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things i haven't got anymore:
* fort not portland
* a boss
* a working motorcycle
* a gypsy/punk/trainwreck band
* a foot and a half of dreadlocks
things i now have
* an engagement ring (just looking for the right windswept hill)
* a big old victorian house
* a green-as-you'll-let-us-be landscaping service
* a country western jug band
* a dog
I think i'm soon to say good bye city life. there's a general store just outside of bardstown with creek running through a train trestle right by it. it's not a gigantic hall made of sprayed styrofoam, but it's a start. |
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i've taken a position on the line at the hard rock cafe in order to pad my winter finances. it is my intention to get fired within two weeks. so far every obnoxious behavior i have engaged in has been met with approval. my approach so far was to present myself as the ultimate rock and roll guy. saying rock on 10-15 an hour and engaging in spontaneous air guitar solos. i had planned to show up in leather pants but that would just make my night a living hell. i'm having a hard time coming up with a new plan to get canned that won't fuck up any of the other kitchen staff who are for the most part decent people trying to do their job. i don't think the deserve to be fucked with just because i think it would be funny.
i do think it'd be grand to fuck with the management, who seem nice enough, but are still management at a hard rock cafe.
so i'm open to suggestions, remember i've only got a week and a half left to pull this off other wise i'm just going to get pissed that i've worked at the hard rock for two weeks of my life and walk out. |
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Nov. 13th, 2005 @ 04:57 pm
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if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. it can be anything you want, either good or bad.
when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. |
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cannonwill502 (7:15:19 PM): it's complicated but here goes....began squatting my old house in louisville...got caught....talked my way out of it...
BrokenLocus (7:15:46 PM): nod...
cannonwill502 (7:16:03 PM): accidentally caused former landlord to get a $700 fine... instead of kicking me out like any one would he suggests i turn on the electricity
BrokenLocus (7:16:26 PM): huh
cannonwill502 (7:16:53 PM): in order to turn on the electricity the power company now requires a lease
BrokenLocus (7:17:49 PM): nod
cannonwill502 (7:18:20 PM): so i mention this to the former landlord (bob) thinking this would be the straw that broke the camel's back for one of us ....but no, i now have a lease on an entire house for $100 a month (it was $625 when i lived there last)....
cannonwill502 (7:19:35 PM): so i take the lease to the power company...turns out new legislation decrees that you have to have the wiring inspected if electricity has been turned off for 12 consecutive months...
BrokenLocus (7:20:56 PM): god damn
BrokenLocus (7:21:01 PM): 100 dollars, a month?
cannonwill502 (7:22:04 PM): if i owned and lived in the house i could go down to the city inspectors and give them $500 to have the inspector go out and if everything turns out fine then i get the $500 back...i didn't ask what happens if it's not fine because.....
cannonwill502 (7:23:49 PM): i'm not the homeowner and seeing as how the home is a rental property liability issues require that a master electrician is contracted which will run at least $300+whatever they say needs fixing+ some bureaucratic fee i'm imagining....
cannonwill502 (7:25:54 PM): add this too the proposed 63% increase in gas heat this winter and the fact that somebody jacked the copper piping out of the cellar so there's no plumbing to speak of as well as the awkward at best insulating (holes in floor/ broken windows) and all of the sudden $100/month doesn't sound so hot.
cannonwill502 (7:26:19 PM): so that's been my past few days
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Howdy!
If there's Christmas in July, then by extension how 'bout spring cleaning in fall?
The first Sunday of every month the Brick House will host a swap meet, a bizarre bazaar, in it's back room. Anyone will be allowed to set up a table. Government issued scrip will, however, be strictly banned. An eventual localized currency will be acceptable. It will begin at 2:00 and end at 7:00.
That would mean you should mark your calenders for Nov. 6th.
So drag out all your clutter, and let it fill up someone else's closet for once.
Just so you know, the Brick House is at the corner of Second and St. Catherine, at 1101 S. 2nd to be precise. It's also online at www.brickhouse.cc . You can, of course, email me with any questions you might have.
hope y'all are well,
Oct. 16th, 2005 @ 01:18 pm
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...and here comes the chill air that i haven't felt since last february when i decided to become an expatriate of the frigid north. i'm really wondering how i'll hold up. i wonder how bad i'll need to see the sun rise or set, or at least see the sun turn some trick to break up the dull glowing white off channel tv screen louisville's sky becomes for the next six months. alaska gets the full blown nasty breakup. louisville gets the unrequited love. just enough sun to flirt with.
if you should find yourself in a sour mood...i highly suggest you get yourself a bike basket and hand me $35. i know a mysterious middle eastern man who brings exotic plants into my workplace every week.
the quickest way out of a sour mood is for me to purchase you a jasmine bush and you to place the jasmine bush in your bike basket and ride all over town. it gives the effect of constantly rolling out of a forest into a crowd of bewildered onlookers. and the smell!!! it's like the turtle and carrot on a stick bit only more instant gratification and in place of the carrot is some vague sensual notion that everything is in fact amazing despite evidence to the contrary.
i named her diane, her partner in crime is a foot and a half tall fig tree named jack.
Oct. 8th, 2005 @ 12:24 am
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sometimes it's nice to know you could hack it in a parallel universe. for instance despite the apparent thrust of the past 23 years of my life i am still able at a moments notice to dance proficiently to snoop dogg's "drop it like it's hot.
of course by proficiently i mean jumping and sliding around like a pentecostal snake handler (actually where i learned to dance, no foolin)
good bye to the 953.
Oct. 2nd, 2005 @ 09:28 pm
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it's strange how victory feels. i'm somehow always disappointed when a tricky goal is achieved and yet i'm not standing on top of a mound of my fallen enemies with a tattered banner waving behind me...instead i'm still just a kid riding away on his bike. some how i expect bugles or at least some sort of theme music.
ah well, clear cut victories are too few and far between in this life to nitpick.
i came back to louisville with a serious of goals to achieve. most of which revolve around developing a set o skills that will serve me well when i ever i decide to say good by city life and begin work on my sustainability based roadside attraction monstrosity. there have been many great strides towards this so far, notably julia loaning me the financial backing to get into a welding class and holly focusing aspects of my plan and several others into the beginnings of a non-profit, but as far as i'm concerned yesterday marks the highwater mark of this particular chapter in my life.
i met up with mr. al goodman who is the driving force behind the preservation of the loop island wetlands http://www.loopislandwetlands.com/ and managed to convince him to let me and the lose affiliation of folks that comprise START! ( the aforementioned non-profit) use his 50 acres of quasi wetlands as our own little permaculture lab. beyond that he is also donating enough space to build a bio diesel refinery and a small brewery, as well as office space and the use of any of his many buildings to hold seminars.
i'm really surprised he agreed to this much, i didn't feel like i had enough information to properly present myself or START! and intended on only listening and asking many questions about what direction he was moving, but it seemed like i had him at every pass. every problem the wetlands presented i had a pretty decent, workable, organic solution to. so in all i think the business man and the kid with foot and a half long matted hair walked away impressed with the possibilities offered by the other.
there's much more to say as well, it's been an incredible month or so and it looks like it's only going to get more interesting....more soon...
i hope you all are well.
Sep. 24th, 2005 @ 08:14 pm
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so for months now the whole world has been swimming in gmail invites. why then is it that today, when i actually need an invite there are none?
some folks had a hundred or so invites just yesterday....bah!
any how should you happen to have an invite ( or hopefully two ) i could surely use them. soon too.
i shall reward whomever does this with honest to god milk and honey...perhaps palm fronds will be involved.
beyond that life is amazing, more on that later.
Aug. 14th, 2005 @ 06:45 pm
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howdy y'all,
if you're not up to anything come august thirteenth it might be a
good idea for you to swing by louisville. as it stands now there will
be a city wide bike relay race put on by citizens against spandex bike
apparel (CASBA) which will terminate at the waterfront fountains so
folks can cool down, whilst other folk grill out for the hungry
masses. there's a pretty good chance somebody will be playing music
for a while around this time but we're not particularly sure who just
yet, maybe our own local ornery cowboy matt mattingly, maybe one of
y'all.
once everyone is fed and well rested we'll put out a call for an epic
few rounds of capture the flag hopefully broken down by town or
region.
we will, of course understand if you have prior engagements. however
when folks from you town suffer defeat after defeat at the hands of a
select group of louisvillians, they might not be so understanding. the
choice is yours. if you should decide to come up you can email
me at cannonwill502@gmail.com and i'll get you squared away some how.
mors ante servitium
- david jarboe
Jul. 22nd, 2005 @ 12:24 pm
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i've been in louisville for coming up on two weeks now and i'd really like to be ready to make a judgement call about whether or not this is still home. but it seems like my plan to lay low and steadily work on finding out what my options are has definitely made for an insular visit. i've really enjoyed keeping to myself a lot, and have been doing a damn fine job sticking to my plans. it just seems that after 6 months of the get into town hustle of making friends learning the lay of the land and playing out whatever plots need playing out all in the space of a weekend, that keeping my distance here in louisville from people i have known and loved for years has resulted in a sort of awkward underwhelming feeling that wouldn't bother me one damn bit if i wasn't trying to make a decision.
i know all of this is my own damned fault. i also apologize to any obvious people i should have called up the moment i got into town. also in line for apologies are folks that i haven't gotten around to giving my best to just yet. i've been pretty self absorbed in plotting and scheming.
i have had some really fine times in the past weeks as well, a night of porch sitting at slicks, a ride with tarri and spoon down to our farm and the fire the saddle show on the river. i'm really proud of the shape and feel of louisville as well. even though it seems more fragmented it seems like that fragmentation is for the best, the brick house is amazing and i can't wait till my first shift, which may be this sunday with nathan.
it's been about two weeks and i'm still open to change, still open to fine tuning my approach and still open to the idea that my approach has been entirely wrong. i am leaving here shortly for the carolinas, for the firefly festival but mostly to see jane and gather perspective. maybe to audition another town as well.
i've got a backseat open for the trip down but meg has already retained me as a chauffeur for the return trip, so if anybody wants to experience the thrill of staring at the back of my helmet for 300 or so miles let me know.
i've got a birthday coming up here shortly. don't worry about it. i don't plan on celebrating much. the way i figure it, i've bathed in three fountains of youth so a birthday seems sort of ridiculous. i will of course accept any deeds to land or farm implements in recognition of the beginning of my second year of being 22.
thanks y'all present, y'all past and y'all future for everything. i can't wait to get my shit together for you.
Jul. 1st, 2005 @ 04:00 am
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this is the court of seven flags on top of look out mountain. in the distance you can just make out kentucky ( it's the one with the hillbillies and horses) and over to the side are the carolinas ( the one with hillbillies and...hills).
i'm headed there to play spin the bottle.
Jun. 18th, 2005 @ 07:16 pm
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good bye florida, good bye ocean, and good riddance to alabama.... i flew from montgomery into the heart of a tropical storm where my pitiful soggy self stared into the eyes of the soldiers at the gates as the told me and all my worldly possessions were condemned to infinite sog....against my better i judgement i lit out in the storm and hour of so of hanging out in second gear finally made it down the thirty miles of country road that led to pasaquan....the caretaker there had lit the way with oil lamps and had middle eastern folk music playing as i pulled up (pasaquan looks roughly like what would happen if the aborigines tried their hands at making a castle) he handed me a flash light and told me to lead the tour... he wanted to see the place again and was intending to use my eyes. he should me where the blood of ST. EOM had stained his dresser and talked about sylvia plath and the world trade center as we smoked mint tobacco from a hookah some previous guests had left behind. the next morning i sewed most everything i own back together and pointed the bike northward....
atlanta has let me pull my patented pull a $10/hr job out of two days in town trick again. today i earned that by going for a swim in a row of holly trees.
i'll post more photo's of pasaquan as soon as i can get them off flickr.com which has caused me no end of trouble and back on good old photobucket.
till then i can only direct you to the official page that stands in honor of the life and times of"the badass bodacious mystic of beauna vista"
www.pasaquan.com
Jun. 17th, 2005 @ 12:50 am
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trying to get full off of peanuts, listening to the heart of saturday night over and over again, smoking too much to keep time and trying to figure out how to be a better lonely person.....hell i might as well still be 18 and sleeping between the jazz section and the reggae section of underground sounds. i could've sworn i grew out of this at some point.
Jun. 8th, 2005 @ 09:29 pm
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ended up staying as a friend of a friend of a friend at a professional treasure hunters house on cudjoe key (easily the least romantically named key) ate barracuda, damn near caught a lobster with my bare hands, learned how to make palm frond roses, and made $13... key west doing it's damndest to tear apart my inflated regard for folks as a whole so i said my good bye without even going to the pirate soul museum....went through miami just to say i drove through miami, got attacked by a renegade moped... went to see the ruins of tom gaskin's cypress knee museum, as a bonus got to hang out with the folks at vanishing species, a roadside attraction that opened the day before we got there. the owner told us how the cypress knee museum was shut down by the state....then back up the west coast and into st. petersburg where we stayed at the blueberry patch, got to see the ceramic ensemble and are now head to gibsonton which was originally my only real destination in florida...
( the blueberry patch )
May. 16th, 2005 @ 05:52 pm
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got into key west friday, in time to miss our ride aboard the schooner wolf as she sailed as the flag ship of the conch republic in the reenactment of the battle of seccesion, which involved a crew of key westers going out and hurling stale bread at a coast gaurd ship who then turned their water cannon on the key westers....the key westers immediatly surrendered and applied for 5 million in war reperations...
the reenact ment is little more than an enourmous naval food fight that fills up the whole bay, with biplanes flying over head tossing down rolls of toilet paper....this lasts until the sunsets then there comes an unspoken cease fire.
every evening here a crowd gathers in mallory square to watch the sun set and at the culmanation actually applaud the sunset.
despite all this i feel really trapped down here, both by the lack of anywhere else to go and the lack of different cultural facets to get into other than drinking and spending. but i'm still not ready to start retracing my steps just yet.
ah well, there will be pictures soon.
happy trails!
May. 3rd, 2005 @ 02:50 pm
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dear y'all,
my cell phone got stolen a few days ago, so email is the only way to get a hold of me till i get this straightened out.
Apr. 24th, 2005 @ 10:12 pm
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be it ever so humble there's no place like....
right smack dab in the heart of the beast, anne and i have found ourselves this cosy cottage. last night we had company over in the form of a pack of timid collegiates that we first scared off, but later tracked down and wound up staying up way past my new found bedtime talking about roadside attractions and how to responsibly go crazy.
today we stike blows against the on rushing waves of disney and it's legion gift shops.
i'll have pictures and notes up from the xanadu here shortly i promise.
hope y'all are well.
Apr. 18th, 2005 @ 09:26 am
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