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Ian Bowman Bitchtooth

What's the point here, anyway?

About Me

Only the gods know how and why you've stumbled upon this page. That being said... I am Ian Bowman Bitchtooth (or Ian-Hole, whichever you fancy) and admittedly, there's not much about myself that one should want to know. I'm just some young, punk-ass, broke-ass, unemployed college student who struggles to make sense of this world while maintaining a tenuous grip on sanity. I used to live in a house called The Zombie House in Chico with four or five others where they host shows a few times a month. Originally hailing from the beacon of complacency and ignorance known as Redding, I lived in Chico for a hair shy of three years before being forced to return by a heinous landlord who shall remain nameless (though my Chico friends could probably tell you who it is). I'm burnt out on the punk scene for the most part, but still manage to get out to a show whenever I have the money and the inclination. I keep myself sane by going to class, writing, listening to music, and just being a nerd. I'm probably the most self-conscious person you'll ever meet.

Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests
and ride our bikes to the next G7 picnic?
It seems easier with every clock tick.
But whose will would that represent?
Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file's?
Or better yet: the Government's?
But I don't want to catalyze
or synthesize the second Final Solution.
I don't want to be the
Steve Smith of the Revolution.
Do you see the analogy?
We're the Oilers.
The World Bank- the Flames!
And just 2 minutes remain in
the 7th game of the best of 7 series!
Yeah, Jesus saves! Gretzky scores!
The workers slave.
The rich get more.
One wrong move and we risk the cup.
So play The Man, not the puck.
Why don't we plant a mechanic virus and
erase the memory of the machines
that maintain this capitalist dynasty?
And yes, I recognize the irony that
the very system I oppose affords me the luxury
of biting the hand that feeds.
But that's exactly why priviledged
fucks like me should feel obliged to whine
and kick and scream
until everyone has everything they need.

-- Propagandhi, "Resisting Tyrannical Government"


Nor-Cal Anarchy .. Webzine!

My Interests

School. Writing . Being a nerd.

I'd like to meet:

People I know. People who will call me on my shit. I promise to do the same for you.

...and no, I will NOT add your shitty band, so don't fucking ask. (If I like you, I'll add you.)

Music:

Check my Last.fm page to get an idea.

Movies:

Mostly horror films, documentaries, and film noir.

Television:

...is a waste of time. But I'm a big waster of time, thus meaning I've been known to indulge it on the sneak.

Books:

A People's History Of the United States, Catch-22, Ulysses, A Portrait Of the Artist As A Young Man, 1984, American Hardcore, Johnny Got His Gun, We Got the Neutron Bomb, Heavier than Heaven, Victims of Progress, Dance Of Days, American Theocracy

Heroes:

Heroes are nonexistent.

My Blog

Makeshift Patriot (song for the day)

I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all.You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired,and you're waving the damn flag."Frank, what's that man?""I'm just watching some bulls...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 05:36:00 PST

From her lips to God's ears...

Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.Constant war for constant soldiers.What are we gonna do now?De-escalation, through military force.Increase the pressure, oh, CondoleezaW...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 08:18:00 PST

Something to Contemplate: The Two-edged sword of power

The Two-Edged Sword of Powerby Craig Russell You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.  ~ Leonard Cohen In the spring of 1903, most people in upstate New York woke up i...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 05:16:00 PST

How does it feel to be the father of 2000 dead, Mr. Bush?!

(This is a song done originally by a band called Crass, released during the middle of the Falklands War in 1982. The song, sung originally about Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, can be very easily ap...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Wed, 26 Oct 2005 05:16:00 PST

an update... of sorts

Ah, since it's been a couple of months since I last wrote one of these things, I figure I'd give anyone who cares a bit of an update as to the various inanities of life right now... The second half...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

the typical MySpace whore's thoughts on his stupid life at this point

Fuck, what can I say about these past couple of months? Are things getting better, worse, or is it all just in my head? I've done a lot of reflection since the last time I left Redding, and every time...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

another waste of your time

okay, so I leave again in a couple of days... looking forward to it this time, actually; everytime I come up here I always realize just why I wanted to get the fuck out of here in the first place... i...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

untitled (latest piss-poor attempt at decent writing)

He steps out into his world; stumbles and fallsAs much as he would like to believe otherwise he hasalready resigned to his fateIn spite of it all, he searches his past for meaning, looking for somethi...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

so it goes

Ah, what can I say? This week hasn't been all that bad, just fucking boring. Been sick as a fucking dog all week, stuck inside all week, and haven't really been in touch with any of my friends... meh....
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

It's over...

...and I must say, it's about fuckin' time. *sigh of relief...* It sucks that I wasn't able to do anything different this New Year's Eve (I would've spent it with one of my friends but he forgot to ca...
Posted by Ian Bowman Bitchtooth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST