The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

"Who are you?" said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I -- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."

"What do you mean by that?" said the Caterpillar sternly. "Explain yourself!"

"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir" said Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see."

"I don't see," said the Caterpillar.

"I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly," Alice replied very politely, "for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing."

"It isn't," said the Caterpillar.

"Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet," said Alice; "but when you have to turn into a chrysalis -- you will some day, you know -- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?" and/or

AIM: captain faggo

 words    2006-08-05 01:03:31 ET
A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape ...
but a woman of strength builds relationships to keep her soul in shape.

A strong woman isn't afraid of anything ...
but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear.

A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her ...
but a woman of strength gives the best of herself to everyone.

A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future ...
a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be unexpected blessings and capitalizes on them.

A strong woman wears a look of confidence on her face but ...
a woman of strength wears grace.

A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey ...
but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.

(Found on the intarweb.)
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 mighty morning adolescents    2006-03-26 08:48:18 ET
I've been following the whole debacle between The Adolescents and Indie 103.1 since Dicky got fired Tuesday. It's sort of horrific, realizing how much everything is owned by these companies. And to have them limit artists to what they want to put out based on "what sells" is utterly ridiculous, especially when they've been mass-marketing INDIE MUSIC into becoming such a huge commercial label now.

"INDEPENDENT" has definitely lost its true meaning. Everything is affiliated with or backed up by some major distributor. Nothing is really DIY anymore. Everything costs money. Everything IS money. You can't even be "independently wealthy" without at least selling your soul either. And what sucks the most is the fact that you can never be scrubbed clean from what all those companies have already tainted you with...

[snip, snip, censored]

More info:

ADDENDUM: Well, it looks like Dave Navarro's going to be filling in for him starting on Tuesday...
I think I want to punch someone now.

 _obvious blatant whoring_    2005-12-08 00:17:27 ET
Solely because: My fhotograpfs are gonna be on display at the

A R T   S H O W


7:30PM - 2:00AM

@ HANGAR 1018

LEFT BRAIN ART SHOW will be featuring artwork by 25+ artists...
including, but not limited to...
SchuuČ, Ron Outlaw, Robert Yancy, Tanya Woodside, Mae Woo, Jeremy Waters, & ME (rey threat)

w/live performances by
and many more...

$5 before 9PM, $7 afterwards

So per usual, drop by, say hi, and get me drunk, motherfuckers --
It's gonna be one hell of a debauched artFag gathering!

 rings of fire // two shots from yesterday    2005-11-04 09:39:22 ET

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 chasing the sun    2005-10-14 11:21:05 ET


 like sands through the hourglass...    2005-08-02 15:26:00 ET
My mom took this photo over twenty-five years ago:

I took this one, at almost the same location, sometime last year:

Compared and contrasted: How much does time really change things?

 what if this is as good as it gets?    2005-07-24 05:19:09 ET
I had a rather insightful and educational night out last night. We (Mayan, a friend from high school, Sarkis, another friend from high school, and I) crashed some random chica's quinceanera at some "chic" hotel, got into an Armo-style three-block-long car chase that lasted almost two hours, briefly attended some Bulgarian BBQ with some surfers hanging ten, then caught the last few moments of my friend's band's CD release party thingamabob. It was a very cultural and very murdercore night. I liked it.

Today, a couple of friends' bands are playing the SoCalFest. That should be somewhat fun (I'm only staying for their sets and that's it though). And tomorrow, one of my business associates flies back into town from Guatemala, so things should be rolling again and more money will be made...

But before that's even done, Mayan and I need to fly out to San Francisco. His "father", who's never ever called him up to even say hi before now, just had a stroke and he's paralyzed from the neck down. And of course, it took us three days for us to even find out which hospital he's at or anything because they're keeping this such a hush-hush thing from the media and all that eyerolling crap. Which is absolute bullshit on the keeping-it-that-much-of-a-secret-from-even-his-own-son sort of sense, but whatever. We're going up there in a few days and that's that.

Blah, blah, blah...

Yea, all in all, almost everything is still good. I don't know how comfortable I'll feel being there with Mayan and his family, but I know he needs a friend and he barely even knows anyone in that side of his bloodline anyhow...

(This is where I'd probably insert some stupidly pretentious quote about friendships and/or perseverance, but I've given up Googling up for one. So there. Bleh.)

This just seems to be what life is all about lately -- selfish selflessness, with never any time to actually step back and enjoy the moments while they last. Let it be happiness or sadness, all I'm ever doing is pulling through. In a way, it sucks, but in the long run, I think it'll be worth it. But what do I know.

Confucius say, "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."

Fitting, in a way. I think...

 the origin of decay // the paradigm of society/culture    2005-07-17 16:16:25 ET
For two weeks now, my fourteen year-old brother was a holier than thou sort of figure (a monk) over at the Thai temple. Today, he coverted back into the civilianhood. And of course, the first thing he did when he finally came home was jump onto his bed, turn on the PS2, and pop in Destroy All Humans. This, after soothing his soul and meditating for spiritual peace and enlightment for the past couple of weeks. Go figure. Heh.

American youth. Appeasing the scapegoat fetishers, trying to locate the core source of corruption...



... in eleven minutes flat.

Something to analyze:

(The Thai version of the Virgin Mary.)

(And the "correct form" of the swastika surrounded by what I'm assuming is Sanskrit.)
(Correct me if I'm wrong.)

The sun may rise in the east, but apparently the western world prefers being the one wearing the pants.

media = government = religion

(It's definitely fun being remotely controlled sometimes.)

*The above was a re-broadcasted blog-blathering from Because copy and paste is fun. So there.

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