Seriously, it's coming. I'm not joking.

Coming Soon:

The story of Chief Jason's Christmas debaucle.

I think we all should look into this. This sounds very cool and something that our community would be very interested in. Anti-globalization. Anti big business. A financial gadfly if you will. This could be the subject of a very interesting discussion.

In one's endless search for love, one always and only uncovers a deeper loneliness.
Only when one is alone is she able to discover where the capacity to love may lie.
Put into practice, it is a deception of the most heinous type where to love another person is just another form of self love, or part of the endless attempt to murder and to bury the loathing of one's self.
So our bodies keep bumping into one another, moving, crashing, falling, rising in the eternal vain attempt to find a meaning to what is forever void of meaning.
And our intellectual murmurs fall effortlessly to the ground, to be trampled over by our own going back and forth.

There is a small round hole in the ceiling of my bedroom through which the entire universe is slowly being sucked. If I stare at it long enough it starts to move around.

"I cannot imagine how elections can be organized in conditions of total occupation of the country by foreign troops," Russian President Alexsander Putin said Tuesday, as he met visiting Iraqi Prime Minister Iyad Allawi at the Kremlin.

Yeah, no shit.

Do you ever feel like your life isn't what it should be . . . that it's a dead end and you just can't get out of it? God I feel like that nearly every day. Maybe that's why I drink as much as I do.

I just happen to have the MSN page as my home page on my work laptop. I suppose I could change it, but that's just one of those things that you have to get around to doing. Anyway, they had this link to the 20 most popular Christmas gifts for her, him, kids, etc. I figure I'm not much of a gift giver and could use some help buying a Christmas present for my girlfriend, so I click on the link. I suppose she would like a dozen candy cane roses, but Gucci perfume? a fluffy handbag? a red lace nighty? who the hell's girlfriend are these gifts for? I thought about the diamond earings, which apparently diamonds are always a good gift, but where would she wear them? To all of the parties and balls that we attend? Sure, she could break them out for the obligatory wedding or two a year, but I like practical gifts a little more. The rose shaped bunt cake maker was intriguing, but my mom always said not to get gifts that imply having to do work.
I'm open for ideas all of you people-who-are-better-gift-givers-than-me people.

I've been reading more lately, and I've been engaging in more creative endeavors than say, drinking beer and watching t.v. Part of the reason is that I opened up a new room in my house. It is the library/art room. I still need to get bookshelves for my books, but there's a nice looking french eisel with art in progress. My current composition is taking all of the leaves that I find on my floor and painting them onto a canvas. It's met with limited success so far. It is only the second time I've used oil paints and a canvas. I'm sure that concept seems strange to Josh and Bethany. Another reason is that I put my 5" black & white on the shelf. It'll come down tonight for Lost, which I am actually enjoying, and on Sunday for foot ball. It's no HD, but hey, I think 50 degrees is pretty warm in my house.

I want to get some turn tables and fiddle with mixing. Part of my secret would be my Latin Opera vinyls--you can get some sick samples offa those mothas. It would help my guitar playing and song writing too. Anybody know somebody that wants to sell some mixing equipment--a little DJ set? I'll definitely be into scratching. Indeed, I was scratching my leg just now.

No, but I'm trying out recording some improvisations, then molding them into a song with playback and lyric changes and perhaps some different instrumentation. It's been kinda fun so far.

Word to your mom (and I mean that, you can tell her)

I'm no Bright Eyes, but at least it wasn't contrived!

I recorded six songs last night, five of which I improvised on the spot. Although there were some unfortunate lyrics, and a few musical annoyances, all in all it was turned out to be really cool. My dilemma is whether to let those songs stand on their own or actually fiddle around with them and make them into better songs. My favorite one is about how I'd like to think I'm various actors in various roles, like DeNiro in Taxi Driver, or Pacino in the Godfather. It's a pretty cool song that started as I was looking at a DVD cover. All these songs were recorded in about an hour and a half while drinking 100 proof vodka--a sure recipe for success.

Word.