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so na na nuthin'-- besides getting g ready for his eurotrip--scraping the dregs of my piggy bank (i owed him) and exchanging it for pounds, buying some peanut butter for the UK--b/c they don't have it there, going to canadian tire for foam and duct tape, to shoppers hoping to find stencils. i so wish i could be on tour with them. not a rock band, sure, but an orch-pop band would have to do. and they're phun folks. if you're gonna be in england, france or germany in the next month, check them out:

Heavy Blinkers European Tour 2004 Itinerary
Sept 23 Reading @ South Street
S 24 Birmingham @ Glee Club
S 25 Leicester @ Charlotte
S 27 London @ Cecil Sharp House (Transistor show) (that's the UK label...)
S 28 London @ Water Rats (Track & Field show)
Oct 6 London (don't know where...just got added)
O 13 Nancy (FR) @ Nancy Jazz Pulsations Festival
O 15 Munich @ Atomic Cafe
O 16 Berlin @ Privat Club
O 17 Offenbach @ Hafen
O 18 Cologne @ Panamaformat
O 19 Kassel @ K-19
O 20 Muenster @ Gleiss 22

he was so not into leaving today, which was hard to see. i think they'll be okay. nice that ja boule is with them, a nice balance. for supper i had a quarter of an avocado, a pot of steamed vegetables: broccoli, a whole onion (mmmmmmm!), squash, zucchini and a small potato-- upon which i useed some bragg's, tahini and garlic kelp flakes. then i had a glass of soymilk. it's interesting that i always crave junky, filthy food, but really it's the whole foods that finally satiate me. i never remember when i'm emotionally distraught. eff that. r sent me a piece he's working on, which is beautiful, despite the less-than-stellar recording. i will try to go see his and adrian's recital. it's like having a child in elementary school.

tonight i hung with crm and blake for a bit. drank mineral water with ice (a faux pas i'm told). sneezed a lot. listened to nine inch nails and a mixed punk cd that chris made, and also to songs off "alden," his ipod. chris said that the star wars remastered dvds have some bizarre changes in plot-- like how bobba is now with han when he first talks to jabba (is this the correct detail, chris?) and it is day instead of night when something happens-- i don't remember, but again, it's kind of fucked.

tomorrow i am keen to go buy shoes with the cheques i found pinned to the bulliten board-- one from the previous owners of our store (a suck up cheque), and one small one for the article i wrote for the source. those two combined will buy me more expensive shoes that i'm accustomed to-- maybe i should blow the whole thing. or i could go downtown and try to find some dinosaur jr cds. one cassette doesn't provide enough j. mascis for this small girl. never enough. i want to play scoops, but it is too cold. and i don't want to change out of my skirt. and my wrist is a bitch.

and i also got my new stats counter to work and am uberpumped about it. already i realize my blog is being read by way more people than i expected-- and i don't know them-- and some are from the US, and it's all very exciting. it's not encouraging, however, that their average length of visit is like 5 seconds or less.
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