The Essays and Prose of B.J. Geary 1874-1903

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:44:58 GMT

And the next night's revision:

I love music and I love to (feel) yell.

Well, I do.

The Big Game Is Every Night

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 06:58:01 GMT

Jason Molina is so very underappreciated. Buy/find/get Magnolia Electric Co. by Songs: Ohia at all costs. I volunteer copies galore.

"After tonight if you don't want this to be/a secret out of the past/I will resurrect it, I'll have a good go at it/ I'll streak his blood across my beak, dust his feathers with my ashes, feel his feathers breathing down my back/ I will try and know whatever I try/ I will be gone but not forever."

"Know whatever I try" !

"Real truth about it is/ there ain't no end to the desert I've been tryin' to cross/ Mama, here comes midnight with the dead moon in it's jaws/ must be the big star about to fall".

The Big Star is falling!

Sour As Can Be

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 15:53:36 GMT

This soldier's no good, but he can't give it up.

Rexroth:
All I have for company are the two halves of my heart.

News Bubbles Up

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 05:46:19 GMT

Look! A spectacle beyond all proportion! I have no idea what to do about all this.

Oh, and Nick McCann: I check this website mostly because you use it. I guess it's like cold fruit someone just hands you.

Me Amarre

Sat, 01 Jul 2006 00:53:01 GMT

Actually, most of my characters are based on dogs I know.

One of my flights got distracted and I am stuck in San Francisco. Adventure (yes, adventure) has many spellings, all of them communicating very diverse and nuanced meanings for a large and unarguable general idea. If I say it's adventure, can you prove me wrong? Even if I spell it Embassy Suites? Either way I'm "alone in my car" with just a baseball cap on.

I also got offered a place in the cities for very very little money this summer. Mother may I?

Finally, Brother Casmer looks like Bill the Cat.

Despite being uncool, my camera is back.

Tue, 09 May 2006 04:21:03 GMT

After 5 months, my camera has reappeared.

Back to Base

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 20:42:57 GMT

About to play 72 hours of Ultimate. Gonna make a world record. Not prepared. Fuckin' up a lot recently.

I Was A Lover

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 21:46:58 GMT

MPR has just told me, through a Harvard physicist, that there are in fact 11 dimensions, that time and space have no problem becoming bubbles, we are in fact in one such bubble, and that existence is music. And they can show you-with math and rubber bands.
Too bad we're only a Type 1 civillization.

Also, the wind is whipping, and somewhere in France, Robert Crumb is having a glass of wine with his dinner. This is a problem. Today I read "Your fears are justified. I honor your adrenalized state." This is somewhat comforting. Dear SES students, Kim Lindell is in your weathered hands.

Also, please prepare for your local Iraq War Anniversary Protest. This means eating whole grains.

Life appears to be clipping along much to surely. If you have a summer job for me, consider it a perrennial gift, and give.

May we live to become Type 3's.

Snodgrass called our MN winter sky "a gunsteel matte gray"

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 07:20:04 GMT

Home for two days now. Nothing much to chronicle. It appears that Minnesota remains just as it was, which is good.

Tomorrow, Alex, Myself and a .22 rifle take a trip to a few miles of land with a cabin. I hope a whole gourd-full of good stuff comes of it.

Back on Thursday I think. Give me a call.

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 20:12:41 GMT

..."If you continue to seek a Pure Land elsewhere, I, confused, may become lonesome smoke for days."

I made the school newspaper for starting toilet paper on fire.

Haven't done this in a while, and let me know how you feel.

Mon, 06 Feb 2006 08:22:43 GMT

They
Lord knows who they are
But we know they’re there
And they have fired a farewell shot
A tight bellow up into the sky

This winter is warm
With a river in the street
I have prayed for a shipwreck
One where my father and I are
Somehow flung into an archipelago
Helpless in its fire
Instead, Likud floats by and dents
The mailbox, frightening the dog
They are yelling but I am distracted
By that strange report.

Cold Sweat Blues

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 13:52:47 GMT

I hit my head on the toilet seat. Hard.

Now That We Have Climbed The Great Mountain

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 09:14:53 GMT

She fell in love with an ape, for real.

Right now, i firmly believe in Geist, at least a part of it.

If you believe there are witches and spirits, you'll see witches and spirits-
moreover, there really will be witches and spirits.

Am I ready? Ready or Not.

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 02:13:13 GMT

The best part of this high-flying weekend was really just the bubbletape I had on the dancefloor.

Nightime, Anytime, It's Alright

Fri, 18 Nov 2005 07:59:28 GMT

Going to Georgia tomorrow.

brb.

November is the Eleventh Month of the Year

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 17:06:41 GMT

It's snowing.

Looks good, smells good, feels good, and all the people from warm places are buggin.

I'm going to Georgia next weekend too.

See you all soon.

The Time I Was Home

Sun, 23 Oct 2005 07:32:03 GMT

Thank you Twin Cities. I'm more fond of you than I remembered.

Dong

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 03:39:48 GMT

So, gonna try fasting. Just for the hell of it, and, always wanted to. Yom Kippur seems like a fine coincidence. Samuel's gonna cook tomorrow too.

Um, bu dong?

Weekend

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 05:10:40 GMT

Talking Heads party became a trampoline.

And today, all I thought about was talking animals.

See you soon, Twin Cities.

What I Could Stand For

Sun, 02 Oct 2005 18:05:11 GMT

Being in need of constant catharsis is becoming a dumb way to live. Whino.

However, Mates of State made me really happy, which was so pleasant. I danced onstage.

Maybe I'm just old!

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 06:16:11 GMT

Enjoy Your Worries, You May Never Have Them Again

Etiology

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 19:12:22 GMT

I've got so many goals now, and I really enjoy that. Especially Socrates' argument today.

"I would contend at all costs in both word and deed as far as I could that we will be better men, braver and less idle, if we believe that one must search for the things one does not know, rather than if we believe that is is not possible to find out what we do not know and that me must not look for it."

So, I have a cigarette sometimes. NBD.

The list:
-Monasteries
-Toad's Wild Ride
-C.S. Lewis
-Spain
-Talking Heads
-Keyrings
-Charisma

Fourteen Rivers, Fourteen Floods

Sun, 18 Sep 2005 15:51:00 GMT

Weekend: Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

A lot of homework today, but my heavy conscience will pull me through.
In good news, I do now refer to my room as home.

I'm ready to do the deal, but have no interlocutor. Probably for the best.
See everything soon.

Good to See You, It's Good To See You Again

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 04:06:18 GMT

I'm all Sunday-ish up in herrr.

Wish me well, lest I do it myself!

My life, o' my life

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 00:14:34 GMT

whine whine.

Gonna see Of Montreal for free in an hour. Thank sweet jesus. It's been a shitty day.