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	2005.06.18  02.49 Just Trust Us. Please. Livejournal is so passe. Blogspot is way hot! It's part of the Google Collective! When Google takes over the world, things like regularly posting in a blogspot blog will be points in your favour. In graham's latest blog, he mostly just reviews things on a one to ten scale. Unless I get bored of the one to ten scale. We'll see.

	2005.05.05  20.11 The Streets: Mike Skinner is a pasty white Briton. And he raps. A white British rapper. He made a concept album about being white and British. I'm not misguided in thinking this sounds like a bad idea, right from the start. But for whatever reason it's not nearly as awful as I imagined. Whatever. I'm not here to talk about The Streets. The point is that there's this song called "The Irony of it All". I really like it. It's a bit heavy handed with it's point, but that it's trying to make a point at all impresses me. You don't care. I've disapointed you.

	2005.04.17  16.55 I am a strong advocate of performing cruel and unusual experiments on young children. Not for the sake of science, or even for the sake of cruelty, but rather, for the sake of itself. For an instance, imagine if you will, a child whose senses are all numbed or severed before their first thought, the first electrical impulse in their brain. I'll have to ask Dr. Science for the specifics, I don't know when the first detectable brain activity begins, or even if the technology to do this exists yet but I'm imagining a scenario sort of like this: Step one: combine egg and sperm into spermy egg. I don't care if we do this in a girl or in a test tube, the specifics don't matter yet. Step two: before its first thoughts we essentially take this almost-baby and totally just mess with it. We blind it, we deafen it, we sever all its nerve endings, cut out its sense of taste and smell; entirely wipe out all five senses. Step three: do whatever you have to do to a fetus thing to make it into a baby. Step four: stand back and bask in the glory of our accomplishment. Why is this an awesome thing to do? Because we have just created a baby with no connection to the rest of the world at all! Ancient philosophers used to give themselves ulcers worrying about things like how they could trust their senses, whether or not the "real world" was anything more than a dream. This child has no such worries as it does not know, and will never know, that any "real world" even exists. All it can ever even imagine existing is its own mind. It has absolute control over absolutely everything. Why should this be interesting to anyone else? Because the state this child exists in the exact same way an omnipotent monotheistic God would exist. Oblivious of anything not contained within itself.

	2005.04.14  15.45 trucker hats and argyle sweaters. The opposite of irony is sincerity. The opposite of sincerity is insincerity. I just realized that. It seems like something important to remember.

	2005.04.10  04.16 It's not murder unless it stops bleeding. How would having an evil twin affect your own self-perception? I mean, an evil twin would essentially be the same as you in a lot of ways, just eviller. So in everything they did you'd be very aware of how what they were doing was similar to something you might do, but also how it was different. On the one hand, if you had an evil twin you would intrinsically know that you were, essentially, good, otherwise you'd be the evil twin and they'd be the good one. But at the same time, wouldn't their evil acts make you all the more aware of the smaller subtler evil you yourself were constantly committing? Everytime they did something wrong would it just make you realize that you did the same thing on a smaller, less evil scale? What if you had a crappy day and were thinking all kinds of horrible thoughts about all the horrible things you wanted to do to horrible people, and you get home only to hear that while you were brooding and thinking bad thoughts your evil twin had been living your fantasies out on the horrible people in their life, rather than just fantasizing about it. Are they really that much eviller or do they just have a smidge less self control. Maybe they're mentally stabler than you are, more comfortable with their own feelings in contrast with how society says they should think and act. What if neither of you was actually evil, you just had radically opposing views of the world? I'm thinking of something like: your evil twin is an abortion doctor, and you are a crazy religious right wing partisan who kills abortion doctors. Your evil twin would be like "It's not murder, they're not people yet" and you'd be all like "It's not murder, it's justice, they're murderers". Both of you would be fucking aglow with righteousness. Music: The Magnetic Fields - I Wish I Had An Evil Twin

	2005.04.02  14.20 I can actually feel myself get stupider when I've breathed in too much spray paint. It's not like getting stoned, it's just getting plain stupid. I think my favourite guitar chord is Bsus4. 7998

	2005.04.01  02.39 Hamilton. Hamilton is a good person. Possibly the only good person left, nowadays. It's hard to say for certain though. He's certainly one of the goodest.

	2005.03.30  03.03 I'm talking to this flower

	2005.03.13  15.12 One day in the late nineties I was watching YTV afterschool. Some pop star was being interviewed on The Zone, I can't remember which one, one of the slightly lesser known ones, Mandy Moore or Jessica Simpson or something like that. The host, probably Phil was asking her what made her special or diffferent; what made her stand apart from other pop-stars like Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera. She explained that she felt Christina and Britney probably had better dance skills than her, but she was confident that she had superior singing skills. The other day I was talking to a kid about sleep and he explained that he viewed sleep as a depletable bar which needs to be kept up in order to avoid being tired, ala The Sims. Thankfully I don't do that, but it occurs to me that I do consider things like "dance skills" and "singing skills" as bars which are longer or shorter depending on how adept someone is at something.

	2005.02.27  02.21 Eskimo Kisses. Normally I must be very familiar with a song to be even remotely interested in hearing it live. The Pixies for an example, have reached the point with me where I might find myself listening to a live version of Debaser simply because the bass is louder and Kim Deal sings it differently than on the album. If I wasn't so ridiculously familiar with the original recording these variations would be of no interest to me.

	2005.02.24  15.16 Why do pirates like rum so much?

	2005.02.06  03.49 Jumps over a fucking car Have you seen Ong-Bak? Probably not. It's some thai martial arts flick. It's also fucking amazing. With a capital awesome. I forgot how awesome martial arts stunts can be without wires, or special effects of any kind, or a budget that could feed a family of four for a month. Anyway. Do you know what one of the most horrible things in the entire world is? People arguing over which martial arts star, or worse yet, which fighting style would win in a fight in the real world. If you feel compelled to argue over whether Bruce Lee or Jet Li or Jackie Chan or Jesus Christ would win in a fight: just stop.

	2005.01.30  20.31 Pencil Man ( I wrote a children's story for writing class. i even wrote in what some of the pictures should be. checkit out. )

	2005.01.29  12.25 got bird trouble Man, the last week or so of Achewood has been particularly awesome. Achewood's usually pretty hit or miss, but this past week has been nothing but hit. I heartily approve. There's this band called The Prisonaires. I think they played and recorded in the fifties, or there abouts. Anyway, they sounded sort of like the Ink Spots, but what was cool about them is that The Prisonaires were prisoners in the Tennesse State Penitentiary. Three of the quintet were incarcerated for murder. John Drue was only serving three years for larceny, but so the band didn't last very long, but they did manage to record an album. I've heard a couple of Graham Coxon's solo songs and I sincerely believe they are better than Think Tank. It is entirely possible that Coxon is singlehandedly the best part of Blur. To be perfectly honest, it's possible that I only like him because we have the same first name.

	2005.01.16  21.03 page twofiveseven "Why do I do anything?" she says. "I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream." When you can convince yourself of anything just by thinking about it enough, how do you know what the truth is?

	2005.01.16  13.26 la pour ca I'm totally a sucker for songs which are sung in french. I don't know what the deal is. Curiously, it actually makes me want to learn french less because I'm worried that if i can tell what they're saying it will detract from the mysterious allure.

	2005.01.03  22.24 chipped nail polish and broken hearts what the hell

	2005.01.02  22.15 not if you were the last dandy on earth Brian Jonestown Massacre. They're this band. Actually a pretty interesting band, with a crazy history and stuff, but I'm not going to get into that. What I am going to get into is their website. I'm pretty sure it has everything they've ever recorded up in mp3s. So I've only heard a few BJM songs and figured this is an excellent opportunity to become better aquainted with them, except really, where do I start? There is seriously a lot of mp3s here. And I know for a fact they're not all musical gold.

	2004.12.31  02.26 From the notes of Paul Revere Today I met with Sister Henry again. She says I'm making real progress. I said "Sweet! Sister Henry! High five!" and then I grabbed her hand and bit it. I want to be a mariachi when I grow up. Actually, I just want to be Mexican. Actually, I just want to grow one of those little mexican mustaches. Actually, I just want facial hair. I wonder if a polar bear could beat a grizzly bear in a fight? I'll write a letter to Dr. Science and ask him.

	2004.12.28  16.28 Awesome What the cal. So I got this book for christmas. And it's awesome. Also, it's about punctuation. I feel like a loser just writing that. It's called Eats, Shoots and Leaves. Anyway, did I mention it's awesome? "A cat has claws at the end of its paws. A comma's a pause at the end of a clause."

	2004.12.28  01.15 I meant to call you A guy walks into a bar. He says, "Bartender! A drink for myself and my friend!" Bartender says, "Man, I don't think you're fooling anyone except for yourself." So the guy refutes, "I'm don't think I'm even fooling myself anymore." And then he can't stop crying.

	2004.12.26  01.21 how to disorient and influence simple tripedal mammals and other woodland creatures. Years ago I was frequently bored. Those days sucked. But then, one day I said, "Graham," I said, "Graham, what you need, what you need is to constantly think of ideas. That way when you're bored you can just start turning your ideas into actions and starting making and doing things!" Voila, it worked perfectly and I stopped being bored. But then! Disaster struck! I was so busy analyzing my thoughts and surroundings, and churning out ideas, that I stopped being bored! And so never get a chance to use all these ideas to do and make things. Thus: inaction on graham's part! Oh no!

	2004.12.25  20.56 My Home In The Moon Ghetto My thoughts and memories are very fleeting. They depend entirely on associations. In this way random useless things become very important. Something like a pair of dice can spark memories of most critical importance to my mental well being. Lets say I discover the meaning of life one day while playing solitaire (solitaire is an amazing game). And then a few days later I have forgotten it, and have in fact forgotten I ever knew it. It may well be a very important thing to know! Fortunately, the next time I see a pack of cards they'll probably remind me. Thank goodness! I need mental associations so much!

	2004.12.12  11.55 Raindrops Falling To Their Deaths I was watching some lame awards show. It was lame. Evanescence was performing My Immortal. Except it wasn't Evanescence at all. It was just Amy Lee with a piano and and orchestral strings section. It was pretty good actually. So anyway, they're playing away, all sounding good. And then suddenly! Without warning! The rest of Evanescence comes out. Ugly losers with electric guitars. And they start playing. It's a pretty bad scene. As soon as the guitars and drums kick in Amy Lee actually started singing flat. It goes from this nice melodic three part piece consisting of strings piano and vocals to a horrible mess of distortion and crap. Normally I don't like Amy Lee. I remember her talking about the horrific ways she wants to kill Britney Spears and other manufactured blonde pop stars. I thought it was a pretty retardulated thing to say because when you get down to it there's nothing she does that makes her much better than they are. She just appeals to a different demographic. But whatever. I definitely don't like the rest of Evanescence.

	2004.12.12  00.22 Genreizing v. genreize. To force a genre (often sub-genre) upon something. What the hell is wrong with everyone. Musical genres are not retarded. It's nice to be able to specify and distinguish between, say, rock and jazz, classical and blues. Things like that. But when the rock genre starts breaking down into sub and sub-sub-sub-genres, there's something wrong. Like postpunk rockabilly deathcore. I'm sure there is one band in the world who describes themselves as that genre. Rock is particularly plagued with this problem, because everyone who listens to it is stupid and thus end up being particularly vague about what it means to be a genre. But I'm sure you've noticed this for yourself and I don't need to go on about it. The whole point of this is that I opened up iTunes. And looked at all my songs by Brand New. And the various songs were categorized under no less than six different genres. There was just plain Rock. And then Alternative Rock. Also, Punk Rock and Emo. And General Alternative. And Blues. What the frick. Just call them Rock and get over yourselves.