it's been a year already

i still miss this band

15 october - 11 november

i really, really hope this is real

how i know fall is here

werk

me: i just printed the elaine mustache pic and taped it to the wall here

K: yessss

we should put it up at the apartment

i'll print another

okay

October
06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14
the 15th never happened

ugh

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cepheus_%28constellation%29

David Thorne, where you at?

13

flying east towards newark

flying over newark bay

current 18:03, 27 June 2009

Alder Maple Rosewood

The underground is overcrowded

The jury gathered all around the aqueduct
Drinking and laughing and lighting up
Reminiscing just how bad he sucked
Singing

Throw him in the river
Throw him in the river
Throw him in the river
Throw the bastard in the river

http://ihardlyknowher.com/jjjacquelyn/
http://ihardlyknowher.com/jjjacquelyn/sets

September 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30
October 01 02 03 04 05

breakfast

i don't know why all my links disappeared, but they did. someday i'll put them back there.

david bowie as andy warhol in basquiat

still the best movie

Delta Airlines Fail(s)

delta flight confirmation number fail:


delta skymiles earnings fail:

17 August 2009 - 18 August 2009
Greyhound from
Birmingham, AL to Port Authority, New York, NY

I met D at the back of the Greyhound bus in Birmingham. He was sitting alone across from me. I was sitting in on the outside of a two seater on the right hand side of the bus next to a pretty black girl with short, stiff hair who was twenty years old and had been traveling the country by bus since May. Although she was sitting I could tell that she is much taller than me. Sitting in the seat in front of us was a young man in his mid-twenties who was moving from Los Angeles. Across from him in a three seater were two women who are on their way home from somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico. I think they are mother and daughter, but it's hard to be sure. The girl next to me and the boy from L.A. and the women returning from the west and I all trade stories about the bus and our summers and traveling, there's a lot of laughter and the girl leans into me in a strange way while we're laughing, as if she's known me for a lifetime. Everyone's final destination is Atlanta, except for D and me.

The bus leaves Birmingham station two hours behind schedule. Our first and only stop before Atlanta is Anniston, Alabama, which we hit about an hour after leaving our origin. The station here is small and desolate, tall dying grass seems to sprout up all around it as far out as I can see. There's an old drive in theatre a couple of minutes before the station and it's impossible to tell whether or not it still operates.

D is still sitting across from me when we leave Anniston. At one point he seems to ask the open air around him, "Does anyone smell that? I smell the brakes burnin'." This is the last thing I want to hear after the van fire ordeal in Bulls Gap, Tennessee that landed me on this 26 hour bus trip in the first place. I end up explaining this whole story to him later when we become aquainted. I smell what he smells too, but barely over the stench of the bathroom, which is overwhelming. Everytime someone opens the door it reeks hot and sour and fills the cabin and fills everyone's eyes with water and then subsides, prompting another passenger to open it and trudge inside.

D is a middle-aged, single black man who lives in Florida with a jack russell/rat terrier mix that he bought his ex's youngest daughter before they split. He spends less than a week at home every month because of his job, and rides the Greyhound regularly. He works in Massachusetts with his brother and owns two houses in Birmingham that he is restoring. He plans to sell or rent one of them and to keep one, as an asset. We pass the hours with conversation, being forced off and on the bus at nearly every stop for cleaning which we can never recognize once we're allowed to get back on.

When we reboard in Greenville, D puts on deoderant. At the Charlotte station he buys me a bottle of water and I learn how he manages to smoke joints undetected at the station stops. D doesn't drink alcohol anymore, but he really enjoys smoking. Justifying the purchase of the water for me, he claims that "he'd hope someone would do the same for his kids if they were on the road." Around 4 o'clock in the morning we get to Raleigh, where all the Marines that were on the bus from the stop before get off and get in line to go back to Camp Lejune. I think about John and wonder how many times he had to take the Greyhound. I fell asleep sometime after leaving Raleigh and slept until the sun was coming up and we were in Virginia. After Atlanta D always let me have the window seat. Once you make it through the darkness it feels like a lot of the trip is behind you.

D is wearing tall white socks that are scrunched down, baggy green shorts and a tee shirt. He's missing his front left tooth, and the front right one is chipped pretty severely. He's got big, watery brown eyes and has an accent I can't place; pronounces his hard A's like in "GUARD" and "YARD" really heavily. He's always saying,"It just don't make no sense." I guess a lot of things don't.

He and I part ways in Washington, DC, where our itineraries finally differ on paper. He gives me his phone number but I never use it. When I get back on the bus the seat next to me is empty until I get to New York.

from postsecret

YES

and: Nikki McClure

breakfast

also, this is pretty fucking awesome: myPantone for iPhone at geek dot com.

F-200 <3

i want waste.
they want waste.
we want waste.
they want waste.

today

86

September 16 17 18 19 20 21

Jed and Vee Vee. All day.
175

day 365

September 14 15

before i fell asleep last night i meant to write down a story e told me once. it was pertinent at the time but it was late and i couldn't find a pen.

i can't remember it in the morning and i can only think about this other story he told me a year back while i was trying to solder some cables with really shaken hands and spirit. it spun tiny threads back and forth in between two acts of evil by two different people.

September 12 13

Keep in mind xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx people xxxxxxxxxxx may still choose to xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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September 08 09 10 11

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my last few months in this city;


2009-
with tim, andrew, jess and audrey.



2008-2009
milhouse
fag butter
first floor
with andrew, machete, milo, schimmy, mark, nick, dylan, pete, and for a glorious month or two, elaine.



2007-2008
poseur house
second floor
with karen, alex, lindsay, mercy and sometimes, pilgrim.



2005-2007
666
with laura, mark, jesse, some crazy subletter, andrew, and for a hot minute, eric.


2004-2005
fourth floor
with laura.

20 August to 07 September updates are up.

The 19th of August disappeared somehow or maybe it just never existed at all.

john campbell

just kind of hate everything, hate every little thing down to hating each atom and each part of each atom


" "

kintaro - drag

it's really a drag
being so hung up on you
it's really a drag
is there something i'm supposed to do?
i'm at the bottom of the deep end
holding my knees
i'm locked out of my body
and i have lost the keys

i don't fear what lies beneath
i ain't the ghost that feeds the beast
got a fire under my feet
that's keeping you away from me

it's really a drag
being far away from you
it's really a drag
but it's something that i've got to do
you can't keep me around
just to take the things you need
i've walked out with my body
and i wish that you could see

You are not changing lives
You are not separate from what you support

Jimi hendrix
Jesus christ and grandma, too.
Jackson pollock

mile markers
thousands of them

Tour is over over over and I'm finally back in New Jersey.

15 July to 18 August updates are up.

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28 hours

last night in new haven we discovered that our van is haunted. we've canceled our show tonight in holyoke, massachusetts to take it in to be exorcised. we apologize to those at the thundermill that set up our show, but we are all terribly afraid of ghosts and cannot stomach any more levitating items or scary noises. i'm at my mom's house in caldwell until tomorrow night. we'll resume the tour, demon free, on july 16 in pittsburgh, pennsylvania at the roboto project.

hop along has a tour tumblr:

hop along band dot tumblr dot com

van houten

IMG_0729
Originally uploaded by tim burke!

midnight swim

midnight swim
Originally uploaded by ramsey everydaypants

at pretty boy in baltimore

red

red
Originally uploaded by ramsey everydaypants

i got a haircut in baltimore.

I'll be updating my flickr from the road:

Hop Along + P.S. Eliot tour 2009

here's some stuff from new brunswick:

starbeat dot blogspot dot com