Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings

Sometimes you look back over a message that you just sent and think, huh, maybe I should have kept that to myself.

"I decided to read some H.P. Lovecraft tonight, and I doubt I will sleep for several days. More soul-blasting fright than I thought humanly possible, esp. that I just got this experimental black metal CD by Prurient and have been listening on repeat to what sounds like millions of souls endlessly terrorized on ice floes captained by winter daemons lowly intoning invective at God's diminished charity along with the string section of the Orchestre de Paris sawing away in the gloom back there. Couple that with the fact that I was assaulted this evening by an unfriendly chap outside of a cash machine, and today has been among the most notable Martin Luther King Holidays of my (approaching) middle-aged mortal span.


*****Resolutions and Revolutions 2007 Continue*****

We're going to open up the docket to Ozzie readers and MySpace friends and real-life friends and so forth, so if you have any NY 2007 resolutions of your own to share, don't send them to me or I'll obnoxiously post them here, anonymously, without prior permission, like this:

"1. wear more dresses. i always feel like more of a pretty lady when i wear the dresses.
2.i bought this pair of awesome green studdy boots last year; this year i'm going to make it happen.
3.i promise to blog more- i never write except when i'm experiencing extreme existencial malaise or giddiness. there is more to me than just the highs and lows.
4. stop obsessing over what i haven't been able to do yet and focus on all the beautiful stuff i've accomplished.
5. read that henry miller book i got a month ago, goddammit.
6. make more friends too! i don't hate EVERYONE..."

I like these resolutions. In fact, I could have written them myself, apart from the pretty lady stuff, but you never know. Green boots suit me. I could craft fake-ass NY 2007 lists and start a new branch of meta-fiction. I'm Borges like that.

You should send me yours TODAY and I'll post them and they will spread like wildfire across the Malibu that is the interjunk! Dude, where's my BOREDOM?

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

You Were at the Gigantic Spree, I Caught a Glimpse Now it Haunts Me

2007 started off with not a bang, but a whimper. The whimper was me realizing that I have been on earth for close to 33 years and I have little to show for myself but an ever-growing collection of black metal CDs and a handful of Bone Awl demo cassettes. Oh, well. Go get your gauntlets on a copy of Satyricon's Dark Medieval Times tomorrow and join me in my splendid Mount Lair Seven Leagues above the Glistening Fogs of the MoonFrost. The place to be!

Obviously the blog has suffered in the Aught-Six. Apologies, droogs. I'm sure to be feeling a few creative bursts in the weeks to come, but in the meantime....some New Year's Resolutions:

1) Always, always the tightest pants possible. No exceptions!

2) My new white cowboy ankle-boots (fake Ostrich, from the sweet shelves of Alcala's) are kicking five kinds of ass, if only in my own mind.

3) Dual blogging is the new shining path. I'm doing some prose crank for the bookstore's blog, where you can read more of my bitter, nerdy churl. I'd post a nice fat link, but bookstore cohorts would be embarrassed at the association with this here bloggity. You know where to go, right?

Oh my God, lacerating wood flute solo on this Satyricon song....be right back.

Whew. Okay.

4) More writing down and reflections on very vivid dream activity as of late, if only to prove that your imagination/emotional life is not a burned-out, reedy husk.

5) You can make more friends! You can make more friends!

6) Make the winter beard happen. Temps dipping into the minus range this weekend...the time is now.

7) Make the matching Thin Lizzy's Johnny The Fox cover art tats you've been planning with Jon really happen.

8) Complete Gibbon's Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire. You know you can do it.

Later this morning, Indiana and then Metal Haven. Tomorrow the world!

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