this place is dead

but in it's place, something new


Drunken Bicycle

go!

for the two people who bug me about it (and the other couple who mention it in passing)

-or-
somethings you do for money and somethings you do for love

a quick update with no real explanation of my abscence:
my days are filled with cans/bottles of beer, writing songs and singing them, a tasty little band called the mountain goats, and until recently a mouse.

my dad is moving to texas at the end of the month. on or around august 1st I will become the relative i have in the antelope valley. no parents, no cousins, no uncles, nothing. it's like a reverse moving away. it will be strange, but it will also free me of that famial(?) tie, so i could possibibly hit the road whenever i wanted.

i enjoy the shit out of high fidelity. it resonates. which is really a shitty thing to say. anyways. sometimes i feel like the john cusack character in the movie. mainly only the part where he says something about having one foot out the door, not commiting, that stuff. i have a bunch of "disaster" backup plans in my head. im throughly preparred from everything to being paralyzed to loosing an arm to the house burning down to allison leaving me for foreign language teacher to wwecw becoming good.

maybe a new layout in a day or two

booth is a band

That's right! I finally got all my shit together and finished my first album (album by quantity, ep by length). Download it and spread it all around and give it to bums on the corner. Drunken Bicycle will be putting out a proper release with a booklet and shit, but till then this little zip file will do the trick. thanks for your time.

Booth! - Memory
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Y80TWOZ8

like a crack in a wall

At this point in my life I am stuck between doing things the way an "adult" would do them and the way a "child" would do them. One of the many things that attracted me to the ideas of both Punk and DIY (not the tv channel, sorry) is the immediacy of solving a problem. No good music in your town? Start a band! No one speaking for you? Speak for Yourself! No one housing art? Put up a gallery in your living room! I have always equated those to things (punk and diy) with a childish way of thinking. I mean that as the highest compliment. Children dont seem to be so caught up in how something should be done, they just want it done. A tree branch in the way of doing something you want to do? Do you track down a saw (borrow or buy?) and a ladder some goggles and develop a plan? Or do you just grab the fucker and break it? You want to put out a record of your songs. Do you play a bunch of local shows, then pay money to play shows in hollywood in hopes of meeting someone interested in possibly putting it out? Or do you record it and release it yourself? Just because a bunch of people are doing something one way doesnt mean you cant do it a different way and still be succesful, or, rather, as succesful as you want to be. Everyday we get older and we compromise a little piece of what made childhood so magical untill is all gone and all we have left is a career and no friends. I think the kids have figred something out, I hope I don't forget it.

The Incredible Ham Radio Network of Panhandlers

NP: Get Up Kids - Red Letter Day

I'm not exactly sure how they did it, but it happend, but it did. I have always been pretty good about giving money to homeless people/panhandlers/gutter punks. While I lived in Sacramento I had more disposable income, so I gave a little more often. It also turned out that there was more homeless people/etc. in Sacramento. So this went on for a few months, and now I'm back in Lancaster, and its the same down here. Im pretty sure there aren't more "beggers" down here then there were when I left. What I think happened was at one of the monthly meetings of "The Intercoastal Panhandlers Union" (IPU) one of the board members brought up my name and the fact that I was moving back to the Antelope Valley, and they made a unanimous decision to faxtelegraph/ham radio my name and description to the local chapter of IPU in the AV. Now they all know about me and the change is flying right out of my pockets. Here's to the panhandlers!

veggie delight of death or the real difference between northern and southern california is how much i wear my hat

I've been putting this off for no good reason. I decided to put it off no longer. I am back in Southern California, and I am glad to be back. I miss a couple people in Sacramento, a couple places, and a dog, but not anything enough that I would go back. Im still writing songs, and I am actually playing them for people down here, which is a good step in the right direction. It's nice to see allison every day and its good to see all the other wonderfriends on a regular basis. I had a good bbq the other day with whit and trish and atticus and zane. Tonight should be a beer night. If there was a brick wall in this blog, this is where it would be, and I would have just ran right into it.

This one's gonna get a little rough.

Well, I warned you.

Fuck you for posting and reposting and reposting that shitty bulletin about boycotting Exxon Mobil to lower gas prices. Fuck me for continuing to buy gas and not ride my bike. And Fuck All Of Us for thinking this is how everything has to be.

First the bulletin. I'm sure if you are reading this, you've seen it, an email forward or a bulletin about how some guy who used to work for coke and his Halliburton friend figured out a way to take the gas prices back for the people. I hate to say it, but if you think some asshole from coca-cola (a former executive no less) and his dipshit Halliburton friend give a shit about us and how much we have to pay for gas, then I hope you have no retirement when your older, because you are an idiot. The idea is that if Mobil Exxon isn’t selling any gas, well, they HAVE to lower prices, because they have to make money. That makes sense, right? This is the same company that owns all Exxon stations, all Mobil stations, all On-The-Run convenience stores, sells Mobil brand oil for automobiles and crazy other accessories, Esso (a world wide brand I guess) and that wonderful speedpass technology. Us not buying gas from them DOES NOT AFFECT THEIR BUSINESS.
The bulletin also says " Since we all rely on our cars, we can't just stop buying gas". This kills me two ways, but will stick with the easy one first.

We still have to buy gas, but from who? Shell? Chevron? 76? AM/PM? Mom & Pop's no name gasoline? Those are our main choices, lets look at something from FORBES magazine:

from the issue GLOBAL 2000: THE BIGGEST COMPANIES IN THE WORLD (I'm shaking already)

Rankings, Highest to Lowest
6 - Exxon/Mobil - Exxon, Mobil, etc.
7 - Royal Dutch/Shell Group - Shell, etc.
8 - BP (British Petroleum) AM/PM, BP, etc.
16 - Chevron - Chevron, duh!
22 - ConnocoPhillips - 76, Phillips 66, etc.

We are talking TENS of BILLIONS and HUNDREDS of BILLONS of U.S. Dollars in sales, profits and assets in 2005!

Sorry if I don’t expect not giving money to the 6^th largest company in the world but giving it to the 7^th to actually do anything but make my ass hurt every time I pump gas.

Oh Yeah! I forgot Mom and Pop stores.

From The California Energy Commission’s Web Site, page entitled: QUESTIONS & ANSWERS: California Gasoline Price Increases

Does a free market really exist with gasoline? It seems all the gasoline stations sell at the same price.

This is untrue. There are differences between stations and prices. Some stations have lower prices because they typically do not take credit cards - they take only cash or ATM cards. Credit cards can add about two to three percent to the cost of the transaction. This extra cost is passed on to the customer in higher prices at the pump for the convenience of using a credit card. Other stations, such as independents and so-called "Mom and Pop" stations usually have lower prices because they do not have multi-million dollar advertising campaigns to convince you to buy their product. So, their prices usually are lower than the "name brand" stations.

The independents and non-branded stations buy gasoline usually on what's called the unbranded "spot" market. This is the wholesale market that is most vulnerable to refinery problems and the fluctuating cost of crude oil. The price is normally lower than the branded wholesale prices. But we can have unbranded prices soar higher than branded prices when the supplies get tight. So, the independents and "Mom and Pop" stations sometimes will have to price their gasoline higher than branded stations.

I’m not going to explain that one, it seems pretty easy to me.

A little reading, a little research and I feel much better about myself… but do I?

NO!

I refer back to the “Since we rely on our cars, we can’t just stop buying gas”

WRONG!

We can actually stop buying gas. And stop paying car insurance. And stop paying for repairs on things we don’t understand and can’t do ourselves. We can stop driving.

Why not? It’s inconvenient. Well, it’s inconvenient for me to spend a hundred bucks a month on gas, but I do it, without a second thought. I know people who spend less, and I bet a whole lot of people spend more.

What all this information/thought/analysis/swearing comes down to is that I hate buying gas, and I hate that I don’t do anything about it. The easiest thing for me to do is stop buying it. To stop driving all together. I will be healthier. I will be happier. And damnit it if I won’t have an extra hundred bucks every month. Or I might have to work even less. That’s more time for my family, my friends, and to ride my bike.

So find a new job, one closer to home, ride your bike there and keep the money you save to buy a homeless person a bike, or give it to the government, or buy a bigger purse, whatever. Just realize that we can actually fit the solution to high gas prices between our legs.

anthony's alphabatized party!

so bill did this one time, and i didnt have itunes, becasue my computer was old, but now i have it, so i did it. basically you alphabatize your songs and pick the first of each letter.

A A-Word Pnihead Circus

B Baboon The Mountain Goats

C Calendar Girl The Stars

D D's Car Jam & Anxious Mo-Fo Minutemen

E Each Coming Night Iron & Wine

F Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song) Otis Redding

G Gainsville in August - Gunmoll

H Hair Raising Accounts of Ghosts Modern Life is War

I I Bad Brains

J J'amais Carrie Nations

K Keep the Hurt at Bay - Moneybrother

L Labor Day The Dead Milkman

M Ma Jolie Bear Vs. Shark

N Nagasaki is Yesterday's Dog-End '84 - Crass

O O'Rourke's, 1:20 A.M. The Good Life

P Padded Cell Black Flag

Q Q. How Many Punks Does it Take to Change a Lightbulb? Dillinger Four

R R.O.A.D.A.D. This Bike is A Pipe Bomb

S s.k.i.n.h.e.a.d - MDC

T T.S.R. (This Shit Rules) Against Me!

U Ugly Violent Femmes

V Va Donc Chier The Sainte Catherines

W Waiting for the End of the World Elvis Costello

X Xmas Eve Born Against

Y Y'all Don't Wanna Step To Dis Against Me!

Z Zing Pong None More Black

not really representative of songs i like a bunch, but thats ok. against me! is the only repeat, and me and bill both have TSR for out T's YEA!

you should do it now too.

I gave up on me too.

so last summer some people that i know (bill, kierin, dan, myself) we're chatting it up on a message board, posting silly pictures and comics, planning parties, and best of all, putting up mixes. i miss that shit, so starting today, and continuing every friday untill i forget to do it, i'm going to put together a mix and upload it to the neither regions of the internet. so here you go


4.21.06 - We Don't Have Many Days Left Together

Suggested Reading - On Subbing by Dave Roche & Chapters One and Two of The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger

Suggested Drinking - Two 32's of Miller High Life and a shot of Jameson

About "We Don't Have Many Days Left Together"
Just a collection of some stuff I have been listening to lately. Thanks to Dan for help on cock sparrer and reminding me about "Dragged Back In" Big ups to Bill for mentioning Drag tthe River some night I was way drunk and wasn't able to remember it till this week.

How to Listen to "We Don't Have Many Days Left Together"
Connect to a very loud stereo. Use an ipod, a cd you burned of it, your computer, whatever. Open one Miller High Life. DANCE! Take a shot during the Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution. Open a second High Life. Dance some more! Go outside, ride a bike, then kiss your mom.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2I5F8TD8 - We Don't Have Many Days Left Together

Have a great Weekend- Booth!

It's a struggle

So I made a little playlist today. It made me happy. Then I see Whit put up a suggestion of things to listen to, so I thought, "I could put up my playlist for today". I did.

your nose is bleeding

conversation had with me last night : well, I don't know why I have them (condoms), I don't use them, I mean, I'm on birth control, but I'd be in major trouble if I got pregnant, I'd kill myself if I got pregnant, well, not me, just the baby.

Pure hilarity. Thats all I got. More tonight.

If I Blog About Reno, Does That Make Me Dirty?

So, the other day I drove two hours , by myself, through rain , sleet, snow, and hail, to the "wonderful" city that is Reno, NV. I felt like the Post Office. (not the Postal service, I was too happy to be them.) Since I had driven the two hours, and I had conviced myself the weather was only going to get worse, (and i didn't have chains, chains are to expensive! I felt like i was buying a grill.) I stayed the night! And where did I stay? No where else but the casino named after a kitchen instrument, the PEPPERMILL! I had been there before, the summer of 2002, so it was a homecoming of sorts.That is my kick ass room. Yeah, I have two beds, what are you going to do, sleep in one? THATS RIGHT! Even though I told the desk guy that it was just me (after he politely declined my credit card. It might have been the first time he said "your credit card was declined" and someone said "yeah, I know". Good old paypal debit card.) But said gentlemen still gave me TWO room keys and TWO beds. Apparently he wanted to meet a platonic friend that evening. Strange man.
That is the wonderful view from my room. Second floor, right by the elevator, BEAUTIFUL! (if you were able to look to the left there would be an empty pack of marlboro reds and a door. It was strange) So I realize that I have not mentioned the reasoons for this trip to reno. If you dont have a reason to be in reno, you might as well mainline some heroin, because your life is over. I was there for the first night of the latest Alkaline Trio tour. Old songs, good times, blah blah blah, if you really care about the circumstances go to punknews.orgWell the opening band, and the only band to play besides Alkaline Trio was AGAINST ME! <-- That's thier ! not mine. They were wonderful as always, and got me that fun, "i need to be in a band" choked up a couple times, and I love them, FOR-EV-ER! That is Matt Skiba in a funny hat. All was forgiven because they played goddamnit from start to finish and a bunch of other good songs too. No 97, but no night can be perfect right? I had myself a good time at the show, but I have to say this about "Reno Punx": what have you done with your lives? The show wasn't sold out, and I have a very good feeling that 10% of the crowd had heard eternal cowboy by against me!, let alone anything BEFORE that. It was a nice upswing to the 25% of the crowd that had actually listened to goddamnit before, but fucking christ kids, come on! How can Burn get the best reaction out of all the songs played? (the only song played off of the new album, unless that shitty song about having a bad time at one of dans parties is on that album too, i block that song out) They played San Francisco, you dumb motherfuckers! I saw them close a show with SANFRANCISCO, after they played RADIO. I hate you reno, I hate you tons! All that bitching aside, the bands were good, the sound was good, and when I talked to Warren from against me! before they played he was nice, as always.So after that I went to the 7-11 by my casino. (technically it is a hotel to, but it is so much cooler to say "my casino" than "my hotel") I bought that wonderful six pack of budlight while talking to bill on the phone. I drank that, talked to lawley, (who is in europe, that dumb cunt!(just kidding, she's not dumb! wink!)) and went and gambled. Texas Tea? It's for bitches! Shake your BOOTY? Its for BOOTH! I did all right, won some money and fell asleep to sportscenter. A perfect ending to a wonderful evening! I drove home the next day, shitty weather, I survived.

The moral to this story is that Reno reminds me of what fremont st in vegas was probably like in 1992, and the punks there are lazy. I hope none of my friends decide to get married in Reno, because it would take a lot to not miss their wedding. I would consider paying the wedding chapel fees difference so they could get married in vegas. Dont get any ideas Bill, you portablepoptartloving bastard!

my beer bottle says I've been naughty

I have been infinately more creative since I have moved up here, which has been fantastic. I am becoming comfortable with my own capabilities and realizing that my own limitations do not mean that I shouldn't do something. That and I have been listening to the specials and born against, so fuck you!

mess with the beard, you get the fuzz

At some point in my adolescense I remember hearing that girls who are anorexic and don't have enough body fat to keep themselves warm develop a bunch of those "baby hairs" to help them from dying. So I thought to myself, "I bet if I was anorexic I would have a better beard!" I'm hoping my logic isn't flawed on this one, I'm only eating one meal a day, a very tiny meal at that, starting tomorrow. GO BEARD!

hirst day of spring cleaning

blah blah blah first day of spring. One of my many goals of moving up here was that when I left I would have half as many things in my truck. I'm looking at the shit in my room and I am stuck as to what to get rid of. More than half my clothes will be gone, try to get it down to one trash bag. And that's where I'm at. It rained most of the day, which is HORIBLE, but it did leave a nice double rainbow. It was "complete" in that i could see both touch the ground at both ends. Pretty sure that is the first one of those I have seen. I got a microphone today, it doesn't want to work, so I get to try to Make it work tomorrow. As for this thing, I am just rambling about my day with no reason. Good day sir.

this is where the magic happens

ahhhhhhh, it's been a while, no? things on this part of town are rainy, still, or again, or always, whatever you prefer. Apparently I got my photoblog deleted, and I think it is because I photoshoped a dick onto a picture of amanda. I got my own computer, and it remindes me of my valiant, sometimes it takes a couple tries to get it running, and sometimes it stops for no reason, but when its working, it is a BEAUTY! thank you to bill and bill's dad, the two best pinkels in the world. I started downloading every band that i can think of, and so far my favorite new thing is MONEYBROTHER. I guess it's some dude who used to sing in a punk band who now does great soul/funk/rock stuff. You should all go buy or steal either album, blood panic or to die alone. im almost through the first one, and it will kill you, ok? OK! thats about all I got in me tonight, but tomorrow is a new day, right?

a second attempt : Tom Gabel and Carmelo Anthony - Same Shit Different Day

Ahhhhh, that elusive street-cred. Tonight, as part of my post-work evening, I watched an episode of Outside the Lines. From it I learned something interesting: Crusty Punks and Basketball Players both struggle with selling out. Now, don't act surprised. At no time did ESPN mention any crust punks, or anything remotely related to crust punks, so they are safe, for now. If you didn't get a chance to watch it here's the meat: Carmelo Anthony came from a super poor neighborhood in Baltimore, and he goes back to visit. On one such visit he hangs out on a corner (?!?) with some "childhood friend" and a camera crew shows up. Now, being Carmelo Anthony, 'Melo, and showing that he is truly worth all the endorsement deals (RADIOSHACK? are you fucking kidding?), he smiles and giggles. All fun and games, right? NO! His friend is talking about how snitches get stiches, or someother ridiculous street thing about police informants (am I for police informants? not so much, but that's not the deal). Well this video surfaces on an underground DVD and suddenly 'Melo wants you dead if you talk to cops (not exactly). The state tries to get him to come out on a pro-snitching DVD he doesn't do it, and that's about it. So funny thing, Melo is trying to retain his street cred, trying to connect to the people on the streets, trying to keep it real, all the while being RICH AS SHIT! And that is where I realized that all my favorite punk bands are really just good college basketball players. And instead of being happy as shit that they "make the big time" and sign to majors and make some money (like the poor folks of his neighborhood were (or at least that's how they were in my head)) us MIDDLE to UPPER MIDDLE CLASS kids get on our computers and bitch about how they sold out! Well FUCK THAT! I'm going to take a lesson from the poor folks and BE HAPPY!(at least now the dirty clothes and shitty beard might make sense) To AGAINST ME!, may you make tons of money and get a shoe deal... wait...

all kidding aside, it's alright with me, someday I'm going to get paid a lot of money to do what I love too.

fuck you blogger

i had a great post drawing parallels between carmelo anthony, tom gabel, selling out and street cred all ready to go. then i took whit's advice and tried to spell check it. GONE! I am holding whit personally responsible, both for my lost post and my horrible spelling/grammer. I'm going to bed, I will try again in the morning.

I work with the Picture of Dorian Gray

Up here in the great N.C. I work with a particular bartender, nameless at this point, two or three times a week. I never see her outside of work. Sometimes she comes in a few minutes early, in "street clothes", and changes in the bathroom. When I started I thought to myself "WOW, she looks like this girl from Lancaster". When Allison came to visit I told her, she didnt see it much. The strange thing about the bartender is that every shift I see her, she becomes less and less attractive. Not in the "I am getting to know this person and there is nothing good about them besides their butt" way but in the purely physical culturally decided standards of beauty. It is like she is falling apart, one day at a time. Her thighs are getting bigger, her hair stringier, she might even be getting slower. I hope she doesn't have a serious disease (minor disease-ok with me!)

Did you know Wkipedia has a sort of death tracker? I tells you by month and date who has passed away this year. It tells the name, age, something notable, and sometimes how they died. I was going to start this blog fifteen minutes ago, but I got sidetracked on this wonderful plot of cyberland. My favorite part was seeing how people died. A comic illustrator fell from a seven story building. No Joke. I also figured out I only care about dead people in my age range. I scanned the list looking just at age. If I saw a 1_ 2_ or 3_ I stopped and read their sentence. I know the thirtys were a bit of a stretch, but there aren't a hell of a lot of people dying in their 10's with enough recognition to get a spot on Wikipedia. When I die, I hope they put my name on this list.

My fingers are getting pretty tender from playing more guitar. I am working on my "album" more every day and I hope to be getting some things in the 10001010101010111 area this month. Then I am going to tackle the hard stuff, writing my own music. It might be ok. I got one line for a song so far - "These colors will not change, you change the way I see them" Good, HUH?


***Editor's Note - Song lyrics are not by Mr Booth, but rather from the NEW HAWTHORNE HEIGHTS ALBUM. Sorry for the confusion.***

always a bridesmaid, never a bride

im actually in this picture, behind chris (the one with a dick). i had a great weekend, 5 good friends came up here to the mecca of hella bring some southern california... how do you say... flava. this is from a nice little place called fanny ann's in old sac. i work with most of the people in this picture. i was drunk. we all were, and it was beautiful. it takes about 25 minutes to get from my house to old sac, so we convinced my mom to drop us off at the bar. it was just like junior high, except this wasnt the mall and i didn thave a broken arm. some highlights of the evening - shots of jager in don knotts honor, dancing with large women, throwing quarters on the ground, someone pouring beer on someone elses feet, a quote "you look slutty, just kidding, slut" and a $60 cab ride home. there were many other things that happened, it was all fun, and i cant wait to see everyone again.

i watch sportscenter a lot, and they had a great story about an autistic kid playing basketball. it was inspirational. now its time for sudoku and bedtime.

bon voyage

the glasses i have known for a long time are gone, forever. i must sleep, for in the morning, i will get new glasses and i will eulogize the glasses of the past

skinheads, whiskey, and my stepdad

those are the three things in my life right now. i drank a couple jack and cokes at fridays, and i came home to hang out with my stepdad and talk about how retarded skinheads are. it was a good day. i would have more pictures but my camera's battery died. i will sleep well, happy presidents weekend from one of the few people that resembles a dead president!

when i say fuck the man, its what i believe, no matter who that man happens to be...

i realized that more than likely my time with my friends is on the end of a vp's shotgun and we got everything against us. i wish i wasnt up here wasting away stockpiling hamiltons coming up with better ways to live my life, but i am, and thats me, and im sorry. dear friends, dont leave just yet, give me a chance to come back and live life how it should be. your understanding is appreciated, i apologize for deserting you.

one possible origin of my sleep schedule

thirteen years ago, fifth grade, valentines day. ive been thinking about this all day. it was the last valentines day that i remember as the valentines for the whole class and not that girl i thought was cute. actually, it was a transitional valentines day, valentines for the whole class AND the girl i liked. i made valentines that year. red, light pink, dark pink, white construction paper, red markers, dolies (?), a little bit of glitter, glue sticks. i made some ridiculous amount (about 30, good old private schools and their low class sizes) and of course didnt start until 8 oclock or so at night. cutting out hearts, tracing cupids, making arrows, it was a lot of work. the funny thing about the whole thing is that just before that a pipe had broken under the house, and during the daytime guys worked on the pipe and on filling in holes in the foundation. our carpet was ripped up, all the furniture was in the wrong place, and i sat there, using the wire spool that i had up untill a month ago as my craft table. i was up till probably two or three working on them. my special valentine was for miyoko green. she might have liked it, but not enough to like me. funny thing, if you go to 43770 Santa Rosa Circle, Lancaster, CA 93535 and lift up the carpet to the right of the fireplace there should be a "anthony + miyoko" stick-in-concrete scrawl. to this day, as far as i can remember, it is the only concrete stick artwork i have participated in. (there should be mine and this girl raquel's initials carved into a bench at mcgrath state beach, and i probably led to the death of quite a few trees in junior high with AB + ??, but only one time did i doom a relationship in concrete) as i am retelling this story i cant help but think of how i thought it made total sense to put into a very permament piece of concrete my love for some girl who was barely my friend. i continued to do the same thing in varying ways for quite a long time. its strange that this is the valentines day that i have been reminsing about, but i can see it in my head like it was much more recent than 13 years ago.

sometimes i feel like im hunting with the vice president

i havent been on here in a while, that is mostly randy quaid's fault. if you think about it, you'll understand. fun things have been happening up north... i golfed the worst game of my life, i wrapped my moms birthday present using a glue stick, and i ate at the least busiest arby's in the whole world. i did all of that today. im thinking of going to technical school to be a basketball ref. im pretty sure i would be good at being bought off and looking the other way. actually, with those too skills i could be a politician, a wild west marshall, and meatloaf. "i would do anything for love, but i wont give you my dr pepper, but i will sure as hell sell out, YEAH!!!!!" tonight at work a guy told me that i could grow a better beard if i found a wild cat and rubbed its tail on my face, and it had to smell like urine. im actually thinking about finding a wild cat tomorrow instead of going to school. i was reading about someone who had a face like achipmunk and they denied it and now im wondering if i have an animal face. tomorrow i will do my best to make something nice. maybe ill go out and take pictures - SAN DIMAS HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL RULES!!!!!!!!

no looking back at sinking ships

its one o clock in the morning. i am relatively drunk. i am trying to convince my self that i should go to school tomorrow. i do this every other day(minus weekends). i know that i am "up here" to finish school, and to part of me that makes sense. but i can't help and think about why it is that i go to school. i think that i have it figured out, at least in terms of for me, personally, to 3 different reasons, in specific order. 1 for my parents. 2. to make money. 3. for the knowledge. i know, i know, its bullshit and its wrong, but it is definately true. i hear from my parents (one side more than the other) that i need to do this, i need to get a degree, blah blah blah. and i guess the following question sums up all my fears and doubts and everything else. am i only doing this so that i outwardly seem successful? that when the time comes, when the questions arises, i am not out in the cold, degree-less, looking in on the garden party of people more distinguished than me? a part of me says "oh anthony, you're just lazy, and you are using whatever political/philisophical beliefs to justify your laziness." and another part of me says "no, you're being honest to yourself. you're just trying to figure out what is right". and i guess that is what everything has come down to. i think of people that i admire, smart people, people i actually know, that i call my friends, and some have degrees, like bill, and others have shrugged off schooling for whatever reason, like dan. i think of people who love their jobs, like me, and people that i am pretty sure fucking hate them, like josh mann. and i wonder to myself. am i just going to end up in a career that i hate, because i invested the time and money into it, or am i going to get a degree and work in a restaurant, head and sholders above my coworkers, like whit? it just seems like such a shame/waste/betrayal, that the three days a week i spend four hours in a class room when i would rather be anywhere but there. and when i am not there, i still dont want to be there. i would rather read books i want to read, watch documentaries i want to watch, see things i want to see, live how i want to live. but instead i wake up early and go, hating every minute of it. i know my desires and goals and terms of success are different than the average 23yearold, i just wish i could figure out how to keep myself from feeling that i need to please everyone.

the day has finally come

its so much goddamnwork getting this computer to do anything. but for my trouble, i have a picture. i am going to bed.

this class will be taught using the "lecture-discussion"method

ahhhhhh the dreaded sunday. i fucking hate sundays. they are mildly bearble during football season, with the evening game and all the sportscenter repeats, but not today, not tonight, not for me. so i decided to spend a few hours with anchor steam and the internet, here are some good things i have found:

The Beast 50 Most Loathsome People in America, 2005
- some really interesting stuff here. not sure what The Beast, not sure that I care, but I did find this gem when they spoke of Hillary Clinton - ...while "new Democrats" like Clinton are willing to hump every fence they come across. Don't worry, they get everyone, which is the only way it should be.
http://www.buffalobeast.com/91/50.htm

Project Censored Top 25 Censored Stories of 2006
- one of the only things i can take away from a community college class with "traina" was the knowledge of this organization. he used their book for the class, and suprisingly, i actually purchased it, and held onto it, for a while at least. in my internet time today i found that they had put out their new list. i didn't get through much of it, but i am on my way
http://www.projectcensored.org/censored_2006/

Bombs and Shields
- this is an exciting blog with pretty uptodate information on arrests/indictments/happenings on the governments NEWEST war, the war on domestic terror. personally, i react the same everytime i hear someone called a "terrorist", some event called "terror", or someone referred to as "preggers". at least when people do say preggers, they are right. best thing about this blog, the picture of the paid informant the fbi has been using in multiple cases. she got something like $75000 and expenses over two years and is 20-something years old. she's been all over the country shitting on people. first thing tomorrow i'm going to buy a wire.
http://bombsandshields.blogspot.com/

thats all i got for you kids tonight, but i'll keep working on it. im looking for a new ghost-writer, if you know anyone, let me know.

ive never fired anyone before

but i fired that james guy. he just wasn't really working out. besides, why would i want to have oprah (and eventually dr.phil) against me! ? more details soon.

millions of tiny socialists

i woke up today. i went to work. i did lots of coke. snorted it. all of it. all up. i punched a lady. i punched a cop. i went to jail. i dug myself out with a spoon. i fucked a homless man with my spoon. i killed him. i ate him. i thre him up and burned him. i did more coke. then some speed. then some dope. then i went to school. i hung out with socialists. they all wanted to fuck me. i had to kill them. it was time for dinner. i ate a steak. i watched tv. i went and bought gas. i went to rehab. then back to jail. then rehab again. then i went home.

***this post writen for booth by james frey. he is booth's official ghostwriter. he came cheap.

good things come to those who wait in a cave

so i am sitting at home eating dinner, watching television, and this piece of artistic majesty and marketing genius comes on. it shows some "terrorists" (or as the close captioning said - ARABS) driving around, then stopping, then unloading missle launchers. the great graphics on the screen say something about objectives and watching enemies movements and killing former professional football players who are in your platoon (i might have made that one up) and then, the money shot. "your group has supplies for 5 days." "it is day 12" yup. the U.S. Army is officially announcing that they dont have enough money to give troops important things, like WATER. sign me up, i drink soda anyways.

a joy in all i can see

i finally made it so i can blog for home. i am happy. now if i could only figure out a way to get my pictures up! a real blog will come soon

not as cold as it could be

quick update from chicago: its cold, but not that cold. i saw wrigley field. i saw fratty guys scream at eachother outside a bar. i drank 11% alcohol beer. i saw a $10,000 bottle of chivas. i had a chicago pizza. i had a chicago hotdog. i rode the el. i wrode the bus. i saw some huge crabs. i have drank. a lot. but not as much as i could have. pictures to come, take care!

waterparks and aftershocks

i headed off into the distant land of floods. i'll be computerless for a bit, but i will make up for it by a well documented move and trip to chicago. fare thee well, lancaster, i hardly knew thee...