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BoyDivided

I hate the light of monotonous stars

About Me

I am beautiful and sad like a Palace song. I tried to go back to Rockville, but I got lost. I have an affinity for authenticity of all kinds and it gets me into trouble, often. A desire to camp in the desert during August would be a fantastic example. I like the langour of hangovers, the inevitable unpleasant ending to an exhilarating ride...like the feeling you get entering a turn on a mountain road way too fast. I can be shockingly lazy and frighteningly brilliant simultaneously...it remains to be seen whether I can untether this simultaneity.Oh yeah... and I like red roses (actually...I prefer tulips and white daisies over all things), strappy high heels (actually...I like vintage adidas on girls), fluffy puppies (actually this is kind of true, but substitute feral for fluffy), and sunsets on the beach. And wine. Well really champagne drunk straight from the bottle.Oh yeah...and I have a newfound obession with snappy cowboy shirts.Oh yeah...and i have a glint in my eye.That's enough for now. I warned y'all about the lazy part, right?

My Interests

Interests...hmmm. I suppose I have a few, although they all seem to escape me at present. All should be concerned about Central African civil conflict, I'm ridiculously passionate about that, yup, and on the other hand I really love Law and Order and Blind Date. Then there's Hilbert's 8th problem, whether the market admits a representative agent, and quietly, if I can slowly and temporarily fall asleep...

I'd like to meet:

SO, I REMAINED ALONE
So, I remained alone,
Counting the empty days.
O, my free companions,
My swans!

And I'll not summon you with a song,
Not bring you back with tears,
But in the sad hour of dusk,
Remember you in my prayers.

Struck by the deadly arrow,
One of you has fallen,
And another, kissing me,
Has become a black raven.

But it happens, once a year
When the ice is melting,
I stand by the clear waters
In the Catherine Gardens.

And I hear the splashing of great wings
Over the blue surface of the lake.
I do not know who has opened the window
In the prison of the grave.

Anna Akhmatova
A poem of some great history...

Music:

Husker Du, Sugar, Son Volt, Lucero, Joy Division, Pogues, Sinead O'Connor, Lori McKenna, Iris Dement, K's Choice...wait did I get distracted in the "girl singer" area. Fuck, I could get lost there and never leave. And be happy. Back to the program...Material Issue, Hum, Waxing Poetics, Antic Hay, Palace Music, Robbie Fulks, Dave Alvin, Slobberbone, Social Distortion, early REM, and naturally, X.

Books:

Everything by Raymond Chandler, Jim Thompson, Kafka, Dostoevsky, Mayakovsky, Lewis Carroll, John O'Brien, David Goodis, Nelson Algren, and Flannery O'Connor. Highlights? Oh, not the magazine. Just: The Long Goodbye (Chandler), The Blue Octavo Notebooks (Kafka), Stripper Lessons (O'Brien), Pop. 1280 (Thompson), I, the Jury (Spillane), We (Zamyatin), Alice (Carroll), and Never Come Morning (Algren).Good reading for a sunny morning.Just finished Hey Nostradomus, by Coupland. Like it kinda much.

My Blog

Wishes

Welcome to generational dislocation. If I cared enough, that would be the insipid title of this little missive, but mostly, I'm sitting, smiling at the disjunction of the moment. To let all of you (...
Posted by BoyDivided on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 02:41:00 PST

LiveBlogging My Friday

So, here to capitalize on that latest craze, live blogging, is me.  Ok, so I was feeling bored and ironic.  Of course, by live blogging, I mean that I'm going to jot down a thought here and ...
Posted by BoyDivided on Sat, 26 May 2007 08:35:00 PST

A day and a start

This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail That house there is haunted That door's a portal to hell This street holds its sec...
Posted by BoyDivided on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 04:38:00 PST

Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse

There are some nights when you relish the solitude. Crave it, seek out an anonymous bar with surly bartenders, and cold beer, and an implicit neon sign that flashes disappear here. There comes a ti...
Posted by BoyDivided on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 01:43:00 PST

The sun highlights the lack in each

The screen on your cell phone shattered this weekend...you can't really recall how, but there was nothing there when you woke up on Saturday. Just a brilliant crack, opacity and backlit blankness. ...
Posted by BoyDivided on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 01:13:00 PST

And there's a moment that I forgot, it startled me

So a really long time ago, I worked for a summer in Washington DC.  It was really fun, you know, cool preppy style, naturally, and there were moments and happy hours that would have slid quite ni...
Posted by BoyDivided on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 01:57:00 PST

Revelation on a very very small scale

So tonight I feel almost as if I grew up, which is relatively surprising, since I'm about a billion years older than all of my friends.  Suddenly and startlingly, an insidious thought kept occuri...
Posted by BoyDivided on Sat, 22 Oct 2005 01:16:00 PST

Rockville

So you have the most random things on your hard drive. They show up when you clean it. One thing is clear though, although so much remains hidden: it is a terrible idea to mix large amounts of beer,...
Posted by BoyDivided on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 01:10:00 PST

emptiness and the echo

You have not heard lonely until you've heard the sound of bootheels on an empty hardwood floor. They resonate, and echo back unrequited emptiness. A shattering indictment of earlier choices, strateg...
Posted by BoyDivided on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Step three...cover me in dirty sheets

So it's the last installment of the story...and unsurprisingly enough, it doesn't really end with a bang, more like a whimper. That's me all over, just like the quote in Miller's Crossing, a lie and ...
Posted by BoyDivided on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST