"I don't bitch about the last 1/4 inch"

I'm already struggling with what to actually write on this thing. I'm not so much into the daily account of my life. Do any of you really want to read "So I woke up at noon with a marijuana hangover..." everyday? It's been awhile since I spilled my brain on (digital) paper, and I need to relearn.

The shitty thing is I had some pretty quality musings yesterday, too, but was not in a proper position to blog them. The worst part is when you have that revelation, you know, the real big revelation, and you start exploring it, and you start thinking that this time, this time right here, I've really figured out a big thing, and it's gonna be different now. And then it's just kinda gone five minutes later. And you write inane bullshit like this instead. Fucking tragedy.

Went to Tongues of Fire with Aja yesterday and met up with Kristy there, who read a totally awesome piece for the open mic. Go check out the video on her blog, Hearts from a Handgun, which is handily linked off to the side. Tongues has become a beloved bi-monthly ritual for me, and I'm trying to muster up the chutzpah to actually read something. I've decided I don't even particularly care if it's my own or not. I just want to perform something. I've always liked the readings that are more performance pieces than straight up "here's a thing I wrote" readings. I also find that I rarely actually pay attention to most of the readers. The joy of being there, for me, is the audience, and the overwhelming positivity that they give to everyone who performs. It's a very supportive environment, and it feels good to just be a passive participant within that environment.

It's hard to keep myself idealistically unemployed when I only have enough money to eat for like another fuckin' day. So I'm thinkin' I might have to swallow my pride for awhile here. That's shame, but it's probably for the best. I think I was starting to get into some kind of weird "I'm starting a revolution, man!" headspace. A revolution that revolved around waking up at noon everyday with a marijuana hangover.

Davis linked me up to Brainsturbator, Skilluminati, and Hump Jones , all of which are maintained by the same guy, and I've been reading them obsessively for the past couple days. They all contain downright fascinating and inspiring counter-culture articles that he's written on a variety of subjects, such as human sexuality, social control, and self improvement. The articles are all well researched and peppered with his own common sense thoughts, and I've come to develop a great appreciation for his belief system and how he lives his life. The myriad sites and writings that he links to in each entry are just as fascinating. They're great sites to get lost in.

Tommorow evening is the Solstice Sessions, also at the Solstice cafe, and I'll be working the door and helping with setup. The Solstice Sessions are a series of early evening intentional dances. They've been a big hit with people looking for an alternative place to dance outside of Victoria's shitty clubs, and also amongst people who want to dance to electronic music in a drug free, family oriented environment. People bring their kids, the styles of music are diverse, and everyone is always in high spirits. I highly recommend it. And I'm DJ'ing the Feb. 2nd one. And you gotta come. Sorry.

I spent the bulk of today getting drunk with Kate, Jasmine, and Aaron. It was good times. And to close, I will post this haiku that Kate and Jasmine wrote for me, in their honor. And it will neatly explain the title of the blog.

sloppy bogigi
you chew on my banana
bogigi means vag

Goodnight everybody!