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Tuesday, February 11th, 2003
9:31 am
Nashville pussy.
This town's not as bad as I thought it would be. I've had an ok time, I went walking around on Saturday, bought a few souvenirs, and had a few beers at the local microbrewery.
Sunday I rented a car and put my reservations aside to go meet an online friend, and I'm glad I did. He lives out in a little town about an hour away, and we just sat around talking with his family, drank a few beers and browsed some websites. Then it started snowing heavily so I decided to call it a day and head back to town.
Monday found me in a good mood, I got some work done, and got ready for the manager to return today.
When I got off work yesterday, I didn't feel like doing much of anything, but I wanted to have a few drinks for my last night here, and the bartender at the hotel lounge is a good guy.
I didn't expect to be there long, I just figured I'd have a couple and head up to the room. When I got to the bar there was a man in a suit talking to a pretty woman about what they were doing in town.
She said she worked for the state of NC, and was in town for some classes, I couldn't gather much about him yet, except that he seemed to be loaded with money, or at least wanted to give that impression to this young lady.
The next thing I know, another man in a suit walks in, and I realize I'm drinking with 2 Republican Tennessee legislators. These guys were a wild bunch, raising hell and of course the bar stayed open an hour late, just for them. They were flirting with the pretty lady and carrying on, having a good time, and who could blame them. Everytime a political topic would come up, you could tell that they had a hard time getting work done in the current state of politics. Their frustrations would only be apparent for a moment though, before they again became progressively more loud and obnoxious to the woman and I.
I was amused, yet somehow shocked and even disturbed by their behavior.

"Where you from?" one asked.
"I'm originally from East Texas, but now I live in Dallas."
"TEXAS? Well that's Bush country! He's doing a great job, Great job."
"Well, I'm not really into politics, too much bickering" blah, blah..
And then another walks in.
"Hey D.H.(not his real name), this boy's from Texas!"
"Texas? Well what you doin here, Texas?"
Damn these guys are loud.

We talked for a while, and I did enjoy it, but usually in these situations, my mind is simply trying to view it as a bizarre movie. I like to have these types of experiences, even when I'm a little annoyed, simply for the sake of writing material. I've always thought I had a couple of good screenplays in me, and since some of the films I like can be disturbing, I sometimes like to fuel my inspiration this way.
But this was getting to be a bit much.

"I can't believe you want to leave Texas, son!"
"It's way too damn hot there."
"Well hell, where else you wanna be?"
"Eh..hemm.." (clearing my throat) "Well, you know. I'm into the arts and music, I've always wanted to live in the city. I think I'd like to live in Brooklyn for a few years."
"NEW YORK?! Well you must be one of those dick suckers!"
(Oh my god, I can't believe these guys are so brazen. And the people here actually voted for them.)
"Heh, not at all.. In fact if I was I'd probably want to stay in Dallas."
"Well, Texas, you're a good ol boy, but I can't figure you out. Why anyone would want to leave Texas is beyond me."
(I hate being called a 'good ol boy', but I had told them I grew up on a farm, so I guess it was warranted)

The news is coming on, and they tell the bartender to turn it up.
"They're roasting us tonight."
I was curious what I'd see about them in the local media, but it turned out to be a hidden camera following a couple of Democrats around, and of course they were slime as well.
I asked if this was indicative of the Democrats in Tennessee.
"Oh, hell yeah! I get along with them until it's time to vote, you know I vote hard right."
(Great, if I hadn't felt so much out of my element here, I probably would have told them that partisanship was one of the reasons I have such a distaste for politics)

So the bar's ready to close, the first man and the woman leave together, we've kept the bartender there for over an hour late.
I had already closed out my tab twice, and had lost count of how many I had had by this point.
The others didn't want to leave, talking about whether their friend was getting any tonight, whether they would have done her, and how much viagra they've been taking.
(seriously)

So D.H. wants a bet.
"Put your dick on the bar, Texas! I bet you I can push this napkin farther than you."
(Oh my god, don't let this 65 year old man whip it out on the bar in front of 3 other guys.)
"Oh, no sir. I'm not a betting man."
"Come on, you're not a pussy are you?" turns to his friend "Texans don't like when you say that!"
This is now too much. "No, that's alright."
"Come on, Texas! You're no fun!"
So we walk up to the lobby, I push the elevator button, barely able to stand.
"Come on, Texas! Let's go see some titties!"
They're getting ready to catch the shuttle to Babes or some such nonsense.
"Hey Texas, if you don't come with us, YOU'RE A PUSSY!" (snickering to his friend)

If I hadn't felt like I may hurl before I even got to my room, I actually may have wanted to observe these assholes for a little longer, but I couldn't imagine being in a strip club with them, (it was horrifying, actually) so I just acted like I was with them, until they turned a corner, and I bolted in an elevator while they weren't looking.

Like the 'pussy' that I am. Coming from these guys, I feel it's a compliment.

Current Mood: hung over
Tuesday, February 4th, 2003
2:57 am
code art
I'm on a mailing list called o-o@konf.lt
When I subscribed to it, I'd seen a few interesting (abstract) ascii art posts to another mailing list I was on, the We_list. (we were one of my favorite drum and bass groups a few years ago, from brooklyn, I believe)
This isn't your typical ascii art, by any other measure than 'modern art' in the form of text, it would probably not even be recognized as being creative:

----- Original Message -----
From: "C-K-H-R-O-M-A-S-C-H-I-N-E-S"
To:
Sent: Wednesday, January 29, 2003 12:43 PM
Subject: CKHROMASCHINEXUALTEKST


i genitalized the c-k-h-r-o-m-a-s-c-h-i-n-e


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-end of forwarded message-

So I subscribed to this list, and WTF?

..

and even more, I enjoy looking at it!
I don't know why, it's not a particularly pleasent read.
Probably for the very reason that it makes me wonder, "what the hell are they doing?"
I enjoy abstract expression, whether music, film, performance, (art), whatever...
But for the life of me, I can't find anything worthy of praise in these posts, other than the fact that I find them interesting for some reason:

=language=is=the=world =language=is=the=world
game game

is not it not is is description is

"ouble' "ouble'
mass units of mass units mass of like
? ? functioning functioning

" diyb--- " diyb---
must disiea be i be must must i
THE OF OF { CENTERED CENTER THE { } { OF OF CENTER WORLD THE CENTER of the
----- Original Message -----



So I decide to look up one of the people who frequently posts this "code art",

... the name johan meskens sounds obscure,


... http://users.tijd.com/~tdn43836/pages/gallery/meskens01.html


Wow, this guy's really good!


So now I feel I'm onto something.. but I don't know what.

I'd thought of unsubscribing before, but decided not to. There's no harm in seeing what they're up to, and it's not like I'm being spammed..
until tonight.


So what's strange is that I've _never_ received spam from the far east before,

http://www.zocle.net/j-spam.html


But...


why this list? are those people really that hip that they want to solicit their products to abstract art (to the Nth degree) fans?


And it's funny, because I feel lucky to have gotten it.


Weird.


Current Mood: thoughtful
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