This is the game that moves as you play.

on again, off again . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Sat, 09 Jun 2007 06:54:33 GMT

here i am. savannah, ga. been in town a week now and things are moving along.

the move itself was pleasantly uneventful. drove a monster uhaul towing my truck behind (the only trucks available were about twice the size i needed, but they had to give me one for the same price). slept in a wal-mart parking lot somewhere in virginia en route the first night. arrived and unpacked with the help of my dad. the apartment is perfect. got a full time job at the local bicycle shop within the first 24 hours of being here.

now. savannah. it's a drinking town. lots of good friendly people. lots of beautiful girls. lots of drinking. staying up later than i should. skirting the edge of serious trouble when leaving bars. etc. etc.

enjoy it while i can i guess, cause school is going to kick my ass.

went and saw the new pirates of the caribbean tonite. amazing. when i left the theater i was real turned around as to where i even was. felt like memphis humidity. but not memphis. still waking up thinking i'm in providence. realizing that i am back on my own completely for the first time since leaving mississippi. not exactly sure how i feel about that yet. but i've been here before i guess.

things we lost in the fire

mcole21@hotmail.com — Tue, 29 May 2007 17:06:56 GMT

uhaul's packed. 1000 miles to go. leaving in the morning. goodbye providence. hello savannah. here i go again. on my own. yeah, i know . . . i should quit while i'm ahead.

i'm getting good at the leaving. might never come back from this one. but that's a lie. for the most part.

new england

mcole21@hotmail.com — Sat, 19 May 2007 01:50:57 GMT

it's 41 degrees outside and pouring rain. i have the heat on. it's almost june. not into this. boo hiss.

bury me up in sunny providence, ri

mcole21@hotmail.com — Fri, 18 May 2007 00:25:42 GMT

and after all the bitching and moaning, i actually got accepted into the two-year mfa program at risd. took a couple of interviews and a good deal of shit-talking, but they actually accepted me.

but, as it goes, in two weeks time i will literally be driving into savannah, ga. starting the mfa program at scad this fall. gonna hole up in a little apartment for the summer. work a couple of part time jobs (hopefully). hide out. read books. stay out of trouble (maybe). get in the mind frame for the mind-numbing debt that awaits me after two years of grad school.

so it goes.

and providence, ri. soon enough, it'll be like i was never here. never there. never anywhere. i'm a ghost.

adieu. adieu.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 01:35:25 GMT

i don't know what i'm doing. i have no clue why i'm here.

1300 miles or so . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 05:19:09 GMT

and i'm here. providence that is. the van is emptied. no misshaps of any substance. had my job interview this morning and now have a job. snap. crackle. pop. just like that. i have a couple of weeks to get settled in before i have to start. that's a plus.

initial reactions:

a) it's fucking hot as hell. and no air conditioning. i feel bamboozeled. hot ass summers AND freezing winters. this is cruel.

b) i forgot wat it's like living in a town full of young college students. and this is indeed a college town. there are like six universities here. which means that there are tons of drunk college students always talking to you at bars. especially if you're with a coupla girls. then the guys try to be cool with you. kinda. i feel old.

c) you can bike across this town with the speed of a ninja. everyone rides bikes, so drivers actually get out of the way. it takes less than twenty minutes to get to my office.

d) there is a corner market less than a block away. and it's dope. they even have cirtasolve.

more as it happens.

adieu

mcole21@hotmail.com — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 15:52:01 GMT

ah. livejournal. it's been a minute huh?

maybe i'll actually start writing/whining in this more now that i'll be a stranger in a new town again.

so. bye bye memphis. hello providence. i honestly can't even tell if i'm excited about doing this anymore. don't know why i'm doing this anymore. but change is good, eh? give it a shot. so saturday morning i jump in the uhaul and drive outta here with my roommate and her strange animals in tow. it's been almost four years since i moved here. the past three have gone by so fast that they blend into one basically. whatever.

so. um. what next?

bike co-op, saturday, sept. 10, 12-3p.m.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Thu, 08 Sep 2005 03:53:15 GMT

This is short notice, but this is a multi-phased project that must get started asap.

Phase 1:

Revolutions Community Bicycle Shop will host a Bicycle Check-Up Clinic this Saturday afternoon from 12 until 3 p.m. We are encouraging Memphians to bring their bikes in for a basic safety check and tune-up. This will enable commuters to make short trips around the city by bike amidst sky high gas prices.

This Clinic also offers a time for displaced residents in need of reliable transportation to pick out a bicycle.

At this time, we are enocouraging as many people as possible to donate bikes--their is a serious need for reliable transportation, especially amongst displaced college students.

Phase 2:

We are gearing up to make a serious bike drive for dispalced NOLA residents who have ended up in the Memphis area without reliable/affordable transporation. Granted, a bike can't get you from Germantown to Midtown (at least not comfortably), but this at least will help people out transporation-wise on smaller, community levels.

And that's what the bike co-op is there for: community.

So, with that said, we would seriously appreciate any donations of unused bikes, bike parts and/or your time in working with us.

SPREAD THE WORD!

Revolutions maintains regular shop hours every Sunday afternoon from 2-5 p.m.

Revolutions Community Bicycle Shop
First Congregational Church
Back parking lot off of Blythe street
1000 S. Cooper
Memphis, TN 38104
(901)949-1201
anthony@riseup.net

any questions can be directed to anthony (contact above) or me via my(cry)space or my cell: 901.830.6046.

Thank You

brace yourselves . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Fri, 01 Jul 2005 20:25:28 GMT

http://nytimes.com/2005/07/01/politics/01cnd-court.html?hp&ex=1120276800&en=b8f0f8864d8f88c2&ei=5094&partner=homepage

shit's about to get really, really weird.

a blanket and pocket change . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Tue, 31 May 2005 21:20:59 GMT

jesus. i shouldn't look around on the internet too much. i just felt my stomach drop several times . . . like i'm ridin' the zippin pippin or something.

back from atl. the interview went fine. but i can't do it. i don't think. running from one job i don't like into another job i may like even less seems less than smart. a fall out of the desperation tree. hitting all the branches. etc.

the visit itself was nice. i slept a lot. on riley's couch. with a cat named pepe.

and i drove home with more questions than i had going there. came back to two really nice days in memphis. the type that make me appreciate everything . . . and not care at all. and i don't have any answers for anybody. so let's keep the ball rolling. hup. hup.

and yes . . . things are about to get a bit stressful.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Wed, 25 May 2005 19:54:05 GMT

no sleep. less than two and a half hours worth. and i'm at work. ready to leave. so i can drive seven hours to atl.

it's changing time. got an interview in atl on thursday. have the option to live on andrew's floor in la for an internship. i'm going. somewhere.

and so i've been making poor decisions. or maybe good ones. it's in the eye of the beholder i guess. they're good for me. though not always the kind that make me feel like i did right.

and it's been hectic lately. weddings and heart attacks and babies (not mine . . . though brandy's naming hers "cole." i'll tell everybody it's after me.) and bike rides and tall boys and shows and complete and total confusion. but it's all been kinda sweet too. but i have nothing new to say. it's all the same garbage in my head.

3 2 1 contact.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Mon, 09 May 2005 19:44:34 GMT

p.s. never, ever, ever, ever do the math.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Sat, 30 Apr 2005 21:33:34 GMT

i used to write on this thing.

maybe it's good that i don't. i'm not too bright, ya know.

i would like to say a lot. maybe it's good that i don't. broken records . . . they're good wall decorations. or frisbees. that's about it.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Thu, 21 Apr 2005 23:58:25 GMT

These questions apply to your SENIOR year in high school. After you're done reading your friends answers, erase them, fill in your own, and re-post.

During senior year:
1. What School did u attend?
corinth high school
2. What year was it?
1996-1997
3. What were your favorite band(s) or artist(s)?
jawbreaker, j church, and for some reason i was listening to a lot of kiss at the time
4. What was your favorite outfit?
clothes
5. What was up with your hair?
dirty
6. Who was your best friend(s)?
dusty thompson, burns, dean, hendley
7. What did you do after school?
worked, skated or painted
8. Where did you work?
little caesars . . . bitches
9. Did you take the bus?
no
10. Who did you have a crush on?
kathleen hanna . . . yeah, from bikini kill. it didn't work out.
11. Did you have a girlfriend/boyfriend and who?
no
12. Did you fight with your parents?
yes
13. Did you ever get detention?
i got sent ot the office a lot by my art teacher
14. Favorite Subject?
art, english
16. Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?
see no. 10
17. Did you smoke cigarettes?
sometimes
18. Where was your Senior Prom held?
i don't know
19. Did you have a "Max" (hangout) like Zach, Kelly & slater?
hendley's front porch, but we just did drugs or drank . . . no burgers
20. Admit it, were you popular?
no
21. Who did you want to be just like?
dusty thompson
22. What did you want to be when you grew up?
an artist i guess
23. Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?
not as poor as i am now. maybe san francisco . . . i listened to a lot of jawbreaker

mcole21@hotmail.com — Mon, 11 Apr 2005 21:12:55 GMT

whoa, shit. literally:

http://www.thegreenhead.com/watercooler/2004/07/mirrored-glass-toilet-are-you-brave.php

i don't know man. that'd be weird taking a dump and girl watching.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Thu, 07 Apr 2005 04:16:06 GMT

ok. sasha posted this and i can't help reposting it so all of my "friends" will see it. it takes a minute to load.

http://americawestandasone.com/video.html

yeah. i mean, seriously. what the fuck is this asshole trying to prove. is this supposed to stop "terrorism." good job. i bet my mom would buy this guy's cd.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Wed, 06 Apr 2005 19:55:58 GMT

damn. i'm tired. really.

to the point that nothing makes sense. and i feel all big-eyed and freaky looking. been sitting in a windowless room in front of a computer so much over the past couple a months, i bet i look like gollum from lord of the rings.

and i'm broke. brian had to give me an "advance" on the record art shit so my phone wouldn't get cut off. i'm all grown up. thanks brian. we'll just say that was for the other night. i'm not wearing the blonde wig next time though.

and things are moving right along.

i've got a girly friend for the first time in a while. maybe i won't freak out about it again. everyone's settling down with someone these days it seems like. and it all seems to be going well for everybody. maybe it's spring.

and now what?

it's been warm and i've been sitting on the balcony a lot and riding my bike. maybe it's time to sart drinking a bunch again. seems to happen when the weather gets warm.

and then there's the whole moving thing. i kinda like where i'm at. for the moment. right this minute. for now.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Sun, 03 Apr 2005 03:45:31 GMT

hey, the pope's dead.

well darn.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Thu, 10 Mar 2005 15:57:25 GMT

"hey dude, whatcha been doin'?"

"workin."

"whatta you workin' on?"

"stuff."

and that's been most of the conversation for the past few weeks. i didn't even stay through the whole show last night. i don't know what's going on anymore.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 16:04:27 GMT

everything is fantastic right now . . .

sarcasim.

interpol and blonde redhead were fucking amazing. stayed in a hostel in new orleans that used to be an orphanage for infants. demon baby ghosts!

i managed to go to orleans and not drink a single beer. or get high. isn't there a law against that?

i'm broke. in every way possible. so i sit in front of the computer a lot at the office at night . . . and don't really get much done. nope. but i think a lot. and freak myself out. but i pretend to be busy.

i made my bed, so i guess i have to lay in it. that's a lie! i never make my bed anymore. i'm too lazy.

there's really nothing worth saying i suppose. about anything. and even less to write about.

Take a look . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Thu, 13 Jan 2005 23:07:55 GMT

Inauguration Day, Thursday, January 20th, 2005 is "Not One Damn Dime Day" in America.

On "Not One Damn Dime Day" those who oppose what is happening in our name in Iraq can speak up with a 24-hour national boycott of all forms of consumer spending. During "Not One Damn Dime Day" please don't spend money. Not one damn dime for gasoline. Not one damn dime for necessities or for impulse purchases. Not one damn dime for anything for 24 hours.

The object is simple: to remind the people in power that the war in Iraq is immoral and illegal; that they are responsible for starting it and that it is their responsibility to stop it. "Not One Damn Dime Day" is to remind them, too, that they work for the people of the United States of America, not for the international corporations and K Street lobbyists who represent the corporations and funnel cash into American politics. There's no rally to attend. No marching to do. No left or right wing agenda to rant about.. On "Not One Damn Dime Day" you take action by doing nothing. You open your mouth by keeping your wallet closed. For 24 hours, nothing gets spent, not one damn dime, to remind our religious leaders and our politicians of their moral responsibility to end the war in Iraq and give America back to the people. Please share this email with as many people as possible.

And if you're not into this, no problem. just ignore. even if you don't participate, don't forget that you can use this tactic for other issues that you care about.

If you are into this, repost/send/message board it everywhere you can.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Wed, 12 Jan 2005 05:16:11 GMT

well, my little holiday at lacey's is over tomorrow. i managed to eat all of her frozen food. and watch about seven or eight movies.

working late on the computer at the office tonight. that makes me sound all grown up and official. i fooled you guys.
i never would have imagined growing up to be so much fucking work.

good thing i like being lazy.

so now what? now? what?

HELL yeah . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Fri, 07 Jan 2005 22:31:10 GMT

dude, here's my new tattoo, man.

hahahaha.

well damn . . .

mcole21@hotmail.com — Fri, 07 Jan 2005 17:03:55 GMT

it's been a while.

i think i'm just bored at work. i'm always looking at everybody's anyway, so i might as well be able to comment. same as it ever was.

house sitting at lacey's this week. couldn't sleep for shit last night because first i felt like i was being cooked. damn radiator. i turn down the fucker and open a window and wake up freezing a couple of hours later. damn weather. then the cars were fucking loud. damn cars. then the sun was too bright in the morning. damn sun.

oh lacey, i stole the .38 special shirt again. and ate all the morning star nuggets. and watched tombstone. i think i'm gonna start watching westerns.

nothin' to say. lots to say. but not on here.

damn i'm bored with this already.

word ta god son.

mcole21@hotmail.com — Sat, 31 Jul 2004 09:12:43 GMT

Damn. This is turning into a long trip.

A short rundown of random thoughts, etc., thus far:

Amsterdam: You can't swing a dead cat for hitting someone on the street trying to sell you hard drugs or a prostitute. Lots of people (everyone) rides bikes. Good beer is cheaper than water. Good pot and hash are cheaper than beer.

Paris: This is where the word bourgeois literally came from and you know why. It was kinda like being in Oxford around all the sorority girls. Some people were nice. Riding the Metro was fun. The Louvre was not. The streetart was fucking incredible. The Pompidou Modern Art Centre was even better. I ate lots of bread, cheese and wine.

Barcelona: Very chill. Lots of young people. Everything's cheap. This is a skateboarding heaven (yeah Sasha, I really regret not bringing mine). Went to a skate video premiere the other night where Satva Leung's broken-toothed ass was djing. There was a "V.I.P.I.M.P" room for the pros. Skateboarders. Fucking ridiculous. The beach is nice. It's topless. I got sunburned.

Berlin is tomorrow. Peace.