Friends, Activity Partners

Sep 2003

ribe/crowntown, cali

Thunderwood Institute of Scientific Hospitality (RIP)

http://profiles.friendster.com/zekeith

The Evergreen State College, Pasadena City College, Riverside Community College, College of the Redwoods, Arcata High, California State Summer School for the Arts, Corona High, Grace Lutheran, Terrace Elementary, Hall St. M.I.C.E.

Evergreen State College, Attended 2001 - 2005, Class of 2005, Other, fake ex-swandiving

Maeanna's top model

Bootch, Cinco por Vida, Olymipa RPS Society, K Posse, Olympia Theater Project, Sisyfist, Zum Zum Bros., Font Nerd Pride, Take Yr Meme and Shove It, StacheFad '05, TISH

"8, 9, drive", nuxed ub ab, men's exotic swimwear, T + H, convincing you that you look sexy in a bike helmet, the unfortunate semiotic irony of formality, the passive-aggressive voice, downplaying it, avions, gender confusion/ambiguity/obfuscation, and let's call it "experimental heterosexuality" after Marrero, shall we?

those what tell by showing

tout va bien

I don't understand the question: Do you mean what's played on the radio? Do you mean that which is arranged intentionally and performed and recorded so as to demonstrate alternative structures; perhaps socio-political ones? Do you mean whatever I, when calling myself audience, decide is pleasurable to experience aurally in and around my reality?

space soaps, gunthernet.com

Leo

"I prefer the term 'performer' over 'actor', thanks for asking."


I often ask myself why I am so willing to put so much work into the structural complexities of my relationships with other humans (which could still be given more attention) yet don't the same for my 'creative' 'work'.


One of my greatest fears is that those i care about the most will not ever fully know how much they mean to me. In recent years this has been exacerbated by my refusal to use the word 'love' to describe my feelings for other humans. This however does not reflect a sense that i have a smaller capacity for feeling certain things.

thnx.


"hugs + kisses, xxx zero zero zero...
and, oh yeah, p.s. - i, i feel, feel like, i am, in a burning building, and i gotta go..."

wendy carlos.
amy e. white, who was my rad, ridiculously overqualified and absurdly hilarious boss for two glorious seconds when i worked @ jamba juice in pasadena.
folks who watch their language and curse.
the gentle pushers, the necessary reminderers, the shit-callers, the investigative collaborators, you in yr hot-hot 30's.