arms & dangerous

Yo, go to

negativtrend.blogspot.com ........or something. i think that's it. my new one of these, with much less awkward shit on it.

There's won't be any more posts here. Instead they will be at.......

negativtrend.blogspot.com

Different vibe.

WY/ER/MS

MALA SANGRE 2011.

Today on the ferry boat I listened to a young woman talking to her parent's friends about her brother. As it would happen, her brother is currently down for a bid on Vancouver Island for killing a middle-aged couple while drunk driving. Heavy vibe;

http://www.bclocalnews.com/vancouver_island_central/cowichannewsleader/news/106129108.html

The woman was talking about how her brother Ian is convinced that he was set up, and that the government is behind the entire thing. She spoke about this for at least 20 minutes, and then said "Well......it is what it is."

Things recently have been OK. They were shitty for a hot minute, and now have improved to where I can say that things are mostly OK.

Harboring animosity towards people is hardly a foreign feeling for me. I have a handful of people I can say that I dislike, two or three that I can't stand, and one that I think maybe.......I hate! I don't wish ill to befall this humanoid, but I don't think I've ever been so mad at someone in my entire life!!! Merry pissmas.

Portia De Rossi's character in Arrested Development is such a total babe. Maybe not Portia De Rossi herself....but the character she plays is awesome.

Yo, poetry......does anyone read that shit these days? I mean don't get me wrong.....I love some poetry....I celebrate Neruda's ENTIRE catalogue....and Nabakov's "Speak Memory" could coax a tear out of John Wayne's rotting, racist corpse......but contemporary poetry? Images of dreadlocked, hyper-political troglodytes spitting slam verses at Cafe Du Sogiegh spring to mind. Buuuuuuuuuummmmer.

So, Choad and I have been living in L's old place.

Recently, my pal D was talking with his pal J, who works for the railroads in Toronto. They got to talking about graffiti, and D asked J if he ever saw a certain kind of Moniker/streak/hobo tag featuring a cat, or many cats, and two letters. He laughed and said he sees them between 50-100 times a day. Hearing that made me really happy, as does finding more and more photos of my stuff on the interwebs, often with nice things written about them. Most people will never be able to put 2 and 2 together, and contrary to what some believe, I don't draw cats just because I like cats. It has everything to do with the location in which I often draw these cats.......

Someone recently asked me why I commit so much time, energy and money to doing this silly shit, when at the end of the day the drawings can't even be attributed to me because of the nature of the art form.....namely, its illegality. I think the anonymity of it is part of what appeals to me the most. The fact that I'm not looking for fame or recognition, and yet will drive 6 hours in a day if it means I can leave a mark on a train I know is headed to Florida, befuddles some people. Aside from the anonymous nature of freight train graffiti, by far the most appealing aspect of it is the way it helps me let go of things I love, or like. I can spend 3 hours on one boxcar, $50 worth of material, and several hours of time spent driving and climbing over fences, just to never see it again. After the stupid mess of cats, tables, and potted flowers is finished, the train leaves the yard or layup, and odds are, I will never see it again. I get super attached to some of the monikers, and all of them correspond to a very specific moment in my life. Every time I see a picture of my things online, I know exactly what day I did it, who was on my mind, and where it was painted. Usually, it was one person, who's name also graces many of the monikers. Kind of hard to track those down and scratch it off. 3600 cars later. But like I was saying, letting go of those big stupid boxcars has really helped me in the past couple months. Letting go of things you love, and trying in vain to forget that they exist....but secretly hoping that one day they come around again, and I'm in the right place, at the right time. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Single tear......












"I didn't mean for you to get hurt"

what a fucking pathetic cop out.

I feel sick. I ate an entire 170 gram box of Mike and Ike's Berry Blast and a medium slurpee. Brutal. Why do they have to make them so delicious? Me VS Mike & Ike's is like Michelle Tanner VS Muhammad Ali. WTF.

Allergies are just the worst! Where do they come from? Can one use spells to combat them? I never used to be allergic to anything....two years ago I could have breathed a bag of straight pollen mixed with the furriest cat's dander(gross) and be just fine. Nowadays I can't leave the house without getting pounded out by some sort of air-borne curse. I think it's hay-fever........or ragweed or something. I've been popping at least half a dozen antihistamines a day but it doesn't work at all. I need something much stronger.........spells.

The band I play in had a show on Friday. It was a lot of fun, and I raged hard. Hard enough to snap my guitar strap through the leather piece and have to borrow a bass from some type of aryan-by-way-of-llewellyn druidic priest. He was nice enough though, and I'm pretty sure I thanked him.........although truth be told, I remember very little following the first song. I know that at one point I just stopped playing and concentrated wholly on raging. It must be super annoying playing in a band with me. I ruined most of the songs....I just get waaaaaaay too excited in scenarios such as the Alf House. There might only by three people wilin' out, but when those three people are all you can see because the venue is the size of a shoe box, it makes for wild times.

I'm in the process of planning a solo road trip for a couple of weeks in September. Pretty psyched to get back to Yellowstone Park, but this time I'll be staying in Canada until Eastern Manitoba, then turning South into Montana. Last Summer's trip would have been so much better if the company was even remotely tolerable. I mean, my traveling partner couldn't have been better, but good grief...that troll of a driver.....ugh.....worst human.

There are many things that I'm looking forward to these days. Life is good...not great. Kind of lonely sometimes, but at the same time having a real Morrissey-esque vibe around relationships, platonic and otherwise. I mean come on......no man or woman is going to make me as happy as a good cat or otter. Or box of Mike & Ike's for that matter. A few have come close, one was real close, but fuck it.....can't nobody look after Goo like a furry friend. At least right now. I'm sure this will seem like complete foolishness in the morning.

xox

-g

Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel........Best song ever written?

"How dare she criticize Peter Gabriel"

They're going to use me for a sex game and then burn me in the bath.


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The dream is over, I am Detritus.


A whole new level of depravity........eating peanut better with a spoon. Cheap, shit peanut butter. I absolutely abhor the organic, free-range versions. Give me Kraft or give me Skippy. I find the Skippy squirrel more to my liking than the Kraft teddy bears.........suppose I'm not quite secure enough in my sexuality to be excited about the prospect of eating from a teddy bear-clad container......squirrels are a different story. Sketchy, rabies, digging. Regardless, eating peanut butter from a jar with a spoon....still, first time for everythin. Harsh toke.

Straight to french kissing.........OH YEEEEAH!

I haven't worn pajamas in many years. Not totally into the vibe.........sloppy...dad vibe......granted, sloppy is hardly a vibe I'm unfamiliar with given the above paragraph. Good grief. How often does one wash pajamas? Is underwear to be underworn while in them? What the fuck? Flannel army. I'd rather wear denim to bed. Alpha Denim Recruits...Scandinavian Leather. Pajama secrets of the pharaohs.

Mexico and Mexicans are just the best, aren't they? Sidral Mundet, Manzana Lift, cactus tacos, perros....I could go on. I've never met a Mexican I didn't like, and I've never had mexican food or drink that I didn't love! I wonder what kind of youth work internships there are to be had in Mexico....without speaking Spanish, or having any applicable schooling. Maybe I could grow a cute moustache...moustachio.

I've done a ton of awesome things since I last posted a journal entry here.....went on some short trips, planned others, drank lots of ice tea and even cooked Sablefish. Renaissance man for sure.

Borrrrrrrrrrrring........

It's not my pee, it was a joke.

Love,
-g

.............


I prefer cats to all but three people on this earth. The rest just don't come close to the honest, sincere affection that many cats provide. And they have fur. Few people worth loving can boast of that.

Cats don't do things like drill massive holes in the sea floor of an already fragile ecosystem, only to have it blow-out and leak 300 000 gallons of oil a day into the Gulf Of Mexico. Truly disturbing, and difficult for me to even think about.

xz

The above two letters were actually typed by my mom's cat Rick. No joke. He can't spell worth shit. What was he even going for? I was just eating some crackers and some orange juice, and he was wanting some of each very badly.

When my mom and I pulled into the driveway of her house this evening we heard a loud MEEEEEEEOOOWWWing coming from somewhere, but couldn't tell who it was, or where exactly it was coming from. It couldn't be Rick, because he still just squeeks, and Lucy is deaf, mute, and a touch retarded. It had to be Chairman. Lo and behold, Chair was stuck on the roof of the house, in a state of hyper-animated hysteria. She was losing her mind! I got a chair(pun) from the dining room and fetched her down with great difficulty. It all worked out in the end.

I went to San Francisco last weekend. That's all I'm going to say about that.

I've done a lot of flyfishing lately. Mostly on the Upper Squamish, and the Birkenhead rivers. I feel guilty about it.

Been making lots of drawings with paint on trains, also.

I really hope this all works out in the end. I'm trying to be as patient as possible.

Cats > everything else.

xoxox,
your pal, Goo

Weed culture is the worst. I feel embarrassed for them. Jester hats, Dr. Zeus, Longboards, dreadlocks, "political activism".....truly a group of individuals who have been left behind by the 21st century.


My dad gave me this car, so I've been driving lots. All over. Went to Seattle a minute ago with some friends. Twas very fun. FOUR LOKO! The worst-best drink on earth. 15% alcohol, a shitload of caffeine, taurine, and some other awful shit. Grape, watermelon, lemon cranberry etc....Truly the most intense drunk I have ever experienced. I felt like I had done some kind of crazy drug........which in effect I had. Also, the heartburn was out of this world, and the hangover was truly crippling. I scored an amazing record that I've wanted for years....Ken Parker's 'The Dynamic Ken Parker' 1st pressing on Island records. Bumbaclot! Oh yeah.....$8.99! Also, some other good JA stuff was procured.

To anyone going to Seattle, ever....you must go to this place for drinks........by a WIIIIIIDE margin, the heaviest drinks around.

http://maps.google.ca/maps/place?oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=moon+temple+seattle&fb=1&gl=ca&hq=moon+temple&hnear=seattle&cid=4777012811709941885


Never mind the food. It's gross.


I've also been back into the fly fishing. The only real hobby I've had for as long as I can remember. Certainly the least ethical. There's no real justification for it, so I won't even try. It's wrong, but asking me to stop would be like asking Coldplay to stop writing shitty records....probably not going to happen. I did drive miles into the bush to fish a tiny river full of cute fish...only to turn back after three hours of driving due to excessive guilt. I've since gotten over that by just not thinking about the fish's pain, and trying not to actually catch anything. Also, I haven't killed a fish since 2002...strictly catch and release. In the past week I've fished the Squamish several times, the Cheakamus, Silver Creek, the Upper Seymour, and The Birkenhead near Mt. Currie. The Pemberton and Mt. Currie area is unreal. So pretty. I would love to have a place up there, and it's cheap as dirt. Also, grizzly bears! I want to see one so bad. Saw a wolf last Saturday for the first time ever....between Mt. Currie and Lilloet. So tight. This coming weekend I'm going to fish the North Thompson on opening day. Last year I went and had an awesome time by myself. I like going alone. Something about not having to talk for a few days can be nice when you talk as much as I do...particularly when you talk about yourself as much as I do. Psyched.

I've been missing a few people lately. One is not that far away....and missed for a very specific reason....the other is much farther away and missed quite a lot. I'm such a baby. Still, please come home.

I've been painting a lot. Mostly on trains, a bit on walls, a tiny bit on canvas. I'm doing an art trade with the famed NEOS-ONE.....incredibly psyched to receive something cool from him, seeing as how he already my painting of black and white cats. Talk about one trick pony.

Anygays, I'm going to make dinner, read a book about Ghost towns of the Cariboo-Chilcotin(where I'm going to explore this weekend on a solo ghost finding trout catching mission!) and then go painting, once all the people have gone to sleep.

xoxox
-goo


ps.
KIMYA DAWSON SHOULD BE CRUCIFIED

I've purchased an idol. It's a small white Buddha of the Sarnath variety, and he is enthroned in plastic majesty on a small wooden stand. I'm not totally sure how to worship him, or if I even should. I don't actually believe in Buddha, or in anything other than a Judeo-Christian God, but I've been burning incense, and leaving money in front of him....testing the waters I guess......the money is always there when I wake up in the morning. It's disappointing. I wonder if he'd be into taking care of the $1356488 speeding ticket I received today. God's in general seem to be pretty lazy. If a given deity truly had my best interests in mind, he would do things like clean my room, do my banking, telepathically set up appointments with otherwise hard to reach clients, and clear up this cursed rash......

.......I have a rash. Imagine if MLK Junior opened with that! I have a dream...it involves tuxedo cats, quinoa, Yellowstone Park, and a girl who probably hates my guts.

I've been thinking a lot about the people I've wronged lately. Probably why I've been bumming. There aren't many, but those there are I wish were still in my life in some capacity or another.

The job is still going incredibly well. Not getting bored, stressed, or bringing my work home with me. Paid vacation, paid sick days, a paid day off every two weeks? WTF? This is going to be a very good Summer.....

.....Summer this year is going to rule hard. I'm planning a couple trips, including a solo road trip back to Yellowstone park, stopping along the way to flyfish the Elk, Crowsnest, Ram, Old Man, and Bow rivers in Canada, then across the border to Montana and Wyoming for the Madison, Firehole, Gunnison, and Henry's Fork. Psyched for sure. The second trip will hopefully be to the Arctic in September or October. Other than that, some things are planned for a bit closer to home, beginning with a trip to SF next month to visit a little friend, and followed by recording an LP stateside in the very near future.

I've been painting tons lately. Canvases and walls, but predominantly still trains. Caught a handle on a couple nice clean grain hoppers today, actually. Also, hit this spot in Abbotsford that is so tight. Under the Number 1 freeway there are these walls paralleling the railroad tracks that are covered in awesome graffiti. Today I added to it in purple, pink, and apple green aerosol.

Also, stumbled upon some pictures of someone from this past Summer. Completely ruined my day. Realizing you've made colossal mistakes and treated people like shit = worst. Especially when there's no way to right those wrongs....at least that I can see.

Heavy vibe.


"I have a dream that one day this rash will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created rashy."

Listen to Face to Face.

Denim daddy.
Yakbox
ER!
DON'T SWEAT, LET

YH.



I think life without tuxedo cats would barely be worth living. No human being can give me the love I need....there's always something in the way. The human species fails to supply the kind of boundless adoration I get from most cats....the inverse of this is that no cat will ever fully trust a human...nor should they....there's always something in the way, some barrier preventing a cat from just giving all of its self...but if ever a (young) man has come close...surely it is I, Goo.

I'm really only honest and vulnerable with three people on this earth...two of them are my friends, the other is my mother. Another personette once came really close to cracking the goo code, but whatever.

Today I went to Agassiz. Twas noice. I painted on some trains, and saw some interesting birds. Here are the ones I could identify:

Northern Flicker x 2
Bohemian Waxwing (could have been a Cedar Waxwing....hard bird to identify)
Bufflehead
Lesser Scaup
Wigeon
American Kestrel (!!!!!!!! so rad)
Pintail
Hooded Merganser
Common Merganser
Barrow's Goldeneye

I also saw some migratory songbirds that I'll identify shortly. A certain Rufous-Sided Towhee imposter has been kicking it outside my window in the mornings. No idea what it is.....cool song, and looks sort of like a Rufous-Sided Towhee, only smaller and with more intense markings. Such a good time of year to see birds.

I've been really feeling the primary cavity excavators like the Northern Flicker. It's a big bird...about the size of a crow, with real cool markings. Here, have a look!

http://www.utahbirds.org/birdsofutah/BirdsL-R_2/NorthernFlickerKK1.jpg

Seen a bunch of these now...I even know of a nesting site within a twenty minute bus ride of my front door. You just have to have the right vibe and these things will come to you. Having certain crystals doesn't hurt either, obvsly.

As of April 6th, 2010...I will legally be able to purchase both rifles, and restricted firearms and ammunition in Canada. Good idea? No. Nonetheless, it's happening.

Also, Goo is crushing. Big surprise.

On a somewhat related note, nostalgia can be a real pain the rear sometimes. Makes a person's head all crazy....only remembering the good things, when there had to be a reason or reasons to break up in the first place.....but I can't really remember what those reasons were, and I'm pretty sure whatever reasons there were, are gone now. Oh well. Such is life.

Planning on hitting Yellowstone park again this September. Such a tight spot. Bison = one of my many spirit animals.

Been reading lots. Teen fantasy. Dragons and kingslayers and shit. Real mature.

TRWOEL

All I've been listening to is ANTENA-CAMINO DEL SOL. some of the songs have been so heinously ripped off by Stereolab...it's unreal. I guess she never thought the Antena records would see the light of day, and they almost didn't! I guess she wasn't counting on Numero somehow digging that uber rare shit up and re-releasing it. The record is game tight. A++ perfection.

I've been getting into incense as well. I feel like its really aiding my astral flight and animorphism. Go figure. Pretty sure last night I transformed into a dung beatle.....or an albatross around Jann Arden's neck. Maybe tonight I can try for something a little more glamorous.....a carp? Marabou Stork? Proboscis Monkey? God's cruelest jokes.

lately this has been occupying a large portion of my thought process:

TUXEDO CATS

I've known two. One is a terror, the other I think about daily and miss very much.

Tender is one of my most hated words, and the lamprey of all adjectives. A truly repulsive word! I also can't stand the word Moist. Who uses moist? Trowels; that's who.

Yo....this past weekend was a weird one.....4 sure! Friday was a sombre precursor to the coming day's events...and was spent drinking with friends at Avanti's. Still not sure how I ended up where I did.

Saturday started off with a bummer bang. Went to Jason's funeral at Christ Church Cathedral. It was the first time that I've attended a funeral for someone who had taken their own life, and the mood in the sanctuary was reflective of the misery surrounding his untimely passing. Brutal......Just a bunch of people who knew that he was in an incredibly dark place when he died. The service that took place afterwards was equally depressing, and comprised of almost every skinhead in greater Vancouver. I had two glasses of fizzy water, and four large strawberries. Following that, I was transformed from a respectable young man, into a wildly intoxicated beaster. Oh brother!


ADVENTURE:

Tonight was crazy. I went out painting, and had my heart set on hitting some freights under the north end of the Second Narrows bridge. There weren't any trains layed up, so I decided to hit this wall adjacent to the tracks. Everything was going fine, when a helicopter showed up and began shining its spotlight very near where I was painting. Oh HELLLLLL No! It left....then came back....then left.....then came back.......When I was nearing completion on a two-letter throwie, a set of headlights attached to a large white police SUV comes busting around the side of this building, where I didn't even know there was a road. I dipped behind a large pillar and threw my bag of paint, and my latex glove...and waited for it to pass. It continued down the small road to the very end, where it stopped. I came out from behind the pillar and tried to find my bag of paint in the dark. After a couple minutes of searching, I found it, and briefly considered finishing my piece....but then I heard the dog, and I almost crapped my pants. I could see both the dog and the pig it was leading as they came back up the road towards me, so I ran as fast as I could.....which is not fast at all. Through all of this, I don't think he even saw me, and I escaped rather easily back to the bus loop, where I hid my bag in a garbage can and waited for the bus before grabbing it again, and hopping on. Safe! Possibly one of the funnest hobbies out there. The integrated security task force is a joke.

The olympics are still dumb, and Canada's performance has been mediocre, as expected. I did score a free Vitamin water the other day....it tasted awful, and me feel like crap!

Yo....I have been eating more kale than anyone in this town. I will challenge any fool to a kale-eating contest. 1 bunch, 2 bunches, 3 bunches. Whatever. I can handle it. Cook that shit down with some maple syrup, coconut milk, tamari, peanut butter, and Sriracha......throw some red quinoa, spînach, broccoli, and cilantro in the mix aaaaannnnd BOOM! Instant best treat. Since I got sick, I've been eating mostly vegan and singlehandedly depleting the city's quinoa and kale reserves. Like a true trowel.

Hrmmm.......what else......bird troubles? Yup. Witness the science:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SS1EOBN_gxo


Workkkk....is really good. No complaints at all!

Music......Stone Roses....Jesus and Mary Chain.....RIDE....the Catherine Wheel....Buffalo Tom.....first Sloan album....Superdrag...in fact.....only people who haven't heard Superdrag aren't into them...so here, click this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRZ5OuyMuf8

..etc...mostly shit that hasn't been my jam for a few years.

Bands....Lush Vegetation rules hard. Psyched to play more shows with them......Streetwalkers also rule. Psyched to tour with them for a minute.

I think I might go traveling somewhere this year. Somewhere cold!

xoxo
-goo