I've been feeling pretty surreal lately ---

like, mechanical in a way.

I guess this is what it feels like to put your life back in order

it's okay, I guess

blogging is stupid - 

every time I log on to this thing, I can't ever write anything

on the one hand, I can write for days about some existential and philosophical theory 

but that's just a rant filled with big words 

if I'm going to spend that much time writing, I'd rather write something a lot less selfish

like something humanitarian - 

problem is, I'm not very good at it

also, it's easier just to provide the link

like hey, this is Kids for Kids

check it out, it's a really innovative organization that's allowing families and villages in Darfur sustain themselves.

really, check it out.

I could also tell you all the going ons of my life

but I'd fall asleep

you'd fall asleep

who gives a shit

i don't know you!

fucking blogs.

the four of us are marrying each other.

This is a text messaging conversation between me and Georg:

Georg: "By the way, GEORGE WASHINGTON is my hero! Haha."
"HAHAHAHAWHAT?! HAHAHA"
"He is more powerful that ZEUS (chewbacca's father, by the way!)"
"GEORG LOEWEN IS MY HERO"
"Haha! Thank you! Did you know that WASHINGTON ate british babies for breakfast?"
"did you know georg loewen eats dog babies for breakfast?"
"I didn't know about that... tell me more about this lord!"
"He's a lot cooler than your hero. your hero is DEAD."
"NO THAT'S A LIE HE STILL LIVES IN MY TOE!"
"NOBODY CAN LOVE A MAN WHO LIVES IN A TOE!"
"But you don't know my real hero. Her name is shannon and she lives in my heart!"

his heart's cozy.
:)

i have a really lame sense of humor.

Is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or are you better off without it?'
Cause I mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones,
No dead childhood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home,
And if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace,
Become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least,
'Come on Will, you gotta tell me!!' I grabbed and shook him by the arm,
The L train was leaning Bedford with 10,000 white 20 somethings crowed on
He opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels
We were thrown together in a corner and I yelled 'Tell me, man, for real!'
You're living comfortably, I assume, even if you're not quite a household name
You've reached a pretty high level of success & critical acclaim
The L train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out
I was starring into his sunglasses and I was really freakin' out i was like,
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of all this shit, you're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by Bob Dylan or Neil Young or whatever
You must start thinkin' 'People like me, but I won't be that good ever'
And I'm sure the thing is probably Dylan himself too stayed up some nights
Wishing he was as good as Ginsberg or Camus
And he was like 'Dude, I'm such a faker, I'm just a clown who entertains
and these fools who pay for my crap, they just have pathetic punny brains'
and Camus probably wished he was Milton too or whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?!


Jeffrey Lewis is a king.

Made me a lot happier than it should have.