agonizing action. AND IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE ANY FORM OF FILM HAS HIT ME OVER THE HEAD QUITE SO EFFECTIVELY. There are extraordinarily humorous droning segments of Ryan and friends in drag or “pop cult clown” yelling things that SOUND LIKE obscenity as they violently traipse through apartment environments so over run with props and danger catalysts- it makes disaster flicks bursting with CGI look tame.

Harvard’s best code crackers couldn’t decipher the rhetoric of the characters. Its not that it DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. It just doesn’t make sense if you look at it with the hope of the calm serenity that point of view brings. There is a VIOLENT NARCASSISM that might actually be a harbinger of piece in these times of pop culture frenzy. “I WANT TO KNOW THE RESULTS OF MJ’s AUTOPSY!!!!

The results are in: our hunger for inconsequential information is ferocious and this Trecartin dude has presented that concept as a big bowl of humor sundae with FUCKED YOU UP cherries on top!

WATCH HIS STUFF TO FACE YOUR IDEOLOGICAL CELL PHONE BILL SEX PYRAMID!

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