adam at last

2001-10-31T11:32:00.000-08:00

i've been asked to do a project that involves "guerilla art." something that has to do with performance art is good. i've got a few ideas and need to type to help my self sort them out. one includes many different forms of webpages. a few others involve recording devices, cameras, microcassettes, DAT and other such things. maybe a picture of something. either way, it'll soon be interesting.

adam.

oh yeah, i might be back to writing.

2001-09-19T00:30:00.000-07:00

it's been seven years since i've read 1984, but for some reason i am compelled to pick it up again, and read. i normally don't read prefaces and introductions, but walter cronkite wrote this one in 1983, and it intrigued me to know what he had to say about the impending year:

1984 is an anguished lament and a warning that we may not be strong enough nor wise enough nor moral enough to cope with the kind of power we have learned to amass. that warning vibrates powerfully when we allow ourselves to sit still and think carefully about orbiting satellites that can read the license plates in a parking lot and computers that can tap into thousands of telephone calls. . . and other computers that can do our banking and purchasing, can watch the house and tell a monitoring station what television program we are watching and how many people there are in the room.

sure, i'm being a bit paranoid, which isn't like me, but everything that's happened in the last week has produced a lot of hype about better "intelligence" and security, but i don't think we want it at our privacy. maybe i've watched arlington road or enemy of the states too much.

adam.

2001-09-11T21:29:00.000-07:00

i've hit the road, and i am now sitting in a "chapters" which is canada's version of b&n bookstore. like everywhere else, the starbucks adjacent to the store is closed. even though that's where i'm supposed to meet josh and kristin. the day was good, except for the obvious, i hung out with erin for a little bit, her grocery shopping went something to the effect of; let's get grapes, now meet, now crackers, no, let's not get crackers, ok, let's get crackers, i've decided that i'm not going to get crackers, let's go. you'd think it'd take a few minutes, but it took about a half hour. i didn't mind in the least though, i bought some ginger ale, and cashews for my trip. my 2 dollars canadian bought me twenty minutes, i have 40 seconds.

adam.

2001-09-06T13:56:00.000-07:00

the countdown is now three days of work, 5 days at home. my last day working is saturday, then to modest mouse. my last day home is monday then driving. hopefully i'll stay safe.

adam.

2001-09-06T13:51:00.000-07:00

on august 23rd at 142pm, the phone rang;

"hello!"
-silence, but with background noise-
"hello!"
-background nose produces following sentence; "five years and you would just sit there?"
"what?"
-click-

that was a few days before peter's wedding, and it was a very strange happening. since then the phone has rang many times, i think a few have been hang-ups, but for the most part it's working properly.

adam.

2001-09-03T17:59:00.000-07:00

this one's for josh, the punker

who's in a bunker,
who's in a bunker?
women and children first.
and the chlidren first.

(clue, each line is a different link)

adam.

2001-09-02T00:22:00.000-07:00

my sleep schedule has been permanently changed to around 12 to 9ish. this is an interesting change. sleep now, talk later.

adam.

2001-08-23T02:28:00.000-07:00

the last four days (monday excluded) i have had to, for one reason or another, get up before i've been used to. 9:30 was the latest. today was 8:30. yet, for some reason i can't fall asleep. my dog is restless too. usually by this time of night she is passed out and if you want to see her, you must put your head in her box and almost drag her out. as i came downstairs to get my mind off sleep, she jumped up and met me at the bottom of the steps. head pushing me to let me know she wants to be petted. she tilts her head as i whisper to her trying to understand my words. maybe it's the change in the weather, maybe it's the current events that are about to be played out, maybe it's the rc cola i opened at 7:30.

adam.

2001-08-19T00:20:00.000-07:00

how to put this?

slow saturday night, new girl (as always) set to possibly meet me after work at 11:30, no show. recent, and much better, girl called and got a message that she is not accepting calls, the automated fellow informed me it was from everyone, but i know that automatons lie. as i'm driving home, i'm resilient, and i decided that i'm not going to let it bug me, but still it's there and just sitting. i get home, in hopes of maybe a pleasant message or email or phone call or something. you have one new email. when the window opens up it's and old girl (not age) and she informs me that "As a matter of fact I am in r_____ right now at d____'s house and we were expecting you to be here too! where are you?" and "d____ may come up [to seattle] so we can take you out for your birthday." so this is all good news. she gave me her new phone number. in light of the two first rejections (or what you want to call them) the last, even if it's a huge stretch, is reassuring. at least i have old friends.

adam.

2001-08-15T01:06:00.000-07:00

not much here.

2001-08-13T16:30:00.000-07:00

chicken and artichoke casserole

3-3½-pound chicken, cut up
1-teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon pepper
½ teaspoon paprika
4 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 14-ounce can artichoke hearts, drained and halved
¼ pound mushrooms, sliced
2 tablespoons flour
2/3-cup chicken broth
3 tablespoons dry sherry
¼ teaspoon rosemary

rinse chicken and pat dry. sprinkle with salt, pepper, and paprika. in fry pan, brown chicken pieces in melted butter. transfer chicken to a shallow 3-quart casserole and arrange artichokes in between. set aside. drain all but 3 tablespoons drippings from frying pan; add mushrooms and cook until golden. stir flour into mushrooms and cook 1 minute. then add broth, sherry, and rosemary. cook, stirring until thickened. pour sauce evenly over chicken and artichokes. cover and bake in 375°F oven for 40 minutes. serves 4-6

adam.

2001-08-13T02:44:00.000-07:00

draw a square. make the bottom line extend out beyond the corners. make the right hand line extend up only. about one third the way up the left hand line, on the inside, make a dot. that is a map of my block. the dot is me. you are here. mind you, this is no city block, it is a over sized suburban square.

it was about 1:30, i had just not kissed melody good night and crawled into my bed when, through the window i keep open because of the heat i heard a loud screech, then a huge crash. oops. a car hit something. not ten seconds went by and i heard a cop siren blare. so i threw on some clothes and went to investigate. (this is where the map comes in). i walked down my street to look around at the end of the block. nothing. i walked up and then over to roots road, which is the "up only" line, it is also a hill that i am at the bottom of. as i walk closer to roots, i see one cop car drive slowly by with lights, then one without. both going down. i get to the end and look towards where the cops went. just lots of flashing. so i decided to walk back to the first vantage point to see if i can see it now, mostly because i had seen an ambulance and a fire truck pass that way on the walk down the block.

what seems to have happened, with only a few minutes watch from a distance of a block, is a car went out of control, ran the stop sign at the T and into the house that sits opposite the T. my brain tells me that it wasn't a drunk, no, but it was someone that passed out, or had an attack of some sort, and was unconscious so they couldn't stop. maybe it'll be in the papers.

adam.

2001-08-09T12:26:00.000-07:00

i fell asleep sometime before 3 last night. i then woke up around 6:57, around. my throat was dry, probably because i don't drink 1/16 of the amount of water a human needs in a day, so i walked into my bathroom and had 16 ounces of good bathroom tap water. i didn't fall asleep for another 20 minutes or so, when your eyes are burning and your laying down that early thinking about how hot it's going to get today, 20 minutes is a long time. between 7:30 and 11:45 i woke up approximately 7 times, three of them were every quarter hour from 11 to 11:45. maybe my body is telling me that i've been getting too much sleep. i never listen to anyone.

adam.

2001-08-06T19:52:00.000-07:00

i think i've been blessed with a curse. or cursed with a blessing. either way it's both. i have the ability to figure someone out. with this comes the choice to use it to get to know someone closely, or use it to take advantage of them. i'm not like superman who embodies good and therefore needs an anti, or bizaro-superman. so good and evil is in me. i have that knowledge.

adam.

2001-08-06T17:08:00.000-07:00

he was dead when i arrived. . .
by nicholas moceri

completely and like totally in love with everyone
by ryan walsh

sometimes i just put these here so i'll re-read them later. both from sl-r.com

adam.

2001-08-06T16:36:00.000-07:00

elsinor

a great little lable located in the great little pacific northwest. with such bands as; the microphones, puritan, leisure world, the revolutionary hydra, and all-time quarterback

Welcome to the abode of this lovely little label we have, called Elsinor Records by some, El' Snore Records by one, "Who?" by the majority, and Those Darned Un-Professional Jerks by a growing number. I am Rasputin; Space-Future Monkey; Love Philosopher; Eternal Intern; Your Host.

adam.

2001-08-01T00:11:00.000-07:00

i just got some pictures back and put them up on my picture site

here's a still life i took just because the sun caught my eye and i had my camera in hand.

and here's on i took with my sister's camera

adam.

2001-07-27T02:48:00.000-07:00

grant staublin from tni books.

I lay and watch her fall asleep, taking note of everything. The grinding of the teeth (something she swears she doesn't do). The various lip movements. The nose krinkles. The leg jerks. Everything. And I think how much she means to me.
But I can't really elaborate about that right now because there's half a piece of pizza sitting in the fridge waiting for me.

2001-07-25T12:17:00.000-07:00

when i lived at the beach i spent a lot of time reading, writing and just sitting around thinking. now, home, with television, computer, and a boy with little self control. i haven't sat and read for a long period of time in a long period of time. i haven't written much of anything in the last few months. i'm not sure why, maybe lack of inspiration, maybe i've depleted my writing ability. since i haven't had much for you to read. here's a list of some older stories you can re-read if you like

i had too much time on my hands last november.

adam.

2001-07-25T11:51:00.000-07:00

confession

i'm a star trek fan. i wouldn't go so far to say i'm a trekkie like this girl, but i do enjoy the occasional klingon battle, or borg battle depending on which version you watch.

adam.

2001-07-21T00:38:00.000-07:00

does any one know of a good and free program for editing wav files? if so, please email me and let me know where i can download it. thanks.

adam.

2001-07-19T02:48:00.000-07:00

adam voith has a page of stuff sent in either by email or phone/fax. this here is the newest one, and probably one of the funniest i've seen. x3499

adam.

2001-07-18T02:31:00.000-07:00

smurfette did!!!.

again, i don't know what this site is about, and i'm not sure if it's in english. but try it for yourself, read one or two only. after that you will begin to lose something.

adam.

2001-07-18T01:18:00.000-07:00

these days i find myself thinking less and less of my specific day (which, up until now, has mainly been my thoughts since i can remember) and more and more about october. not just the month of october, but what it will bring. the months since the last time october rolled around have melted into one long month with nothing to separate them in the past nor giving way to anticipation for the future. so, now you want to know why october. i'm moving to seattle for school. i think i've said this a few times, but i figured now is a good time for a refresher corse since it's in the brain. work right now is meaningless, and getting very annoying. don't get me wrong though, i still have fun, i find ways, but i'm laying in bed waiting for mom and dad to wake me up and say "load up, it's time to go to disneyland" and sleep isn't easy. i'm ready to be rid of my house, my friends, my car! i live in seasons, every three months something new. it's been almost a year since i've had any huge changes and i think i've plateaued. at 20. blah blah blah. all this to say nothing has turned into nothing leading into something. and soon, i'll be doing the same job, for the same people but with different reasons and in a different city. i can't pay the rent, you must pay the rent.

adam.

2001-07-14T02:50:00.000-07:00

quickly

when i was driving home from visiting my sister last night at 12 midnight my car's internal calander turned to 13, knowing it to be friday the 13th. so gear 5 gave out, down to 4. 4? out. into neutral and the side of the road. into 2nd and stop because it's stuck. get out, walk to woodburn, only two and a half miles at midnight. find a denny's call mom with 1-800-COLLECT, 7 times and keep doing so until on the 8th time she answers and says, "i'll be there in half an hour" eat banana split and wait. drink two cups of coffee. mom. car. home. morning. dad. truck. drive. tow-truck. drive. "the transmission went out, i'll fix it on my own time and not company time" "thanks butch."

adam.

2001-07-13T03:00:00.000-07:00

remind me to tell you the story about driving home from tadmor (and what tadmor is). it's a good one, i swear.

adam.

2001-07-10T02:14:00.000-07:00

So What If She's Changed ...

before i turn in each night, i turn to blogger to see if there are any blogs that have been recently updated worth looking at, the following blog caught my eye with it's title "so what if she's changed" i clicked and this is the only post that popped up. out of context it's very good, maybe in context it's stupid. let's keep it out.

Tuesday, July 10, 2001
Darn, this really sux ... guess it was for the best. But hey, I'm not complaining bout us parting ways. It's her attitude that pisses me off. She's got this cold-to-the-bones attitude that's gonna melt the sun thingie. But heck, I just wanna burst !!!

adam.

2001-07-10T00:26:00.000-07:00

out of the vault

here's a little story i wrote in november:

boys 1 through 7

the pavement was cold under his feet. soaked with his tears or rain. at this point he wasn't sure which. his shoes, having been tied together and tossed onto the closest telephone wire, were now soaking too. it didn't matter though. they were out of reach. a slight over bite is no reason to pick on someone. the de-shoeing had begun without warning, but the pattern was the same.

"hey clarence." there was no need to make up something stupid. that was his name. "your mom forgot to pack your lower lip today." these kids weren't geniuses.

he looked over his shoulder and noticed carl and his small gang of 5th graders close at hand. slowly he picked up the pace. he figured if he did it slow enough the mob wouldn't notice his cowardice.

"clare-ants. where're you running to?" not slow enough.

he stopped and faced the music. coming from these guys the music was always cheap but carefully planned out.

as insults were pilled on insults. clarence was getting anxious to find out what his punishment for being alive was. everyday, it seemed, the same routine. he would head for home as fast as he could right when the bell rang. the boys would be right behind. knowing his path was only one way. on days when one or two of the normal ruffians weren't there he had wondered where they were. a sisters dance recital. shopping with mom. or maybe the dentist. who was some hugely nasty man with all sorts of out of date tools to use on the pretty teeth of boy #7 or maybe #3.

today it was his old shoes he had bought with his mom the other day at value village for $1.99. pumas. at least they aren't hitting me any more. not after the talk they got from the principle.

so he walked in the rain. enjoying as much he could of it. thinking how to get them back. next time buy velcro he thought.

adam.

2001-07-09T02:19:00.000-07:00

email beginnings vii

To: AmyJG@aol.com
From: adamatlast@hotmail.com
Subject: outro
Date: 07/27/2001

i was about to head to sleep when i figured i needed to fill you in on my life right now. the funny thing is, as i sat and typed that first sentence, i realized that our relationship right now is based on once or twice a week (sure, three times) emails that putty up the holes. right now, i've left a few holes, not ones that will harm anything, just ones that have built up and are on my mind. we've been going through a lot of changes at work, we lost two managers last month and just got a new one a week ago. we've hired three new people, two i've met, one i've worked with, and one is a female and, supposedly, quite the eye catcher. which brings me to my next subject, laura. when i first started working in october, this girl would come in once in a while with a nice fur coat, nice pants, and shoes on. from the get go i was completly intrigued, reason; red hair, great smile, amazing speaking voice. (yeah, her voice is enchanting, much like i imagine homer's hearing of the sirens.) over the past few months i've met her, had a chance to talk with her and tried to get her a job. as of now, we're on a first name basis, but we are both leaving in under 2 months. she's going to new york, and i am coming up to seattle. i'd ask her out, but what is that when i'm 20 and she's 19? maybe a play will do. as i typed those last few lines, i decided to read my archives and see where the last 3/4 year has lead me. i like where i am, and where i am going. the plaster is smooth once again.

adam.

2001-07-06T23:57:00.000-07:00

nice shiny black leg hairs

right now i hear police cars, fire trucks, and in a minute, i'm sure i'll hear the medics. i don't know what's going on, but living in the suburbs make these noises something of an event. other than that, i have a picture on the babes site. just click adam. i think i'm going to turn in.

adam.

2001-07-02T13:39:00.000-07:00

thought i'd drop you a line, lie and say i was doin' fine

spring cleaning is now in full swing with my parents, i don't know if they realize that it's summer now though. i'm not telling them. many things are happening today though, for one, it's my friday, yes two days off after today will be very nice. second, our new manager comes in, yes, new. and three, my car is being fixed, yes fixed (no, not that kind of fixed). a new clutch thingie, that's the technical term for it in my book. then tomorrow a short 3andahalf hour drive to my aunts, of course i will take my time and my camera so you will have plenty to look at if you follow the picture page (lots of fun with picture pages) that i have linked to this here site. anyhow, it's a clear day, and i'm staying inside.

adam.

bob schneider-lonelyland

2001-06-30T01:33:00.000-07:00

la conga

as we enter the small ex-taco bell 24 hour mexican restaurant, a man is at the counter. waiting and looking at the menu i start to listen to the guy, but not knowing spanish, he words were lost on me, but i could tell he was trying to make a point. i couldn't tell if he was mad at the service or something like that, or if he had something important to tell the workers behind the register. i do know that after he left, all three employees looked at each other with; a) a sigh of relieve, and b) an "what an idiot" look those in customer service know oh so well.

having not eaten at all today, it took me a while to figure out what my stomach could take. i chose the carne asada plate combo and grab a fork or two and dig in. stephanie is much easier, she already ate so is not wanting anything. it always seems that when i eat, she sits and talks. tonight was no different. we had a good conversation going. in the middle of my eating and her talking, two guys come in. every once in a while, i catch the one guys eye that is facing me, while the other just sits and eats. somewhere in the middle of my story (i lost the point) the guy with his back towards me turns and says "hey buddy! ever since we got here the lady hasn't said a thing" while we both know that's not true, we kind of laugh but i still apologize because i felt it necessary. steph turns and kindly assures him that it had been an even conversation and we were still laughing, mr. righteous indignation informed us that he didn't find it funny and we each went back to our meals. the whole scene made for an uncomfortable dining experience until they left. after the two walk out, steph tells me that it wasn't that she hadn't said anything, it was that her back was to them, and both of us speaking quietly, she was sure they just didn't hear her since they were facing the other way. i still feel bad about it though.

adam.

2001-06-28T01:18:00.000-07:00

if you're wondering why i never regale my days to you any more, it is mostly because i can't even stand to go over them long enough myself to write it out. today went something like this; 11:11 DING-DONG shot of adam scrambling to put on his bath robe and edging his door open to see what kind of street walker has startled him out of bed. sure to not open his door fast enough to catch the eye of the salesman (because they always come in the morning). ah! relief, not a solicitor at all, but the beautiful, and recently back from israel, steph. so down the stairs i go, holding the robe shut from steph's view. let her in and tell her to make her self at home while i put on clothes. we sit on the couch, my unkept feet on her lap covered from sight by a pillow, and listen to each others month. her's being much more interesting than mine, i let her talk most. she stays for an hour or so, goes through some pictures, then leaves. after the quick shower, back down the stairs i come. and sit in front of the tv for part of the day, after playing on the computer for the first half. "here's ten bucks adam, go rent me a movie" glad to get out of the house, i take my dad's money and go pick up "o brother where art thou?" and come home and watch it. which pretty much brings us up to speed. now, you are no longer wondering why i don't tell you these things, but you are wondering why you still read me.

adam.

2001-06-27T12:48:00.000-07:00

2001-06-27T00:02:00.000-07:00

yeti

the lack of evidence did not keep the government of Nepal from officially declaring the Yeti to exist in 1961. It became their national symbol, and an important source of income. There are even stamps of the creature.

2001-06-26T14:28:00.000-07:00

we just got a new scanner, so all those old photographs i don't already have on the computer, i can now put them here so you can see them. ok, now settle down, breath and it'll all be alright. i like thumbnails.

adam.

2001-06-26T02:57:00.000-07:00

worst movie ever

i don't dislike a lot of movies, the ones that aren't good in my book have some winning qualities. in this case, nothing brought the movie balance. very bad things. yes, that is right. i wasted an hour and a half of my life with this movie. even movies like fargo or a simple plan have some good parts. it's the type of movie where the whole way through you're saying "just turn yourself in, it'll all be alright." but with this one you feel cheated out of something. not even the actors could resurrect this movie. suck suck suck. i'm sorry, i don't write reviews of things too often, but i don't feel too strongly against something to often either.

adam.

2001-06-25T14:11:00.000-07:00

the world is a lot colder at 80 mph

the interesting part about the show on saturday was the people that were there. the most broad types of people came out to the middle of nowhere to here five guys from the uk sing. from the hardcore punks to the hippies to the rockers to the, excuse the term, jock/preppy kids. what was more interesting than the people that were there, were the people josh and i didn't see that we knew were going to be there. you may think that this isn't interesting because of the amount of people there. there were two groups of people that we knew there, those that we saw and didn't really care about seeing because we see them everyday, and those we didn't see and don't see except once a year. we saw jeff "suffering" betger, david bazan, and shaun from the deadlines. people we didn't see included elton kelly, paul (josh's college roommate), and nicole and jessica. i think i've said enough about the one day. but so much happened it's taken me a few days to organize my thoughts into cohesive sentences.

adam.

2001-06-25T01:30:00.000-07:00

the show was amazing. i could write a review, rehash all the gory details of the day/evening/morning for you, but that would just detract from the awesomeness of the whole experience. for those of you who don't care about the awesomeness, let me give you a visual. skinny man, big stage, wormy.

adam.

radiohead-amnesiac
capitol records

2001-06-23T10:21:00.000-07:00

how to get to radiohead

FROM: CLACKAMAS, OR
TO:SILICA RD NW QUINCY, WA

DIRECTIONS DISTANCE

Start out going South on SE 82ND DR towards OR-224/OR-212 by turning right. 0.0 miles

Turn RIGHT onto OR-224/OR-212. 0.1 miles

Take the I-205 N/OR-213 N ramp towards PORTLAND/OR-224 W. 0.3 miles

Merge onto I-205 N. 9.3 miles

Take the I-84 E/US-30 E exit, exit number 22, towards THE DALLES/MT. HOOD/COLUMBIA RIVER GORGE. 0.7 miles

Merge onto I-84 E. 94.7 miles

Take the US-97 exit, exit number 104, towards YAKIMA/BEND. 0.2 miles

Turn LEFT onto US-97. 61.5 miles

Stay straight to go onto WA-22. 3.4 miles

Take the I-82 W ramp. 0.2 miles

Merge onto I-82 W. 49.4 miles

Take the I-90 E exit towards VANTAGE/SPOKANE. 0.6 miles

Merge onto I-90 E. 32.7 miles

Take the SILICA RD exit, exit number 143. 0.1 miles

Turn LEFT onto SILICA RD. 0.4 miles

SILICA RD becomes VANTAGE RD. 0.7 miles

TOTAL ESTIMATED TIME: 5 hours, 11 minutes
TOTAL DISTANCE: 254.3 miles

2001-06-19T01:43:00.000-07:00

ok, so let me give you a run down of what i've changed. if you'll notice the picture at the top, you'll see three things: aim, email, and archives. click and go. the same things sit at the bottom. secondly on this page; i've made it so it shows only one days posts, which might encourage me to write a bit more substantially. lastly is the archives, i've just spent some time updating that page so it will be easier to navigate. it's all up to you. if you don't like this format, let me know because i'm just toying with the plans right now.

adam.

2001-06-19T00:59:00.000-07:00

the last few weeks i've spent doing nothing. taking pictures, reading books, buying/listening to music, and working. i've been thinking a lot, trying to rehash the last few years of my life. summer has brought a handful of old friends back into my occasional life. i've spent a few hours driving, just thinking to myself. what have i come to? nothing but an empty take of gas. i'm in the process of living, and the parts where i can't figure out what that is, well, those are the parts when i'm doing the best at it.

adam.

squirrel nut zippers-hot
mammoth

2001-06-19T00:45:00.000-07:00

i am going to spend some time now updating my page. it might look the same here, but i don't know what it will be when i'm finished.

adam.

2001-06-19T00:07:00.000-07:00

a little something on fight club.

and more on fight club.

2001-06-13T02:25:00.000-07:00

time is but the stream i go a-fishing in. i drink at it; but while i drink i see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. it's think current slids away, but eternity remains. i would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. i cannot count one. i know not the first letter of the alphabet. i have always been regretting that i was not as wise as the day i was born. the intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things. i do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than neccessary. my head is hands and feet. i feel all my best faculties concentrated in it. my instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it i would mine and burrow my way through these hills. i think that the richest vein is somewhere hereabouts; so by the divining-rod and thin rising vapors i judge; and here i will begin mine.

2001-06-12T00:13:00.000-07:00

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we know how it is

this last fortnight has been crazy for me. the first half i spent trying to figure out how to go to my sister's graduation, then the second i just worked myself to death. i've been listening a lot, reading a little, and surfing my fare share. weezer has some audio clips available and some video (that's what the picture is up yonder). i've also had burn craze ever since i bought my cd burner. i went to the local library and checked out a few cd's and have been burning like mad. my collection is growing by leaps and bounds. i will, from now on, buy records and check out cd's or borrow them from friends. i will still buy some cd's that i can't check out for a few reasons, one being the rarity, two being my obsession with the whole buying and owning the cd as it was sold.

adam.

velvet crush-teenage symphonies to god

2001-06-07T13:20:00.000-07:00

monday i took razor in hand and manipulated the look of my hair. it went from a few inches to a few millimeters (for you non-metric users, that's really small). each day since i use my shower shaver and keep it nice and short. right before i shaved i was told i look like john cusak, now i'm told i look like moby. i wonder if someday, some one will say "you look like adam wygle" to some kid working in a coffee shop.

adam.

bob dylan-another side of bob dylan
columbia

2001-06-07T03:53:00.000-07:00

i put a couple of these:

at the top of the page, if you like radiohead, click, if not, don't.

adam

2001-06-03T15:42:00.000-07:00

all i can say is: he's an amazing man.

adam.

johnny cash-love
american

2001-06-01T03:25:00.000-07:00

an hour and a half ago, i climbed in bed with walden, (a book i've been wanting to read forever, and just now started and love) and planned on being asleep in under an hour. when i heard a skirmish outside. not a skirmish so much as a slight rustle and some whispers. tee-pee-ers. i kept reading, waiting for them to leave. when i heard the car drive away, i put on some clothes and went outside and in a fury, cleaned up the mess, and waited. inevitably the perpetrators again drove pass to see their art. but, to their surprise, nothing was there. as they got out and walked up to see what happened, and redo the whole ordeal, a flash went off and they took off running and screaming. they drove around the block and came back to me sitting with the bag of wadded up toilet paper. i helped them distribute it again, seeing as it was a gift for my sister. i'm a nice brother.

adam.

2001-05-31T23:54:00.000-07:00

stories to tell you've never heard

last thursday my little sister (eighteen) decided that the family van would look better with the airbag deployed, so she choose the easiest way to do this and ran into another car's rear end. so i hear today that it has been deemed "totaled" by our insurance company, and we will be getting enough money to send her to college and for my mom to get a new-used car. i don't know if this was by design, but it seems like it.

adam.

jeremy enigk-return of the frog queen
subpop

2001-05-29T01:48:00.000-07:00

after reading x3499 it reminded me that i have yet to brag about my connection to kevin bacon. my mom grew up with the guy who wrote flight of the navigator, which had sarah jessica parker in it, sarah jessica parker was in footloose with. . . kevin bacon. so four degrees between me and kevin, and i actualy met the guy who wrote that movie, so maybe it's only three.

adam.

2001-05-29T01:28:00.000-07:00

i am excited for summer, it's the first time in years (since school) that summer holds the unknown. adventures only matched by the hardy boys. i haven't any idea what i'm going to do, but i do know that i am going to visit my friend who lives in eastern oregon and do a lot of out-of-doors stuff, hiking, climbing, all sorts of stuff, hopefully i don't get hurt too bad. but i plan on having a shaply body, chisled by the hard work and sweat of climbing rocks, and trails full of dust. either that or just tired and bruised.

adam.

the juliana theory-emotion is dead
tooth and nail

2001-05-27T23:55:00.000-07:00

yes, spring is in the air.

three events in the last week have made me wonder what is so attractive about the green apron? i got a phone number (and this time it worked), i got a two dollar tip, and i got a really high compliment that i looked like john cusak from a somewhat older girl (she then informed me that in high school she wanted to "jump him," so i don't know how i should take that).

adam.

2001-05-27T23:19:00.000-07:00

i will say it again, i am getting old. i spent yesterday at a 5 hour mini-fest. 5 punk bands, rock and roll. i spent today laying around doing nothing but letting my natural healing power do it's duty and make me unsore. i watched the one hundred most shocking moments of rock and roll today on vh1. it seems that every week they have a new countdown, and every sunday they play the whole thing for most of the day. after watching all these i have come to realize that three people/groups are always somewhere in the top ten, and if you haven't heard about one of them right before the commercial that sets up number one, you know who it is. these three people/groups are elvis, kurt cobain/nirvana, john lennon/beatles. it's usually one of the last two, but i've seen the first one sneak in there.

adam.

the promise ring-nothing feels good
jadetree

2001-05-26T11:45:00.000-07:00

we'll get in anyway

back up and going, just sitting here listening to the same (kid a) album. enjoying the warm summer day (it's spring though). as soon as josh gets here we're taking off for the music show, the rock show. right now i need food.

adam.

2001-05-21T12:24:00.000-07:00

moby-play
v2

2001-05-20T23:17:00.000-07:00

another reason i keep counting the days to moving out, commentary. i forget about it when i'm the only one home, sitting watching tv is a quiet veg time, as soon as dad comes home, the tv becomes someone to converse with. i don't know if he thinks the people in the tv will react to his comments, or if he thinks he's giving me life lessons by telling me the bad stuff on tv. either way i ignore them. tonight when fox mulder said "i just followed the star" my dad's response was just "sheesh" and disgust. i decided a quick comment by me would do the trick so i simply said "we don't need commentary." of course he had to respond in a way that lets me know that "this is his house." three more months.

adam.

blur-self titled
virgin

2001-05-19T12:11:00.000-07:00

saturday

many artists have written about saturday, from elton john saying "saturday night's alright for fightin'" to chicago spending saturday in the park, to damien jurado singing "love can't change me and you were wrong to think it could." but the one thing i would write about, if i could write music, is satuday is the day i realize i don't live alone anymore. my sister, who is still in high school (three more weeks), is a big drama freak (as was i), the only problem is, she doesn't have a backstage voice. she's good onstage, every one can hear her, but off stage every one can hear her. on mornings when everyone is home--mother, father, sister--i get no sleep. i work late nights, and then stay up late anyway, so i sleep until noon or so, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. except on saturday, that's when i wake up to yelling through the house, blowdryers, music (usually something my sister has stolen from me), lound grinding sounds in the kitchen, but so far, invariably, i have awoke each saturday the last four months sooner than i would like, and thus, making my day a day spent with out sleep. three more months.

adam.

radiohead-kid a
capitol records

2001-05-19T02:03:00.000-07:00

i just got done watching a movie, and i enjoyed it. recently, i've been watching whatever movies my parents have brought home. they usually don't rent movies, but since my dad got the dvd player, we've been watching a lot of movies. a brief list of movies are:

matrix
miss congeniality
hollow man
the mummy
billy elliott

now, for the most part, i haven't really enjoyed those movies, matrix is always good, and mummy was decent, i really liked billy elliott. mom and dad don't have the best taste in movies, so of course i wasn't surprised to find the emperors new groove sitting on top of the tv tonight. i plugged it in, and laughed the whole time. two things made it better than most disney movies, one; no love story, two; no music. john goodman, and david spade are great. but my favorite was the character played by the guy who was putty on seinfeild. good movie, i haven't watched the dvd special stuff though.

adam.

badlands: a tribute to bruce springsteen's "nebraska"
(subpop)

2001-05-19T00:11:00.000-07:00

i just updated my cd listening post, after i got done, i realized that i am going to do something different from now on, i'm going to end each post with the cd i'm listening to, and maybe a link to the site. and so i will begin with this entry. it'll change from day to day, but for the most part each entry will have something different for you to ignore. (well, unless it's been posted in a small time change).

adam.

roadside monument-eight hours away from being a man
(tooth and nail)

2001-05-18T13:16:00.000-07:00

two in the hand

as i get ready (mentally, not actually getting stuff together) to leave for the art institute this fall, i keep thinking i need to do something before i leave. what though? after careful consideration, i've decided to go on a road trip, possibly alone, maybe with a sister or a friend. where to? right now the only tentative place is atlanta, and if i am going with a friend, we'll go to philly too. my uncle lives in atlanta, and i've told him i'll come visit him for years, so this is the perfect time i think. now i have to find a good car to go in.

adam.

2001-05-18T13:05:00.000-07:00

now playing

in the last few months i have bought quite a collection of music, some of it stuff i should have had or did have a long time ago, some of it stuff i'm just finding out about now, either way, it's playing, and here, for your enjoyment, is the list.

blur-s.t.
elvis costello-the very best of
love-s.t.
badly drawn boy-the hour of the bewilderbeast
johnny cash-live at folsom
the beta band-the three e.p.'s
moby-play
play the b sides
i like to score
weezer-"green"
dido-no angel
fairport convention-s.t.
nick cave and the bad seeds-no more shall we part
bob schneider-lonelyland
the promise ring-30° everywhere
nothing feels good
beck-one foot in the grave
radiohead-kid a
joe christmas-upstairs, overlooking
mk ultra-original soundtrack
pan sonic-a
various artists-badlands (a tribute to bruce springsteen's "nebraska")

i have more, but for now that's what is in rotation.

adam.

2001-05-18T01:40:00.000-07:00

i saw a link to a college radio station's blog, they just started it. right now only three of four posts, but it seems like a good idea, you know, late nights, playing music, getting bored, write something interesting. when i followed the link it ended up being in chicago, so i can't listen until the transmit via the internet, but then i still won't be able to because i have a phone line and am lucky if it runs over 28.8. so the site? wrrg.blogspot.com. the main page is wrrg.org. keep checking them out, encourage them to write more, i think it'd be cool to get a blog going on college radio stations nation wide. also, i'm going to atlanta in september.

adam.

2001-05-18T00:51:00.000-07:00

five years in under 28 minutes!?

2001-05-15T13:12:00.000-07:00

i am questioning my buying power, should i purchase a cd burner that i plug into my stereo that burns three discs to one, or should i get one that i can plug into my computer and burn as many as i want. i will give you arguments on both. if i buy the one that plugs into the stereo, it would a) give me a three disc changer, b) be able to go with me to school, but c) run a higher risk of getting stolen, and d) is expensive. the external burner for my computer will a) let me create a cd with as many artists as i can find, b) be able to plug into any computer with a usb port, but c) i'm not taking a computer to school, so i'd have to use the lab's or find a friends computer to do this task, and d) is inexpensive. i think i'm going to check out the three disc changer and see if i can, while one cd is recording, change the other cd's out. i'm going to costco to see what kind of external burners they have, i'm also going to see if they have the new weezer cheaper than other places.

adam.

2001-05-13T02:49:00.000-07:00

better run for you life (if you can)

today was not a good day. i will tell you why. one, i cut my hand on glass. not a big deal until i did it again ten minutes later. now all of this happened right before closing, so i didn't have to make any bloody lattes or anything. but this is the adam luck. i work with a group of people that are, well, to put it bluntly, a nothing but a bundle of raging hormones. aaron is a morning worker, but he was filling in for karen who wanted to spend time with her husband. so aaron knows people that i don't, and it works both ways. tonight a girl that i used to see all the time when i worked mornings came in, and aaron struck up a conversation, mostly about her music or something, i didn't listen too well. she gets her drink then proceeds to browse the bookstore adjacent to us. amber comes back from her break (amber being the biggest hormone ball) and it's my turn. so to the music books i go, on the way i bump into the music girl and start talking. i ask her what kind of music she writes/sings/plays and she tells me "mostly folk" so we get to talking about the local rock scene and i mention some bands that she should listen to. we talk about God and "christian music" and all that stuff, both of us agree that, for the most part, christian music sucks, but there are some rare gems out there. i tell her of some that i know off the top of my head and "you have to listen to them, so i'll bring a cd in next time i work so you can borrow it." at this point all is well, because she gets excited and says "when do you work next?" "tuesday" "okay, i'll see you tuesday" and back to work i go. talking with aaron again, he informs me that she has a child. i can deal with that, but it gets worse, the guy that got her pregnant, she married, good right? well, not if they don't really like each other, and can't handle the relationship. this is the point where adam's night got horrible. the realization that i need to run kicked in, and the running event will too. there are three types of girls in my life right now. type a) married; type b) gay; type c) wish they never met me.

adam.

2001-05-11T13:51:00.000-07:00

not soon enough

when i wrote the last post, it was about 12:30 or so, but blogger was down so i couldn't post it until now. between then and now though, i went to see if anything else was posted about the radiohead show, and yes, pre-sale tickets have been on sale since yesterday, so i don't have to wake early, i just borrowed my moms card today.

adam.

2001-05-11T13:48:00.000-07:00

ticket line

with the invention of computers and the internet, you don't have to wait in line for tickets anymore, but you do have to fight traffic of a different kind. tomorrow morning, at 9 am, tickets for the only northwest radiohead show go on sale. now being of little control over my cash, i have forced myself not to have any form of credit/debit card, so i either have to dash over to Joe's (local store that only stays in business because they sell tickets to shows such as this) or i have to borrow mothers card and buy them on-line. one problem presents itself, waking up at 9. to the normal, average human being, 9 isn't early. but for someone that gets off work at 11:30 and home at midnight, it makes 9 early. for the most part, i don't get to bed before 2 or 3, but that means that, after reading or listening to the new music, i don't fall asleep until 4 or so. but i think i can sacrifice a little sleep, wake early, then take a nap once the tickets are firmly in hand, and they will be by this time tomorrow. well, firmly in hand means e-firmly.

adam.

2001-05-07T23:19:00.000-07:00

spick 'n' span

there's something to be said for a clean room. there is also something to be said for spending four hours making your room look the way it should have in the first place, but now it's better and i can have a seat in one of the five places around the room without having to clear stuff onto the floor.

adam.

2001-05-07T02:48:00.000-07:00

5:07pm

the first one is normal, the second is jive talk.

if i ever have a daughter, i will call her "margarita." when people ask her if she was named after the drink, she will lie and say "no."

if ah' eva' have some daughter, ah' gots'ta call ha' "margarita. WORD!" when sucka's ax' her if she wuz dojiggerd afta' de drink, she gots'ta lie and say "no. 'S coo', bro."

2001-05-07T02:41:00.000-07:00

after reading adam voith's Mr T. experience i started surfing, and this is the best one i found. click here to read it in jive. here to read it cockney. and this is the main page.

adam.

2001-05-07T01:46:00.000-07:00

of bedtime stories and being next to godliness

nothing has been done tonight, tomorrow i will make my room look more like it should, and less like it does (meaning: i will clean my room when i feel like it). right now i think i'm going to push stuff aside from my bed, crawl in, and make myself sleep. i'm almost done with my story, but i can't end it, i don't know why.

adam.

2001-05-07T01:15:00.000-07:00

as seen on josh's page: Penny Whistles, Arsons, and Medical Advice

Regarding a very important German word that no one knows how to pronounce:

In the first and only fiction writing class I ever completed in college on short story writing, the teacher had us go around the room and share our favorite words with the rest of the class. I had one favorite word to offer: Angst. I had undoubtedly heard the word used in connection with some of the unbearable noise I listened to in those years of—relatively speaking—lesser artistic enlightenment. It is undeniable that this word has been slung around by the existentialists to no small degree. Angst, feeds existentialism, it is the air the existentialist breathes, or the glasses the existentialist looks through, or something of equal importance. I for one, welcome this unexplainable feeling of dread at all times. As egocentric as I and others seem to be, it makes perfect sense that we would want a feeling great enough to carry with it our own obvious importance.

What is remarkable to me about Angst, is that when we consider the great importance of it for living a life of good faith, and authenticity and all these things that existentialists (I include myself in this crude generalization) are so bent on grasping, that it seems to be so tied to geography. I spent a summer in California working with the youth group of a well-to-do but small church in Bonita, California and I am dumbfounded in hindsight at how few were the good existentialists down there on the sunny beaches I visited daily. I don’t know if I met one person who really had any grasp on what Angst is. Sure, a bad day was bound to roll around once in a while. Maybe it would get a little too warm and sunny—Heaven forbid it—or maybe a cloud would shed a few drops of rain and people would feel a little upset and perhaps confused as to why their world had turned against them when it was usually so pleasant. But all in all, there was no grasp of Angst in Southern California—“So Cal! Yeah!” I think they called it.

Two long days drive north and you’re in Seattle. It’s best that you skip Portland all together and go straight so Seattle because Portland is not known for expression of any kind—at least not the kind that you would be really proud of. You never know exactly what Portlanders are thinking and judging by number of “adult” bookstores, I’d wager a guess that you wouldn’t want to. In Seattle there are countless bands, and countless concerts in which you will get the idea that your average teenage Seattleite has a good grasp of what angst is, and they may even know the word and how to pronounce it. But why?

After months of careful consideration, I am still at the fist conclusion I came to when I first thought of the northwest and the southwest—and their relationship to angst. Life in Seattle and the northwest in general, is such a painful state of affairs it is impossible to forget for more than a few minutes that life is unexplainably miserable. When the outsider band comes into Seattle, Vancouver, or even Portland—let’s say, Jets to Brazil playing “All Things Good and Nice,” the northwesters will nod their heads and smile. “That’s really nice,” the northwesters will say and they will be sincere. But there is something about cold rain that never lets you think that life can be described in songs like “All Things Good and Nice.” But, perhaps we could live very pleasant lives of bad faith and inauthenticity in “So Cal! Yeah!” and never know the difference.

josh.

2001-05-06T02:08:00.000-07:00

i will now elaborate on a point made in high fidelity the movie

in the last scene of the movie, rob talks about making a tape for laura, a tape of songs she'll like. now what's the difference between this tape and the tape he made for her earlier in the movie, or the tape he made for any other girl in the movie? a tape made for someone is most often to broaden the musical taste, or introduce them to bands, like the one i made jen. a tape you make with "song's she'll like" has a lot more thought put into it, these are songs that are either special to the girl or have something in them that will make the special to her. on the first tape though, the songs on there are just the best off the album, or the first of the album, so little attention went into lyrics. much more can be said on this, but not now.

adam.

2001-05-06T02:01:00.000-07:00

honesty

if you search for tenderness/it isn't hard to find/you can have the love you need to live/but if you look for truthfulness/you might just as well be blind/it always seems to be so hard to give

*honesty is such a lonely word/everyone is so untrue/honesty is hardly ever heard/and mostly what i need from you

i can always find someone/to say they sympathize/if i wear my heart out on my sleeve/but i don't want some pretty face/to tell me pretty lies/all i want is someone to believe*

i can find a lover/i can find a friend/i can have security/until the bitter end/anyone can comfort me/with promises again/i know, i know

when i'm deep inside of me/don't be too concerned/i won't ask for nothing' while i'm gone/but when i want sincerity/tell me where else can i turn/because you're the one that i depend upon*

by billy joel

2001-05-01T13:13:00.000-07:00

11:59pm Monday, May 30

i'm sitting in my room, making a tape for jen (the show-girl) with mostly 'punk' stuff, you know; clash, ramones, no use for a name, etc. (i also have some of the best "non-punk" punk, ie the cure, devo, weezer, jet's to brazil.) it's the third time i've made this tape. the first tape consisted of a bit of everything from my arsenal, but it got too complicated for a first tape. tape the second is exactly the same as number three, except i forgot to rewind tape one before making two, so song one starts in the middle of tape one's first song (the tourist). i have my phone set to receive a phone call from her, but it's not happening. i think i'll make a copy of this tape for myself. i included a function that makes it hard for her to know the song unless i am with her, i didn't give a track listing.

adam.

2001-05-01T10:47:00.000-07:00

the most important meal of the day

i haven't decided what's healthy for a good diet. not a diet to lose weight, just the normal day to day diet. right now i have maybe two meals a day, sometimes three. but they are never at the same time they were the day before, nor around that time. i don't know if this is bad or not, but it's the way i live my live. it's the way i've lived it for six months or so, maybe that's to blame for something. right now i'm going to scrounge up something close to breakfast, it's 10:45.

adam.

2001-04-28T03:14:00.000-07:00

sleep deprivation explained

the reason i am still awake two hours after i crawl in bed is not just one thing. my mind is thinking of the two huge bills i have, one to the state for going faster than they want me to in my car, the second is to the company that will pay for the damages if i get in an accident. i am also thinking of today's wedding. where one of my closest friend is right now. what made us such good friends. the last is consuming my thoughts even when i'm not trying to sleep. her name is jen. and this is the whole thing. wednesday at the squad 5-O and juliana theory show i met her by hitting her in the arm lightly. after apologizing and making a joke, she smacked me in the chest telling me she understood. i laughed. so throughout the show we talked. i found out where she was from and what she like in music. she had to leave early, but she gave me her phone number to call her about other shows. so the next day, after co-workers said i should wait a few more days, i called her and left a message on her voice mail. after i hung up i gave up and figured i'd not hear from her until i ran in to her at a show a few weeks down the road, at which point she'd make an excuse as to why she didn't call me, i'd smile politely and we'd avoid each other the rest of the night. but a few hours later the phone rang and on the other end was her voice. so i told her about the shows and listened to her stories for about ten minutes, which is a long time when you're getting paid for working. friday, tickets for a really good show went on sale, and the place of sale just happens to be across the parking lot from where i work, so during my break i run over to pick up some for my friends, co-worker, and me. then i think "hey, here's another good excuse to call jen." i call her and the voice mail comes on again. short message about tickets. a few hours, again, she calls. i ask if she wants me to buy her some but she said that she was going to come out and get them herself. i got off work at three and that's when she showed up. we hung out, walked around the cd shop, spent money we shouldn't have and had a great time. she had to work, i had to go to a wedding. after the wedding i call again. voice mail. message left. no return this time. a few hours later, while making her a tape, i give her a call and talk shortly. i don't know where this is leading, but it seems good to me.

adam.

2001-04-27T22:52:00.000-07:00

i'm not even sure this night happened. i just got back from the wedding i've been anticipating for the last few months and it was really, really good. i realized tonight that i still want to be part of amy's life, but not in a boyfriend kind of way. i want to be a friend of her and her husband forever, i really like her, and therefore, i'm sure i will like him. anyway, i'm tired, and expecting phone calls. so away i go.

adam.

2001-04-26T01:19:00.000-07:00

picture pages, picture pages, lots of fun with picture pages

adam.

2001-04-25T00:48:00.000-07:00

on and on

i don't know what's happening to me. i watched a movie, i'm listening to music, and life is throwing me a weird feeling. i spent last night talking to an old friend. we talked a lot about familiarity, and how it keeps people together. as i sit now, re-reading the conversation (it took place thanks to aol) and the emails that followed, i am assured that i have no idea how to run my life. i know how to drive a car, i know, sort of, how it works. you get in, turn the key, and step on the gas. don't hit anything, and don't let the cops see you going too fast (77 is Too Fast). life, though is not as easy. the only way you know if something works is to try it. i know (well, hope) that each time i turn the key, the engine will start, but if i trust a person i once knew so well, will it go good this time? when i hit the "return" button on my keyboard, it sends the message i am typing to josh, i know this because that's how it works. if you want to have mac and cheese, you read the box. these things have been proven, time and again, to work. now, we as humans don't have constants, such as heat to boil the water, we do know that a person can change in a minute, all these things that make up humans, make them complicated, make them human, even someone who is 'simple' is too complicated for me to understand entirely. i know how i will act in a given situation, like falling and scraping my knee. i can only speculate, maybe say that i know, how i will act if my, or someone i love's life is in danger. so many things go into each choice, and so many things come out of each choice. by telling the girl at work that i would go to the prom with her, would make a lot happen, the prom wouldn't be the end. (i said no.) by telling someone "we'll give it a shot" i've set into motion a whole bunch of reactions, by them, by others outside of us, by people i don't know. hit play on my cd player, and you'll hear music. ask someone to come to town early, you might see them, you might not. too much for one night.

adam.

2001-04-23T23:00:00.000-07:00

voted most likely to change

here are some newer pictures of me, a few are good some are kind of dumb, but it was a fun day when we took them.

adam.

2001-04-23T11:45:00.000-07:00

there was a price to pay

on my way to josh's yesterday i was making some what good time. going up hills slowed me down, so i let my little car go when i reached the down half of the hill. when i get to the final nine miles, which is mostly flat, i get stuck behind a slow moving truck, and i thought to myself that it would be alright to stay behind this guy for a short while because it was only a few more miles, at that point i check my rearview to see a camaro with red and blue flashing lights telling me i should get over, so i do and the police guy gave me a ticket. it was only $175, which means i suck.

adam.

2001-04-22T20:56:00.000-07:00

i got a ticket

2001-04-21T23:59:00.000-07:00

i'm helpless again

i'm going to get a rc cola and not sleep that much even though i'm exhausted.

adam.

2001-04-20T13:46:00.000-07:00

Penny Whistles, Arsons, and Medical Advice

josh has posted a list of why him and i are the best guys. over the past few years, i've come to realize that the best qualities that women look for in a man, can't all be found in one guy, but if you take two of us and make one frankenstein male, you will get something closer to the perfect guy. since we live in a semi-monogamist society, this theory is hard to prove, but it still stands.

Friday, April 20, 2001

www.adamatlast.blogspot.com and I have several things in common. I have taken the liberty of writing out a list of these commonalities, assuming that you are interested enough to warrant me spending the time. The following list should establish the fact that Adam and I are in fact one and the same person. Are we? Are we?

1. Our undying affections for a girl our friend is dating.
2. An infatuation with Starbucks coffee and the women who serve it.
3. An unhealthy commitment to the Simpsons.
4. We are the only two people in the world who have four copies each of the Ninety Pound Wuss single, "In Silence (Whom Can You Trust?)."
5. We are both rock kids in the obscure tradition of dark romantic post-punk experimentalism (although I am more rock than Adamatlast could ever hope to be).
6. We both wear pants.
7. We share the belief that because we don't have girlfriends right now that we will spend our summers surfing, camping, fishing, etc., rather than mope around in the city, going to shows, and engaging in dialogue about why we need to change our lives.

adam.

2001-04-19T15:20:00.000-07:00

summer shorts

my clothes are in the dryer, i'm listening to ramones, bob schneider, dido, and badly drawn boy, quite the mix. i have a headache, and will write more if i feel like it later.

adam.

2001-04-18T01:39:00.000-07:00

new and used

during my lunch break at work i walk over across the parking lot to the warehouse, a somewhat decent cd store that sells new and used cd's. as i tried to figure out why i was in the store, i noticed a listening station to my right, i walked over, picked up the first cd that caught my eye and hit the button that corresponded with the cd in my hand. the guy's name is bob schneider and i've never head of him before. as i listened to him, i realized that this is a guy that is good, i mean real good. so i scanned through more of his stuff and ended up buy his cd for a low price of 9.99, well, low for a new cd. i couldn't leave with just one cd though, and i've been having an argument with myself as to the buying of this other cd, well, i'll tell you right off i ended up buying it. what it is, and why i wasn't too sure about buying it, you'll understand when i say the one word that sums up the name. but, before i go on, i must say this, i have been hearing lots of good things about her (clue 1) and have seen her video (clue 2) and heard her song played in different places. so, because she has a video, and because she is on the radio, i shouldn't buy her and support corporate musicians, right? well, no. i'm about music, i don't care where the money goes to, as long as the music is worth the price, naturally i had to buy it used or else it would be too bad for my head. sappy? yes. pretty? yes. i was very impressed when i heard the whole thing last week, and spent the last week in debate as to why i should buy something from a girl named dido. i did, and i'm very happy with my purchase. i am, i swear.

adam.

2001-04-17T15:26:00.000-07:00

vh1 has turned into a station i can watch, or i have turned into a person who can watch vh1

yesterday, as i was sick, sitting in my parents dark room watching the only working tv in the house, i watched vh1 count down the top 90 videos of the 90's, 19 of which i really enjoy. number one, before they announced it, as always my dad and i tried to guess what it was, i don't remember what he said, but when i told him mine was "smells like teen spirit" he said "no, it's a good video, but i don't know about it being the best" cut to commercial, sell a few hair products, "and we're back, counting down the best videos of the 90's, let's do a recap. . . and now, the best video. . . " as the first few chords were played, i looked at my dad and said, told ya. it's a fun game, i win when we're watching vh1, he wins when we're watching jeopardy. funny thing about the tv we were watching though, my parents bought it before i was born, so it's 21 years old, the tv that just went out yesterday morning was only 10 years old. so now, we're back to knobs to change and slider to adjust the volume. remote still works for the vcr.

adam.

2001-04-16T23:51:00.000-07:00

letter to josh

dearest josh,

i know that the summer lends itself to many opportunities to spend out of doors. i also know that it is a good time to build a relationship with members of the opposite sex. seeing as how neither of us have someone like that, nor will we in the next few weeks, this summer is to be spent loathing anybody in what even closely resembles a relationship. we will make fun of friends with boyfriends or girlfriends (or baldness). we will also spend time planning out how to get a girlfriend. why is it going to be this way? because it's summer, and that's all you need to know for now. hiking, fishing, swimming, and camping. we will earn all our merit badges in the months to follow.

adam.

(please note, any of the information in the above paragraph can be taken back at any given time during the said summer)

2001-04-16T00:32:00.000-07:00

falling apart

today at work karen, the local punk chick, and i were talking about old punk bands, mostly because she saw doa yesterday and said it was awesome. of course the ramones were mentioned, and the comment that joey ramone was about to fall apart was made. after explaining who joey ramone is to the other worker (katy) we continued our conversation without a beat getting paid time and a half. close: locked up and came home to a warm house where the simpsons wasn't recorded, flipped to mtv to mr. loder telling about joey ramone's death, just an odd day. my story isn't quite the same as molly's over at tni's x3499 but i live in oregon, not nyc.

1951-2001

adam.

2001-04-14T02:08:00.000-07:00

i have two

i think i'm getting sick. i could describe my symptoms to you, but they usually consist of nasal and throat problems, which creates bad snot, so i won't. now, why would this be a problem? well, this last week at work has been hectic, with one girl having to leave for a month because she blew her knee out, and just everything coming down at once, i can't miss it. ah! retail. i can't call in sick, but i have monday off, then back to work. i want to get wednesday off, but i can't because the whole mess anyway. i get time and a half on sunday because it's easter, so that's a plus, five hours at thirteen fifty is not a bad deal for me. anyway, i'm going to take some day-quil tomorrow, and maybe that will help me.

adam.

2001-04-13T12:53:00.000-07:00

it is no secret that i don't speak a single word of swedish

working in retail, your "weekend" rarely coincides with what the general public consider as the normal weekend. mine fell on tuesday and wednesday this week. so up to seattle i went with my swedish friends. two have been here for a year, they are leaving in a few weeks, one was visiting for two or three weeks and headed home wednesday night from sea-tac. altogether there was five of us, two american, and three swedish. there were times when the conversation would be going so fast that they couldn't keep up and would slip a swedish word or two in, then there were times when they would stop and turn to the other and say "how do you say [insert swedish word here]?" the other would respond, stutter, but respond. over the last year, i have been introduced to different forms of swedish life. joel (pronounced like it looks, not yoel) gave me a book by Dag Hammerskjold, a very good book and i've recommended it before on here. he also loaned me two cds of his by kent, a swedish band that really knows how to rock. all their stuff is in swedish, well, all the stuff i have of theirs. but, after listening to it, i know that it's mostly about girls, you can tell by the music sometimes. so i talked to joel, and he said i was right. to sum up now, music surpasses language barriers. so does mt. dew.

adam.

2001-04-13T00:27:00.000-07:00

images

i haven't felt like writing, i have a lot of thoughts, but for now, enjoy the pictures just down a notch. i've got tons more or so, but we'll start with these. email me if the picture doesn't match the thumbnail.

adam.

2001-04-12T23:58:00.000-07:00

2001-04-09T12:37:00.000-07:00

week spent

i could give you a rundown of the week but it's been so uneventful that i can only say; i think i'm going to buy a playstation 2 for a few reasons. friday russ crashed here and brought his playstation (the original) and we sat up all night playing twisted metal 4, then yesterday, while sitting across from a very attractive, yet taken, girl, i was flipping through a spin magazine and saw an advertisement for a simpsons brawl game, you get to make the characters beat the crap out of one another. a few months ago adam voith wrote a blog about playstation 2 and i'm hoping that they are easier to find now then they were so shortly after christmas. as for the look of my page, i'm still messing with it and this is how it'll be until i feel like wading through more html code, and right now i don't.

adam.

2001-04-03T00:59:00.000-07:00

dumb things happen all the time. i am up all night and can't sleep during the day. i've started a story and intend to finish it, i will let others read it when it's done, but i don't think i'm going to post it. i think i'm dumb.

adam.

2001-03-31T23:48:00.000-08:00

daylight savings time?

what time is it? i don't know why we do this, it's the same time it was yesterday, i think i'll move to arizona or wherever it is that they don't do this.

adam.

2001-03-31T02:29:00.000-08:00

i'm going to sleep now, and there's nothing you can say to change my mind.

adam.