My Ipod iz DEAD…almost

I was really excited to meet the day’s events with a soundtrack.  I had it all planned. A little Cash, some Modest Mouse, maybe even a little My Bloody Valentine to cap things off. But to my dismay I was never able to make it through.  Actually I had nothing to do with it. In fact, the blame falls on Apple, and what I suspect is their scheme to force you buy new equipment. I swear that their devices have a built in self-detonator to fuck up in two years time.  An Apple product (ipod really) lasting longer than that is Mission Impossible (a funny…cause in that movie things self-destruct).  Recently, as in today and a few days prior, mine has been cramping up.  It will play, and then suddenly (while fully charged) will freeze.  Nothing i do can defrost it. So it just lays there paralyzed until the battery runs out.  It is like seeing a loved one in a coma.  You know the parts are still moving but you cannot get any kind of response.  This is that much more frustrating and frightening because this new computer has 0 tunes on it. Yes it has some new techno bangers, but none of the classics. No modest mouse, no pavement, no elliot smith. Worse, my little i touch also has none of these alternative gems.  If the big Kahuna dies, I will be left musically destitute half way across the world from my hard drive.  I think if that day comes…wait who am I kidding…when that day comes I am going to suffer a minor break down.  The kind of break down one experiences when seeing a pet pass or a grandmother.  This ipod is more than some technological device.  It is medication. It is comfort. It is company. The count down begins. How long, who knows…

For mr. Mac

Bernie Mac Iz deads. I just got a text. In honor here is this snippet from FRIDAY…a great film.

Final Destination

While interviewing at the Graffiti shop, I was asked to move a bench. I did. 20 minutes later a part of the balcony from 2 stories up came crashing to the ground..colliding with exactly the same spot I would have been had I not moved. I cheated death. Final Destination.

Nightmares

A Friend is coming to town, so I won’t be blogging til Sunday when they leave. So here is a bulk of posts.

It is 6 in the morning and I just woke up in a cold sweat. I just had my first nightmare in I cannot remember how long. For the past few months I have been telling a “friend” that I have been craving a nightmare. Craving the rush of adrenaline, craving the excitement that comes from being scared.But after having one. I can only say that I was so so wrong.

Granted, the nightmare I had envisioned involved monsters or killers…think vampires or Texas chainsaw Massacre (the original), while what just happened had neither.  What my nightmare did have was police.

I have always been frightened of the police. Maybe it is cause I am black. Or maybe it is because their authority and license to do as they please scares the crap out of me. My complete fear of them could also have to do with the fact that a chicago police officer tried to hit me when I was skating at the tender age of 15.

I fear getting arrested. I fear going to jail…mostly because I am not built for jail. Jail would be a death sentence for me. But not because of a shanking. Rather cause of the repeated rape and inevitable HIV transmission. Sigh.

Police scare me so much that they make me feel like I am doing something wrong even when I am not…but I guess that is the point. They scare us so much so we monitor our behavior so they don’t have to. Oh self-discipline.

Christ, I really hope that dreams don’t mean anything. Really hope that this was just random neurons firing and not a look into my near future…

Death Notices Via Text Message? Teddy iz totes Ded.

While running today I for some unexplained reason started thinking about death. Specifically how people would be notified should I die.

So none of my friends have my home phone number. And barely any of them know my parents well enough to be included on any kind of email list. Really I think only one of them is in contact with my mom via email

So I am starting to wonder how people would be notified should I die. Like if I were to kick it today, how would my friends find out I was dead? It is not like S would call my house today and my parents would pick up and deliver the bad news. And it is not like my parents would call my friends…cause they don’t have their numbers.

Sure, my parents could scroll through my cell phone address book and call people, but wouldn’t that be weird? Would they call all the random biddies? What if my cell phone was no where to be found?  Then what.

I wonder who would be the first to find out. How would they find out?

Wouldn’t it be weird if your cell phone some how new you were dead and sent out a mass text to people?  My school does-erg did (i am still not feeling like a graduate)- this when there was a snow storm. What would the text say? could I customize it?  What if it was a mass voicemail I had pre-recorded?  It would be like hearing a ghost speak. Like seeing heath ledger play in Batman posthumously. Weird.
Other questions…Who would shut down my facebook account?
Who would shut down the blog?
Do I need to specify this in my will?
When do you write a will?
Shit.

Time to watch the OC on the Soap channel.