i wish god were alive to see this

Someday I Will Kill You. Maybe Not Today, But Some Day.

My old computer finally kicked the bucket for good last night. It was a good old jalopy and it served me well. Minutes after it's demise I realized that within it's guts were 6,000 pictures, 20 something days of music, and my username and password for this bloggeroni. I got back the password, but the rest is still hiding. I wonder what will happen?

But Betsy and I , we don't care. We just go to Roscoe's and get Chicken and waffles, all devil may care.

Coming Up Man Size.

"Let's get sushi..And not pay"

Dick Rude, in his kitchen.

The lady downstairs continues her bizarre behavior. Whenever someone walks into the kitchen, (which is often. I love cookies) she starts pounding on the ceiling. If I didn't know any better I'd say we had a crackhead on our hands.(I should know. I've been a crackhead.)

Also, Rene watched me clean my room all day. We started watching PJ Harvey videos on Youtube and I remembered a time when it seemed like that woman held the key to all that was magical and missing from my life! I am sure in '93 I dreamt of spending long rainy days by the fire with old PJ, and Rene probably pretended and wished to actually BECOME PJ Harvey.

Anyway, he's not gay anymore, and neither am I.

Whenever The Public Is Present.

Sage Vaughn, looking good.

The Medium Was Tedium.

Smart Kevin, stoked beyond repair that we in Echo Park have a new and amazing bakery. We waited years for XXXXXX to open only to be dissapointed by an employee who strongly resembles Keanu XXXXXX, moves at a snails pace, and 8$ sandwiches that are nothing more than bread, cheese and turkey.

So it was great news when a few months ago Magic Gas got an espresso maker and we could avoid the black hole of bad art that is XXXXXX. Now with Delilahs we can also have what are proving to be some of the best pastries / muffins / pies to ever pass through these lips.

In other neighborhood news, my neighbor, the one who claims I am peeping on her, finally called our landlord to plead her case. She told him that, among other things, that I have devised a way to take pictures of her THROUGH THE FLOOR, like laser xray style. I guess that was all he really needed to hear, and I wish her a long and healthy life and an easy time finding a new place to live.

Addendum: I edited this post because I felt like a hater a little bit when I thought about it later.

Someone Sat And Told Me Something New.

I went to the Smell yesterday to re-record some stuff for Randy Randall's movie. It was awesome to be there in the middle of the day.

Randy channeling Tom Brokaw.

It was actually kind of shocking and amazing and ripping how pro this music movie / documentary looks! There is a trailer that I watched and I was thinking, "Oh man, this is real!"

I'm pretty sure that if you are spending your days with people who inspire you you are spending your days well.

How awesome is that green flyer? Liliput meats Bauhaus meats Sex Gang Children! HA!

Gang Gang Dean?

David! It's David's birthday today. He is 125 yrs old now.Happy Birthday!

The Drama Of The Gifted Child.

It Could Have Been A Brilliant Career.

Awesome! In celebration of my negative Hep test Betsy made me not only a giant asparagus and gruyere tart, but these colorful jammy babies, that have been making me laugh ever since.

You're Going To Walk Away Intact.

Betsy turned that co co into the craziest cookies. They were like little chocolate cakes with marshmallows melted on top and chocolate frosting on top of that. Two full plates of 'em! Thank you Betsy! Thank you Martha Stewart.

Post cookie flossing. Her two favorite foods? Olives and salted black licorice.

The women took the girls to see Justin Timberlake. I stayed home with the cookies and my Belle and Sebastian records..

I just got an email from my liver Dr. I am officially testing negative for Hep C. The Interferon is working! Now I will beat the corpse of my Hepatitis for 8 more months, just to really, really kill it.

Pumped!

Last Days Of Disco.

Becky Stark writing the liner notes to the Lavender Diamond record. It comes out in May on Matador! I hope that by this time next year that the whole world has had a chance to see Lavender Diamond and to be transported to their weird world where peace is real and space is the place.

Some Faces In The Crowd.

They're all gonna laugh at you.

Find A Place You Trust And Then Try Trusting It For A While.

Bryan's new book is finished. I am crazy proud of him! He has created a monster! It's nearly 300 pages!

Oh to eat such a sad, sad apple.

I ran into Brother Reade at the coffee shop. I miss and love these guys. Do you know that they finished their new record? You should beg them to burn you a copy. I know I did.

I went and saw Aaron because he is my friend and because he has copies of the new ANP so fresh off the presses that they are still warm. I was honored and totally psyched that ANP saw fit to do a little article on Teardrops! Wow! I feel really, really lucky.

I Went To The Hospital.

This is the pile of Interferon empties so far. Today I got the big blood test, the one that tells me if this pile did anything positive to me! I hope it works!

In other exciting news my downstairs neighbor has taken to accusing Arlie and I of being peeping toms! She says that not only are we upstairs directly above her bed stomping up and down all night, every night, but that she "sees us at her window" and "can hear the cameras". Whoa! What the hell do you do with those kind of bizarre statements? My nights consist of an 11pm bedtime, I get up around 7:30, make coffee and go to work. Neither Arlie nor Myself have ever been, or will ever be, 'peepers'.

Anyway, she is really starting to freak me out. I feel like she is going to light me on fire or something. If I was convinced one of my neighbors was taking peeper pictures of me I imagine I would do something really terrible to them.

So I went to the cops. What happens next is anyones guess!

We Have Each Other.

I don't know, today I just feel like I can do it. Whatever it is. On these days when you wake up and you feel like you can do anything you have ever dreamed up, fuck, get that feeling and tuck it under your arm and run with it.

If you live in Los Angeles I highly recommend going to Il Corral tonight to see Dan Higgs.

Cease To Exist.

I am in my 15th week of Interferon treatment. The last week or ten I have been acting a little bit cranky.

I will do my best to keep it cool, but I feel radioactive. My saliva tastes like tin foil.

You Can Get There By Candlelight.

OK. Betsy got her grades today. Her Fall grades. A's. Straight A's, all the way across the board. Three cheers for the might ass kicker from South Carolina!

Why Does She Love Me?

She loves me for my hot car. Duh.

We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live.

New Years Day! David and Betsy AKA Mark Lanegan and Selene Vigil on our way to Andy's for the 6th annual New Years Breakfast.

Anna Lee woke up late.

Walter! Walter flew down from law school!

Pete Weiss. Luis Farfan.

Kusatsu and Sweetie.

Betsy showing off the Xmas necklace. BTW, she got me an amazing pile of gifts including a black globe and various creepy antique dollies and a beautiful 90 year old lamp that was smashed by those half wits at Delta Airlines. Fuck you Delta.

Sweater vest.

Ingo.

David is explaining 'Youth Crew' to Cory.

Little tiny baby Nate. Check out the locks on Arlie!

"I'm as straight as the line that you sniff up your nose!"

Semple, Monick.

And finally, on our 19th new years spent together, The Chief. The Chief, who decided that the one thing I couldn't live without this Xmas was a full Ninja suit. It's nice to know he pays attention to my interests!

This Year, I Can Feel It, I'm Going To Have To Come Out Swinging And Fight My Way Through It.

Last night was the best New Years Eve on record. Betsy painted me a Labrador smoking a cig, and we were asleep by 10:30.