Unfavorable Topography: 06/01/2003 - 07/01/2003

Friday, June 27, 2003

Oh man, Crispin Glover is on Jimmy Kim-mel Live right now sitting next to co-host-of-the-week David Cross. Sauce: pleasure overload, pleasure overload. Not only is he promoting his role in Charlie's Angel: Full Throttle, but also discussing his film that he's predominantly cast with actors with downs syndrome.

Up to Syracuse this Sunday for a quick visit to see the place. It finally felt like summer this week and I don't mind the heat.
Rec's as of late: Moonlight Mile, The Mars Volta's de-loused the comatorium, and Chuck Palahniuk's Choke. Because let's not forget, what really matters is what you like, not what you are like.

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

For those of you who have atypical names, type in your last name for a Google search and see what fantastic possibilities await you. Even if you have a typical English name like Smith or Taylor, check it out, you just might see some relatives with web pages or a long lost cousin that goes to school in France. Take me for example: My last name is Sauchak, which seems to be pretty original from what I gather with telemarketers never being able to pronounce it right. I just typed it in for a Google search and received seven different pages full of Sauchaks. I found a newspaper article from 1999 in the Detroit Free Press quoting my mother about the importance of teaching women's history in elementary schools! Who knew? I definitely don't remember that, I didn't think my mom was a great women's rights activist, well, she probably isn't, she just was asked what she thought and she told the reporters what she felt. Simple as apple pie (all natural)! Also, there is a Dr. (yea, that's right, doctor, MD, stands for motherf###ing doctor) John Sauchak from right here in my home state of Michigan. He's from farther north though, just up I-96 a little to the Lansing area. In fact he went to MSU's med school and is a highly respectable alum and orthopedic surgeon. WOW!!! I never knew. He must be related to me somehow, my grandpa had brothers and sisters that I never met or haven't seen in quite a long time. So...the means is there. BUT, check this out Jeepers Creepers, it appears that there are also Sauchaks in the Cleveland, OH area since I came across a principal in a Cleveland elementary school and a sorority girl at some small Ohio college who is probably her daughter. Oh, those Cuyahoga County crazies!!!! Moving on, I found a married couple from Hanover, PA who now live in Wilkes-Barre where the husband works for the city or something and the wife owns some small basket/plant shop. Whoa-ho-ho, this is getting CRAZY-Y-Y-Y! Last but not least, a couple in Naples, FL who are realtors or something of the sort. Man oh man, I am actually having fun with this. Of course, I noticed I got a few nods on there too, with the help of the blog and Syracuse University. Thanks guys, you're great! Okay everyone, try it out and now that I have some time, perhaps I'll search for cousins now! Join the club!

Monday, June 23, 2003

my car got hit by a tree...

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

I just remembered something from my childhood...

I remember hiding in my room or in my house--somewhere, from everyone. Except my mother was not home and none of my friends were around. I was not scared. I just wanted to hide.

Ha, what a joke!

Saturday, June 14, 2003

Holy cats I am tired. All I ever feel like I do anymore is drive and stand and drive back home. I'm not complaining though, because considering that I have so few expenses right now it will be good to stock up the cheddar in a shoebox under my bed for a couple months so when I do have mad bills to pay later on it will be there.

The James Family stuff was just pouring out as soon as I got home from the last two Janet Drive shows, but I'm sad to say nothing new has been laid down this past week.

No short fiction tonight, just a sparse update from yours truly. I hope everyone's doing well and the two roommates already in 965 are hanging in there without the luxury of the rest of our company.

Friday, June 13, 2003

I am glad in that last account that I did not make sky plural. It does not deserve to be made plural. There is only one. The sky does not have layers. The earth has layers, but what we see when we look up is a sky. It might have several facets to it, like in different parts of the world the weather patterns are different and always shifting, lest we should possibly consider it many different skies. NO! It is not. It is one sky with a lot of shit happening in it at once. Do not argue with me! It will only end in death.
So he takes a stroll down the road. Its raining, yet, he cannot feel it. His hair must be blocking the wet feeling from reaching his skin, which seems to have a constant dampness from the moisture in the air. He walks uphill looking sideways across the street where an old man in an old beat up truck, probably named Schmidt, just got pulled over by a flashy policeman in all black and sunglasses, but he takes off the sunglasses, for obvious reasons pelting him from the cloudy, dark sky above, and he puts his hand on the crease where the old man just rolled down his window. He leaves his hand there while he questions the old man about some law he apparently took part in breaking. The old man's eyes stare into the policeman's. Crossing the street he slows down as he watches the old man and the badge converse and all he can do is stare at the policeman's hand which still resides on the truck's door.

The scene shifts and gets taken over by my brain. Steam rises from the rain as it hits the newly placed blacktop on the sidewalk. He crosses the street wary of any vehicles that might not have caught his eye do not drive past him and do not drive through him--there are none, thank the lord. The old man looks nervously at the policeman's eyes and shifts to his hand still resting on the door. The old man thinks if he had not rolled down the window then the policeman would not have been able to put his hand there, but he had to roll down the window so he could talk to the policeman. The old man is kind and courteous and probably does not deserve whatever ticket he might receive for an infraction that possibly could have been avoided if there were any more automobiles on the road and not just his and the police car. The old man thinks about rolling up the window just a tad so the policeman's hand might get a little touch of the window and might disrupt the thought process in his brain, all in good humor though, a mistake, an accident, a slip of the finger--the policeman might or might not think so, but he is irrelevant.

He continues to cross the street as the scene unfolds, but he leaves. He has crossed the street. He does not look back.

So what happens next? A passing thought.

Saturday, June 07, 2003

Pat got a new guitar!!!! yay!!!! she's perty. here is a link to my new guitar... [guitar]
ooooooooooooooh. anyway, everything is good here. Te internship is going pretty well, i'm learning a lot about bats and sonar right now, its pretty interesting. Well, since i don't ahve anytthing profound to say i will leave you. look at my guitar
Pat
and so is life i tell myself time and time again, as i sit there, frosty rolling rock carressing my hand, caressing my soul. The sounds of 8th grade anger pounding in my head- Strung Out putting out a new album- am i supposed to care about this, and i supposed to care about what these people have to say- Where am i - another back yard another jersey town- any would do theyre all the same- card games old music old thoughs new punchlines- vulgarity to the extremity this is home- a slow molestation of youth- what do i want i ask, is this not good enough? and the truth is i dont know- i dont know any better? i am starting to think ive grown old and with every exhale and sip it take i get stupider- this isnt me im a happy person- i miss me, i miss childhood and for what its worth i refuse to grow up- Fucking toys r us kid to the death- but then what do i lack- what does the world lack - i believe its inspiration- i dont know what i believe. sometimes i rather watch leaves fall to the ground and watch the futile struggle of a caterpiller climbing a tree- chances are youre not gonna live till tomorrow little friend why bother expending all that energy just to lose at the greatest game of all, life. but the rain is a beautiful thing and the ocean is even greater and they give me hope- but hope for what. sometimes i dont know where im headed i have no words of wisdom for any of you- advice is all i can give- attempt to be happy. be a good person. if you cant make yourself happy try your best to give others what you so desperatly seek.
good night
godspeed

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

"You are in a crowd Bill, and someone always knows something that you never will, and you always know something that they will never understand, and so is life."
- CB 3.13.01

I don't know why this just struck me as particularly important tonight when I was reminiscing and reading old things. It just did. And maybe it's because I'm bored and basically climbing up the walls here but it's a heavy thing to say and it just blew my mind; she couldn't have captured what I was feeling in any better combination of letters, words, or facial expressions. That's really all there is to this one. I'll resume discussion of present-day endeavors at a later time.

Monday, June 02, 2003

Oh Blog, baby I didn't mean it! (Gently caressing your electronic head)

Something came over me Blogbaby I swear, it wasn't your fault. It was the computer's, he told me lies, I swear. Don't be mad. Please Blogger, I will make it up to you I swear.