Drunk in the morning. Well, I guess noon is morning for me. Just me and the cats here, and, of course, the ubiquitous wine and freestanding velbloud. I played rummy with Michal last night. It was brilliant. I hope to see Patricia tonight, but hope is a bland thing. I’ve had no dreams that I can recall since returning from Maja. Perhaps the alcohol snuffs them. I should go to work. Oh, GOD, life is bitter and absurd. Now it is time for my final cigarette.

Are lives I live so circulatory? I am here with five friends - five is the maximum I have ever felt that I could relate to. And they talk about the music as Patricia crunches Křupky. I should not be so cynical. Viking attempts to explain about our time in Průhonice and I just returned from the toilet, have realized that I am a stranger, as usual. Viking calls this book a bible; perhaps it shall be, if I encourage all of my friends to scribe within it.

The rain precludes me

As I shiver in this pub

Listening but mute

I am fading away…

It’s been a long problem with me - I cannot associate with people perfictly. You think that you understand, BARBORKO?

http://polaris.fucksheep.org/boc_astronomy_w_stephen_king.mp3 After reading the whole ‘Dark Tower’ series by Stephen King over the last week, I find this nostalgic bit of music. It is not exactly connected, but, for sure, interesting. The aforementioned novels are possibly a bit of pop culture, but I enjoyed them immensely. The characters have a resonant depth, and when each of them died, I was gripped with emotional pain. Maybe it breaks no new ground like James Joyce or Tolkien did, but it is, nonetheless, gripping. When Jake died, I cried. And I don’t usually cry. Oy: “I Ake!” That could be ‘Bye Jake’ or ‘I ache’. If you haven’t read them, it would make no sense, probably. Oh, by the way, here is the original: http://polaris.fucksheep.org/boc_astronomy.mp3

Commentaries:

Tony:

Don’t post spoilers, damn it!

Me:

Wanna beat me over the head with a mallet or what?

Tony:

I will beat on you with a plastic bat or walrus.

It was no mallet, but a magna of illusion.

Me:

At least it wasn’t the Forge of Vulcan.

Acy, you told me four years ago that you liked this song. Finally, I got the CD again (the original was stolen by someone who is a friend of us all). http://polaris.fucksheep.org/peter_blegvad/Downtime/14_-_Say_No_Now.mp3 Pa pa pa…

Commentaries:

Tony:

Stolen by whom?

Me:

I won’t say. I’ll leave it to your imagination.

Acy:

I don’t really remember the song too well, except for a hint of recognition at the chorus :) But it really brought back that time in my life, and that visit, that meant a lot to me. I remember listening a lot to “Mayfly and the Rose” sometime in that period as well. I believe that was your Robert Calvert CD, do you have it on MP3?

Keep in touch.

Acy

Me:

I am ripping it now.

What did the chrous remind you of? Maybe Pavla? :) http://polaris.fucksheep.org/hype.html

I woke up this morning clutching my penis. Strange because I did not have any sexual dreams. I dreamt about Fort Stockton, as I usually do, but of a surreal Fort Stockton. I walked along what I suppose was Main Street, past the strange and outdated drugstore which still served fountain drinks – the one Chris and I went to some years ago – the one Acy and I went to after visiting Joni when I was still in that rabid High School. I turned right, along Guadalupe Avenue, if that exists. I don’t remember. I came upon a giant store called ‘Sears Jeans’ and all they had were jeans. Fucking kalhoty. It seemed out of place in the general desolation which was Fort Stockton, Texas. They had all kind of jeans – for the fat – for the thin – for the ravaged – everything. I walked curiously through the store, thinking that I really need some new pants (and, I do) and came upon a buffet. It was like a little paradise among capitalistic gloom. People were sprawled on their tables like drunkards, clutching jeans to themselves as if they were their children. On the tables were unfinished utopenec and tlacenka, like in a rancid czech pub. I went to the counter. The prices were in czech crowns. 40 Kc for a full meal – including soup. “That’s pretty cheap, vole” I told myself. Then I was walking home – along Division Street, waiting for a screaming fit from my mother.

Music: Porcupine Tree

Commentaries:

Bender:

…I dreamt about Fort Stockton, as I usually do, but of a surreal Fort Stockton…

Isn’t this redundant? What other kind of Ft. Stockton is there?

Of course, it would be much more awesome if you could get utopenec there…

Me:

Did you ever have utopenec here? and are you going to be near the hometown at xmas?

Bender:

yes…i don’t recall the name of the pub, but i had utopenecs there. if i don’t misremember, you had ham.

Me:

probably na kvedice. was it with janička?

Bender:

No, it was just us. It had two floors, on the ground floor you got the food, and upstairs you ate it. The wall had a painting or poster with very crude caricatures of people.

Tony:

Did you wake up in a pool of vomit?

Me:

not yet.

Acy:

I wake up clutching my penis, but that’s just because I love and adore it.

I don’t remember the drugstore. I do remember going to some fairly lame music store.

Mmmm, tlacenka.

Me:

do you still have it pierced? were you with us when we followed the fools on bikes? i believe it was lee, david, me… and you?

I really don’t update this thing very often, do I?

Well, I can expound on today’s plan, however. I shall go home, get drunk and play nethack until I pass out. When I awaken, I shall prepare for my trip to České Budějovice and figure out when I can possibly go visit Maja in Munich. Perhaps the following weekend? Women are very good at making me feel guilty.

Music: Peter Blegvad

Commentaries:

Jayson:

Nethack… so did you win?

Me:

No, I gave up after a while from frustration and watched a film (21 Grams) instead.

Acy:

Smoke pot instead. If you smoke enough, you’ll still pass out, but you won’t be destroying your liver. Your lungs won’t like you so much, though. However, I imagine your lungs can handle the abuse a little better at this point.

Jayson:

Just make pot brownies then. It will take a little longer to start but you can really get messed up and have a hard time being certain of the doesage until it’s too late. Your liver and lungs will thank you.

Tony:

Or heroin! Fast-acting, provides hours of entertainment.

Acy:

Yeah, but it gives the brownies a nasty bitter flavor and makes you unbelievable constipated.

Me:

Do you prefer constipation or prujem, Aceman?

Acy:

The dosage is really not that hard to titrate. Just make them really fucking strong and start out with a little tiny brownie. Work up from there.

Me:

I am uncertain why you would think that I would not be alive, my dear Aceman. I can get pot, if needed, from my friends in Kacerov, but I don’t really like the way it makes me feel, especially if I am alone. Paranoia. Did I ever tell you the story about when I had to tie myself to my bed when I was living in Holland so I wouldn’t jump out of the window? Too much marijuana. Hmmm…. I guess I understand why you may think that I would not be alive.

Maja is a girl with whom Loyal talked on the phone four years ago. I remember very clearly what he told me when she handed me back my mobile: “Dude, I can’t believe it. She’s 18!” If anyone wants to call me next weekend, you may be able to talk to her, as well.

“A woman’s test is material. A man’s test is a woman…if a man could fuck in a cardboard box, he wouldn’t buy a house.” - Rabbi Dave Chappelle

Commentaries:

Acy:

I am a pan of fed ants.

Me:

I am happy to hear that. How difficult was it to scatter your consciousness among a scampering horde of insects?

Acy:

I simply infused my brain with neurotransmitter-sampling nanomachines and advanced cryoprotectants. The nanosamplers inserted themselves densely into my cell membranes and then, after my body was cooled to subzero temperatures, they were sampled at high resolution using an 815T MRI. Each sampler reported the concentration of one of over thirty different neurotransmitters and neuropeptides, which, combined with their precise position, allowed a cognition-space transform to map my cognitive processes into a widely distributed network if nanoprocessors. These were loaded into a wasp-like delivery drone and implanted into the males and workers of a swarm of Neivamyrmex pilosus.

Me:

What are the purpose of wasps, really?

Anonymous:

that’s what happens when you only shop at IKEA. he should try to get some big furniture which comes in boxes that can accomodate all needs. fucking including.

Me:

Are you stupid or what?

Anonymous:

just trying to judge things by their face-value and see what monsters i can give birth to by doing that.

Tony:

sPONG?

The feathers from a deflowered dandelion float about the office. I am the only one who notices. All else is sunlight and obstacle.

Music: Marillion - The Invisible Man

Context: Some quiz passed around on Livejournal (some misname these things memes these days) that resulted in:

Barefoot- free, rebellious, and wild, you hate boundries and rules. You tend to be on the crazy side and often sweep people up along with you. You are most likely the leader of your group of friends. [please vote! thank you! :)]

Commentaries:

fjolublatt:

oich, you got that barefoot-thingy too.

Me:

yeah. it’s a pity that i am usually shoed, however!

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

All shoes wear off sooner or later. Just have patience and do not get mad with the jokey.

Me:

to usually be replaced by others.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

At least you may hope the other pair will be more confortable.

Me:

or hope that i am not too irritated by shopping for the new pair.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

in which case you cannot blame the shoes for your goofy steps.

Me:

i don’t step. i glide.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

that i knew. but i’ve thought you’ve landed meanwhile.

Me:

gliding can be a ground (or near ground) oriented activity. that being the case, i am, yes, rather land-bound.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

does landing on the ground makes one a down to earth person?

Me:

no, but perhaps remaining on the ground does.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

do you think that if 2 people land together in the same place they have a common ground?

Me:

at the time, yes. the question is if they can maintain that common ground.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

what about each of them carring around some dust from the common ground?

Me:

purposefully or underneath their toenails?

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

either will do, as long as none of them minds the nails aspect.

Me:

if the dust remains with both, whether on purpose or by accident, they are somehow bound.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

i should give up washing my hands. seems this is my chance to have some connection to famous people.

Me:

do you wish for or even require some sort of connection with famous people?

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

neither. I’ve just thought it would be fun to say i have some common ground with Elvis. Maybe I can even sell the common ground.

Me:

capitalist!

(

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

all right, forget about Elvis. I’m willing to replace him with Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu wa Za Banga.

Me:

though i have no idea who that is, i am happy you withdrew your folly.

Anonymous (assumed to be creature):

I propose the following b-elaboration:

he gambles on the saddle (it doesn’t matter barefoot or with a sandal) he’s pulling at the mane (is he a leader or he’s just insane?!) he thrashes at the horse’s back (if you ask me, he’s often quite a pain in the neck) ambition is a bloody game (and yet it’s hard to find for him a blame)

Don’t try to stop him when he pulls it off!

I am very hazy today. Of course, the reason for that is lack of sleep, a predominate norm in my life these days. It seems every night is punctuated with intermittent periods of slumber between longer and longer bouts with wakefulness. Shouldn’t I be used to this sort of thing by now?

Anyhow, the office is ruefully quiet. Some fan-like-apparatus buzzes in the background. I let it be as my companion since my ears are a bit numb from the hours with my headphones. Am I the only one who feels increasingly lethargic after listening to music (no matter how much I like it or not) on headphones for hours? I should break my working day up with walks around Karlín (a little like my nightly wakefulness is broken up by short naps) – that would be pleasant.

Two lj friends have commented so far about spring. After the longish, evil winter, it came as a surprise to myself that I enjoyed the weather as it grew increasingly warmer. Still lots of random fluctuations in wind velocity and percipitation, however. Ach jo. To je jedno.

Wow. I wonder if I shall begin consistently writing here again?

Well, it is interesting to find that Jayson has joined LiveJournal (a perfectly booming population) and added me to his frineds. I thought for sure that my American compadres had abandoned me forever. Or maybe I reacted overly much perchance because of the extreme ideas that Loyal and Suzie portray. I don’t know. The contrast is that people here are much less judgemental. It is nice to be around people who accept you for who you are no matter what. I could stay at Rostej’s flat forever, drink myself blind every day, and he would not even blink an eye. Never should we try to change each other.

Commentaries:

Jayson:

I knew you were a fuck-up pretty early on… I don’t know the whole story of the S/L event, but there is a difference between being judgemental or trying to change someone, and deciding that if they don’t wish to change then you don’t want to stand around and watch them self-destruct.

Me:

what the hell are you talking about, vole? no one was self destructing. i certainly was not. if i had been, would i be around today?

Jayson:

I don’t know if you were or not, like I said I don’t know the whole story. I was responding more to ‘drink myself blind every day, and he would not even blink an eye’. I’m saying that there are more than just the 2 states, 1) not blinking an eye vs 2)judgemental/trying to change you. Plus you were always a bit self and others destructive when I knew ya, Mr. Chaos. We just accepted that as a part of knowing Bob.

Me:

All I do these days is eat yoghurt, however. Sad me.

Susie:

The last thing I would want to do is try to change you, Bob. However, I found it unnecessary to watch my personal relationships, my sense of sanity and my life fall apart around me as a consequence of taking you in.

Watch out for your spite. It does you no good to hold forth bitterness; I hold none against you. Get over it.

By the way, have you attempted to stay at Rostej’s flat forever and drink yourself blind every day? You might find that when you actually follow such practices as those upon which you speculate, people react universally.

Me:

Heh. Yes, I have tried it. There did not seem to be a problem. In fact, the three people who live there usually joined me. But you are right, I should get over it. I suppose I have, mostly, though I have occasional flashes of bitterness. That is not abnormal, is it?