Friday, September 8, 2006
Thursday, September 7, 2006
Last Time on Falcon Crest!
After a bitter argument with Angela regarding plans for him to marry Melissa Agretti, the wine empire heiress, Lance leaves in a fury. After he nearly runs over a girl, he falls in love with her and decides to move to San Francisco to be close to the girl. However, when Angela attempts to stop him, Lance succumbs and leaves the love of his life. In an old room that Jason had walled up, Chase finds some writings, which lead him to believe that Angela may have been involved in crippling a girl forty years ago. Confronted with the evidence, Angela turns the tables on Chase, playing a small excerpt of a recording that leaves Chase believing that his father hated him.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Why do poor people wear more clothing with dollar-bills on them?
Greetings, from DuQuoine
They have Boo-Berry! It's impossible to find Boo-Berry and Frankenberry in Chicago and those are the best cereals ever! Awesome. I'm taking a couple boxes over state lines, don't tell the cops.
They will tattoo anything on themselves here. I struggle to find one person without a multiple tattoos. And the tattoo's are of bullshit. Just like, a Lion or a racecar or a bass jumping up in the air, lots of flames, things on fire, lots of skulls and rather complex skull configurations and zombies, I did see a few zombie-ish tattoos. Anything, they'll tattoo anything on themselves. I saw a woman with a complete hot-air balloon and landscape across her whole shoulders.
Oh cool, you went for the big spiky cross. I was going to go for that, but opted for the bass on fire.
Best shirt ever!
Best gunt ever!
It was such a big fair that even Ed's brother, Rocky Bus showed up.
Friday, September 1, 2006
I HEART Keith Olbermann!
Holy shit what a speech! Check it out. Olberman takes Rumsfeld to task for calling those who wish for a withdrawl from Iraq "Nazi appeasers." You know, because all wars are analogous. But Olberman is blistering and literate, just a gorgeously constructed indictment. I love it. Nobody else is saying this, why is Olberman the only one calling the sky out for being blue. How is everyone else so afraid? Olberman just nails it.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
DuQuoine State Fair Day 6
My phone doesn't work here, if any of you need me or just want to say hi, call 618-549-6900, rm. 203
Free t-shirts are a big deal in DuQuoine, IL
I've always gotten free t-shirts since I was five when my Mom met my Step-Dad, who's been color-separating Commercial Art for a-while years. So for me free t-shirts are things you have to contemplate throwing away every year, and as I enter my mid-thirties, things you have to contemplate throwing away every few months. I think I'm going to start taking shirts that I can't bring myself to throw away on roadtrips, and take pictures of them on strangers in strange places. Then throw the shirt away and frame the print. Whenever you can clean out your closet and simultaneously creat a gallery of art, always a good day.
Unique, Shitty Heat
It rains every day. The Fair has turned into one big mudpit. The two sunny days were the hottests, wettest, grossest days I've ever lived through since I left Lewisburg, OH.
The amazing thing about Southern Ohio/Illinois/Indiana and Kentucky as a whole is it has this unique, shitty heat. It's 98 degrees and then it rains for just long enough to not cool anything down, but long enough to create wet grass which who's water can slowly evaporate over the next 24 hours when it rains again, but not too much, making it wet and 98 all the time.
Stop Being A Cliche
These honest, hardworking folk get one bone thrown to them and it can't stop raining. Hey, easier for me, less peeps. Less dumb peeps. I have encountered some of the dumbest people you will ever encounter. It's really astounding, even for me. I'm such a liberal and I grew up in a very similar area, so I try not to shake my head at some of the cliches that walk up, I try to say to myself, "hey, the guy grew up economically poor, give him a break, lay off.." but all I can think is "Jesus, this is the stupidest man I've ever talked to." I say "do you want to try and hit a hole-in-one?" ...stare... "do you want to try and hit a hole-in-one?" ...stare... ... ... "yeahhhhhh I guess...", that's at least a third of my interactions. There's a terseness with which the rural ask their questions too. "HOWSIS WORK?!" ah!, you scared me there with your inquiry. "ZIS FREE?!" is a common question.
But in the same way that you can't really encompass the pastiche of life in the city by conjuring a general "city person" you can't encompass the rural community with such a label, there are hundreds of variations and strata. There's the middle-class rural, the upper middle-class rural, the simply simple, the good-ol'-boy, bubba overalls, bubble simple overalls, the harley guy, the retarded, the borderline stupid/retarded, the burnout, the loser, and the losers from the midway who won't leave me alone. Yes you can putt, see you in an hour. Most people are enjoying the hell out of this fair (when it's not raining) and happy doesn't begin to describe most people I meet, they laugh and joke and give each other shit. They're happy in a way that many city-types aren't...or are, but just not me.
All of them are religious. I don't know if that strengthens the case for religion.
Free t-shirts are a big deal in DuQuoine, IL
I've always gotten free t-shirts since I was five when my Mom met my Step-Dad, who's been color-separating Commercial Art for a-while years. So for me free t-shirts are things you have to contemplate throwing away every year, and as I enter my mid-thirties, things you have to contemplate throwing away every few months. I think I'm going to start taking shirts that I can't bring myself to throw away on roadtrips, and take pictures of them on strangers in strange places. Then throw the shirt away and frame the print. Whenever you can clean out your closet and simultaneously creat a gallery of art, always a good day.
Unique, Shitty Heat
It rains every day. The Fair has turned into one big mudpit. The two sunny days were the hottests, wettest, grossest days I've ever lived through since I left Lewisburg, OH.
The amazing thing about Southern Ohio/Illinois/Indiana and Kentucky as a whole is it has this unique, shitty heat. It's 98 degrees and then it rains for just long enough to not cool anything down, but long enough to create wet grass which who's water can slowly evaporate over the next 24 hours when it rains again, but not too much, making it wet and 98 all the time.
Stop Being A Cliche
These honest, hardworking folk get one bone thrown to them and it can't stop raining. Hey, easier for me, less peeps. Less dumb peeps. I have encountered some of the dumbest people you will ever encounter. It's really astounding, even for me. I'm such a liberal and I grew up in a very similar area, so I try not to shake my head at some of the cliches that walk up, I try to say to myself, "hey, the guy grew up economically poor, give him a break, lay off.." but all I can think is "Jesus, this is the stupidest man I've ever talked to." I say "do you want to try and hit a hole-in-one?" ...stare... "do you want to try and hit a hole-in-one?" ...stare... ... ... "yeahhhhhh I guess...", that's at least a third of my interactions. There's a terseness with which the rural ask their questions too. "HOWSIS WORK?!" ah!, you scared me there with your inquiry. "ZIS FREE?!" is a common question.
But in the same way that you can't really encompass the pastiche of life in the city by conjuring a general "city person" you can't encompass the rural community with such a label, there are hundreds of variations and strata. There's the middle-class rural, the upper middle-class rural, the simply simple, the good-ol'-boy, bubba overalls, bubble simple overalls, the harley guy, the retarded, the borderline stupid/retarded, the burnout, the loser, and the losers from the midway who won't leave me alone. Yes you can putt, see you in an hour. Most people are enjoying the hell out of this fair (when it's not raining) and happy doesn't begin to describe most people I meet, they laugh and joke and give each other shit. They're happy in a way that many city-types aren't...or are, but just not me.
All of them are religious. I don't know if that strengthens the case for religion.
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