Friday, June 27, 2008
Doob-doob-shadoob
A few days ago I discovered the wonders of the phrase, "Different strokes." It embodies my life philosophy in a way that I have never been able to express. What is your life philosophy? Well, it's actually quite simple. I don't like to tell people what to do. I used to want to change the world but have long since said 'fuck it' to that. I now recognize that people, no matter how faulty I find their logic to be, will do what they will. Ideally, if I let everyone do their thing they'll let me do mine. Go to a sports bar four nights a week? Different strokes, man. Smoke meth? Hey, different strokes, man. Be a total asshole in general? Hey, not my life. All I know is I'm not an asshole. And if you think I am you've been had.
Wesley Snipes is doing time. How 'bout that? Different strokes, I guess.
I had a whacky dream last night: Somehow I acquired a rather large quantity of marijuana, probably three or four pounds. Using saran wrap I rolled it into a giant doobie. This is where it got interesting. It started forming facial features. Not human ones, but more like that of an alien from the movie series, Alien. Before long it formed an entire body and a super long tail. This tail turned out to be a a steering device. Okay, so I've got this crazy doobie/alien/marionette puppet and I'm basically leading it down South Clark in Forest City. I began to encounter various other forms of absurd life, none of which I clearly remember. The rest kind of fades from there. It was a doozie, alright.
Ravi struck at 11:24
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sailin' away in the morning
I just put a cover of "Boots of Spanish Leather" on Purevolume. I accidentally did a bunch of blatant Dylan imitations, but c'mon... how could you not? See if you can spot the subliminal "low battery on a powerbook" noise. I had to redo it a few times due to some guys setting off fireworks in the parking lot. The guitar isn't perfect, but that's the way Dylan rolled. Big ups.
Ravi struck at 02:26
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Oh, the times, they are a-changin'
Get this: The flooding in Iowa City is supposed to exceed that of 1993. Ryan and I just ran into this guy taking elevation measurements. He said the bridges might be underwater by tomorrow. Part of Dubuque St. (the North entrance to Iowa City) is totally underwater. There are sandbag dykes all over the place. It's also possible, I hear, that one of the bridges will give way and take out all the other ones. If that happens, I better be there to see it. That'd be awesome. Not 'good' awesome, you know, awe-inspiring.
I want to die via apocalyptic tidal wave. You'd know you're going down, but at the same time you'd be all, "Whoa, dude. Check that out... I'm not even going to feel this. Holy shit, look at that! Whoooooaa!" Just think about what that would look like. It would be the most horrifying/visually stunning/sweetest thing you'd ever see. I also like the idea of mankind being erased from existence. Equilibrium, son. One of my fantasies is to barely survive a disaster. Like, almost fall into the center of the Earth during an earthquake. Or outrun a tornado. Or survive a nuclear blast. Or become a member of the rebel squadron when China takes over the world.
Anyone that doesn't read BoingBoing should start. Go head, put it in your brain.
Ravi struck at 17:31
Monday, June 02, 2008
Pop, pop, pop the po-nine
Well it's official. Ashley and I will be attending Lollapalooza this year. I just got us tickets, so if I don't go I'm going to kill shit. But you don't have a job, Robby, how can you afford to go to Lolla? Good question. And hey, I'm trying to get one. The answer is that I am not doing anything this summer. I'm not really spending money, aside from the occasional rent (doable) and groceries (psh). I don't eat all that much. I don't really use gas on a regular basis either. Of course, this new plan might mean that I have to cut out seeing The Flaming Lips and The Roots. Tough. My lady will have been out of the country for two months and I'll be damned if we don't do something extraordinarily fun when she gets back. Drop a little cash on it? Whatever. It's money. And in this case, it will buy me a little extra happiness (Radiohead, RATM, NIN, Raconteurs, Chromeo, Black Keys, Jamie Lidell, etc.). Anybody else want to come to Tyler's house with us?
I'm going to go to a Buckethead concert now.