LURADIO

seeing as i am leaving in a couple days and wont have internet access for 99% of my stay in hawaii (by the way, no long distance calls either, the coconut wireless hasnt evolved quite that much) [1st part true, second, not, just to be clear for the dumbasses] i figure that i should post garbage up as much as possible. in any case, o-dub’s post on the “no homo” phenomenon has gotten some people a bit defensive. The usual P.C. argument has of course come up. check it out to see some folksies defend their liberalness…always a fun read.

i went for a walk with the mom yesterday. this place is amazing. and by amazing i mean totally sickening. aging white men golfed while people of color were kept in their place cuz some cracker drilled a whole in his wall creating a pinhole leak in his pipes…then the genius went on vacation. A week later he and his neighbor’s houses were completely flooded. so from 7:30 am til 10 pm workers had to completely gut the house. my stupid fucking brainwashed parents were like “poor bob” (bob, you see, is their supervisor, fat fucking white dude. yeah…poor bob indeed. what a tough job, standing around telling others what to do. so westridge can continue to be beautiful.
interesting tidbit about the development where we live…70% korean…not saying anything…oh, and someone is trying to sell one of their “paired homes” for 739,000…yeah, ok.
i suppose one day i will have to really formulate my thoughts on this place. this place that proudly had the kkk march in some parade. this place, the perfect white flight example.

the damn pulls i am feeling are causing me quite the cognitive dissonance. (on some approach-approach or avoidance-avoidance type shit?). spending the summer with my brother will put me in contact with hipstery types for an extended amount of time. i have little patience for them. will i blow up? will i convert? at least these cats are gay and are over vice. (not to say that they did not go through that, my brother’s good friend was once in vice…apparently she is “the shit” or “the toast of the gay community” in NYC right now….and making mad loot. Mad Clams is her club night…frightful? or fascinating?) my brother and i have these big arguments ridiculously on the nature of hipness, image, and creativity. blegh.

lastly, but most importantly, congratulations to the hart graduating class of 2004. i talk constant shit, but it wasnt y’all’s choice to live out here or go to hart, so whatever. congratulations on not killing yourself or others and navigating the stupid world of public education and doing with it what you could.
to all the seniors who i kind of know (adrianne, fortner, fausto especially) i am stoked to see what you all do with your talents. stay up.