not scoring higher than 450 on the scoville scale

SUCCESS

elmst668@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 May 2008 15:19:22 GMT

confirmed: girlfiend has otitis externa with nasty rare bacterial complication and a pierced eardrum.
she totally destroyed her singing exam. the examiners basically sat back and took no notes as of the first few bars. took her in for deliberation only to congratulate her.
goodnight

yay

elmst668@yahoo.com — Mon, 12 May 2008 17:32:46 GMT

for christian holidays.
an amazingly entertaining workday sat.
made a miike enthusiast. motivated to search for the hey, hetero! webpage.
had massive hamburger and chips for evening meal. equally massive indigestion during the night. am blaming brownies or snakebite.
sunday: carted olive tree to parent's home as birthday present for father; gave morther her mother's day present (captain quirk, unautorised biography of w. shatner);taxied to staff thanking meal for regional bash a few months ago. excellent menu, slight worry as girlfiend is off to e.r. for ear pains unbearability.
return home, girlfiend diagnosed with otitis externa with bonus unknown affliction, w/ a possibility of either ringworm or bacterial infection. lab results of culture to on tuesday.
girlfiend later asked to be exam patient in federal doctor's exam.
watched first blood.
monday: celebrate descent of holy ghost by overindulging in celebratory familial brunch as combined mother's day/father's birthday treat. girlfiend unable tosleep or do anyrthing due to pain. visit to the e.r. exam reveals drains from a twenty year old adenoids operation still in ear conduit, which caused repeated infection.
after removal, right eardrum is revealed to be also pierced. participation in federal exam discouraged. stronger painkillers and antibiotics obtained.
made four t-shirts.
goodnight.

feel better

elmst668@yahoo.com — Wed, 07 May 2008 17:58:56 GMT

becasue all i need is work. proper work. it fills me with something.
anyway.
finished yes. move over brett easton ellis, berhard pawned you american psycho in yes. 170 pages, at the most seven phrases, and the humanity, oh the humanity. well obviously agota could not be wrong.
on to planet of slums.

yes: a man, suffering from depression, visits a friend to talk to him, meets a woman as depressed as him, sort of befriedns her but that fails rather miserably, and realises she has been brought to his neck of the woods to die. then shem commits suicide, and he had completely forgotten that she had said she would.
end story.
goodnight

dear livejournal thank you

elmst668@yahoo.com — Tue, 06 May 2008 21:46:13 GMT

two more nightmares
i live in a house among other houses, they are all very tall, and rather dated. the rooms are small and dark, crowded and ineffectual. my closest neighbour (no more than five meters) has two young daughters (5 and 9?). as i look out of the window i see them playing on a balustrade-less balcony. i think nothing of it. later, i look out of the window again. with a sickening feeling in me i see the older (?) il alone on the ledge. she vaguely tries to balance on a small block of wood, then steps off the ledge. i instantly know she will be killed, and that the isght will be more than i can bear. i turn awaywhen she is about to hit the ground (i think someone is with me, possibly girlfiend, i seem to recall preventing someone from seeing this). as i look down at the girls corpse, i notice her sister's body is down there too. as i look further, i notice two other bodies in my won garden. there are strange clothes near the corpses, on piece apiece. in a state of mounting agitation i try to find the phone to call for help. when i find it, it seems to be made of reinforced cardboard, and just as effective. various memebers of my family (i remember sister specifically) choose this precise moment to talk to me of something rahter dramatic, but nowhere near as bad as what i have witnessed. i shout at themsomething i realise is hurtful, and become hysteric. i never leave the house.
i wake up. it is barely 11 pm.
second dream that night: in a derelict school. no windows. grey carpet with child-sized coloured footprints. i am in the school with various people from my past. our activities: find random people, beat them up and execcute them mob-style. if they run away, we run them down in our car on the school ground.
no question here, it is gta. i remeber thinking it in the dream, which is odd, since i have never played the game.

finished pater laius. on to yes, by bernhard, a favourite of agota kristof's. i can see why.

i had a nightmare

elmst668@yahoo.com — Mon, 05 May 2008 17:46:58 GMT

a rather short but fun packed weekend. the wicker man (spoiler: nicolas cage gets burned alive) bank stuff late birthday card (cousin's pregnant) and another satoshi kon film (parpika) which was really good. very close to paranoia agent, but concentrated in film format, which might explain the nightmare, or it could be the unripe rhubarb in the crumble. shame really, for it was possibly the best crumble's crumble i ever made.
finished stars of compstella (christianity, greek philosophers and mathematicians, freemasons and everyone in the buiding industry basically stole everything they know from the druids). finished hoax, which is pretty good if a bit outdated, and onto the slough of the hermaphrodite, which might be affecting me more than i let on.
i spent all night dreaming of of grandma and grandad. i was crying all night in my dream. still feel like crying now. so a full day out of two of hr conflict management course is probably not enjoyed at it's full fun potential when you fight back tears on the hour journey there, chugging english breakfast just to desperately try to do something about the horrible sense of loss. said nothing to girlfiend, because a sad look, a little story and a cuddle leading to a happy solution are not applicable in this case. rather the medecine does NOT WORK. had to tell her something was wrong because i look like shit and all day crying. did not tell her what. this is between you and me livejournal. dear circuits and servers you understand me so well.
weather continues fine. balmy wind rather soothing

work on a saturday

elmst668@yahoo.com — Sat, 03 May 2008 16:50:42 GMT

bach partita no.3 in e dur bwv 1006 = crack cocaine

big combo

elmst668@yahoo.com — Thu, 01 May 2008 07:36:33 GMT

work day and ascencion: the workplace's openmindedness, melding the profane and the religious, and screwing employees out of a holiday. except it did not work, seeing the the council is being pressured by the grumbling, seething mass of its employees. so we got voted an extra day, and a cash bonus. and a flaming editorial in the regional paper.
bumbling through starts of compostella, had forgotten how much the french loved the rusticity of their language, and their own gaulishness.
taking breaks in kursagi corpse delivery. ultra heaven was ace, if a bit extreme at times due to to local exterior influences. but truely a good read and a good lokk. kurosagi is just for fun. dark dark dark
off to p. for yogurts

dear livejournal

elmst668@yahoo.com — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:10:18 GMT

for my birthday i received (inn chron. order):
a book i had ordered
a pair of isa bodywear boxer shorts (make me look like a scandinavian model w/more hairs)
450 grams of blondel nougat waifers
a hair and beardcut
a leg massage (left)
a syringe (sterile)
a fruit of the medlar tree
a tube of peskindol
a private rendering of nidi 2
a bottle of chouffe blonde beer with two toxicity add-ons elasticated to it
a du balais game
a book on garden gnomes
money

all good what? also : tourte: 1, my friends: 0

finished the day of an opritchnik. repuslive as always, sorokine. but it did make sense for a change. onto the children of compostella

little pleasures

elmst668@yahoo.com — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 21:23:20 GMT

connecting someone who does not speak my languages.
discovering that the record you bought blah-blah-blah my pleasure today was short-lived; after advancing in a season of machettes, by the author of the nakedness of life (in short: rwanda 1994 genocide), i discover the only party rich enough or interested enough in putting up billboards for the next election (main theme: making getting nationality harder), is the ultra-right wing neo-nazi party, which also happens to be the most popular, particularly with those of left-wing obedience, for some reason.
jokes aside, i'm really scared. how far away are we from civil war and genocide right here? i know my own country next door is even closer. a sword to my refugee and immigrant friends : unless you are rich, avoid western europe (i would not advise central or easter europe either): go north, run to the hills.
good, as it where, night
see, this is the billboard: there are the passports, and there are the filthy, dirty criminal foreign hands grabbing at them. now imagine this in one meter by two, every five meters in the street.

todays new word

elmst668@yahoo.com — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:42:26 GMT

INTERAHAMWE
as in
"an interahamwe, when he caught a pregnant tutsi, started by piercing her stomach with a blade. even the spotted hyena with it's canines does not imagine such vices..."
also, it literally means "unity"
and sort of begs the question WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING AND THINKING IN APRIL 1994?

just a thought.

venal : or love in W.2.

elmst668@yahoo.com — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 10:54:23 GMT

maisie's a blonde, dilly dilly,
my true love was red,
but when it gets dark, dilly dally,
she'll do instead.

(W2= london borough = )

this is britain

elmst668@yahoo.com — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:24:59 GMT

it is not. but it feels like it.
lots of rain. girlfiend depressed and working.
pleasantly surprised by ruppert and mulot

which is genuinely funny, and truly revolting, in a very french fashion.
also:
financial : or i'm proud of my little girl
she has a charge accont at fortnum's,
her bank book never shows a red,
her life assurance dues are paid for,
and, take a look, he's nearly dead.

then some

elmst668@yahoo.com — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:51:52 GMT

fumetto was and
might have eaten slightly more brown bread than would have been good for me, but seriously, the fair was awesome. lots of exhibitions, lots of comic book authors, not too much financial pressure, yes nice.
and also a reason for being out of l. during it's "carnival" (which use to be the sun fete, which was rather ridiculous after twenty years straight of rain through it).

also, to kick off the week, a sampling from chapter of searle's back to the slaughterhouse (verse by kaye webb):

traditional: or thank the lord it's nearly over
say i'm weary; say i'm sad;
say that wealth and health have missed me.
and if you seek a reason - add
jenny kissed me
(scans to follow if i'm good)
goodnight

yay for church sales

elmst668@yahoo.com — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 13:02:46 GMT

seriously yay. a church seems to be the ecact kind of setting for a little second hand/coffee and cake sale and oops it sort of reminds me jesus got upset about that once.
howevergirlfiend scored about six books, i got three, and we got our fille of scones, little sandwiches and fruit cake (the english type, soaked in something strong)
but the setting was the best. typical anglican wood and whitewash with a few touches of golden, with the pews all moved to provide a central café area, and various pew-cordoned off areas to the sides, by subject: clothes, books, the rest.
bought a biography of william shatner bio for mother's day. that is sorted.

not looking forward to tonight's charioty evening. you would think a band called the popops would not need charity with the wealth of implications and double entendres possible, but they do (costumes are expensive, and tripping over your own trousers drunk or falling asleep in the gutter drunk or drunkenly brawling with neighbouring guggens puts a lot of wear and tear on them)
the gold frogging just about visible on the sleeve cuff is rather indicative of the whole style of the thing, really - also, a female to male ration of 1.
so because the first year was a success with it's chinese fondue a gogo formula
it was scrapped the second year in favour of a bar and music evening with two other guggens, which failed rather terribly and left our friends the popops in the red for new duds. so it only follows logic that they should try again something new this year, possibly something cheap and nasty and plentiful, hence the pasta festival
the pastafest is getting to be a staple of the rural bashes, since all you need is to boils copious amount of water in wich to throw as much cheap-o pasta as you can, and 5 litre army grade pasta sauces in the usual five falvours (tomato, pesto, carbonara, unnamed cheese and curry) and throw the lot at the waiting public. there is a dessert buffet though, but if you've relosved to do the least possible in a pastafest, it is not usually because you've decided to outdo yourself on desserts. i am just saying.
i will probably leave early, after the music.

urban decoding

elmst668@yahoo.com — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 15:45:27 GMT

went to b. w/mother. coffee, communications museum (rather obvious), food and more coffee (a dolcetto is a shot of expresso and a shot of sweetened condensed milk, in case you were not jittery enough), and the botanical gardens (after an intersting ramble on b.' bridges, w/weens in the parks loading up bongs) botanical gardens rather okay, nice glasshouses, good use of impractical terrain, nice choice of plants.

finished a brief history of the car bomb, on to le nu dans la vie, because someting happened in rwanda in 1994 (50K killed ou of 59) and i need to find out little more about it.
meal at lorenzaccio's tonight, he's going to feed 10 (expecting chaos there) and do is going to announce her pregnancy. glad to have a few boys around (lorezaccio' not included).
tomorrow: other stuff

ppp

elmst668@yahoo.com — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 14:55:23 GMT

pancakespizzaproduction
pancakes
two shirts: grow old or die trying/ a tube-full of happinesstm
pizza
hard to not overdo it

it is a sad day but in the end we got what we deserved

elmst668@yahoo.com — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 09:47:27 GMT

[insert tattered and soiled red white green flag at half-mast here]
as we watch our country descend into fascism, idiocy and misery.
god have mercy on us, not that he would have any reason to.

musicmusicmusic

elmst668@yahoo.com — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 15:54:11 GMT

coffee-lovers:

alos: la gale and malikah beyrouth at the moloko. getting old, these low-sapce, low-public early start early finish concert hit the spot. it helps if the girls on stage kick ass. these did. myspace refs not provided because of decency.
looking forward to doing nothing for a week.
tomorro of to P. for yogurts and snow.

saloperies d'éléctions

elmst668@yahoo.com — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 19:35:26 GMT

ON VA TOUS MOURIR!

elmst668@yahoo.com — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:45:47 GMT

we have never had so many different types of fat in the house. we now have two types of ghee, for starters.
i really like the tunes by stimmhorn were christian lies an accordeon on his knees (sideways) nad jerks them and it. it is a pretty awesome baseline

oops i did it again

elmst668@yahoo.com — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:16:07 GMT

skipped from pilgrim to the solitary gourmet by taniguchi. i never got hooked on his best known stuff, despite in being award winning (seriously), but this story about a lone wolf in the city, tripping out on the rustic food he encounters... quite beautiful in a sense.
also, i give you bandana colour code
and voila. remember boys and girls: left pocket is passive, right is active (which sort of bears the question, what orientation was the punkish fourteen year old we saw at work today, with a black and white bandanna in the left pocket, and a dark red one in the left? i'm sure glad she knows her own preferences so well)

back to the old freezerinos

elmst668@yahoo.com — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 10:08:20 GMT

i have pinpointed my problem and it lies in people, specifically talking to people; this causes much complications (not in a good sense), frustrations and achieves nothing. this became evident in particular with trying to share my wonderfully insightful ideas with the directress.
still hopping from pilgrim at tinker creek, which despite seeming boring has the addictive quality of literary crack, the faits divers book, and the lain artbook wich is so beautiful.
today, a trip to p. for yogurts and cheese and because it would not be funny only going to the bakabeyon w/ full training regalia and temperature controlled container, it is also snowing.
heimatkläge was interesting, mostly for the depiction of the three main characters, all of which were partially buffoons, but some are really impressive buffoons
(see http://www.stimmhorn.ch/english/e_infos.html ... the man christian is actually able to reproduce the sound of a daxophone with his voice.)

also wish to see

elmst668@yahoo.com — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 10:23:03 GMT

heimatklänge

beautiful

elmst668@yahoo.com — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 10:06:53 GMT

day : sunshine and blue sky and crisp air
music : lust lust lust - raveonettes / tempo tempo - blackmail / mountain battles - the breeders
books : lain illustrations - ABe yoshitoshi

things are good
next up - media weeding ^_^

cold and dissociated

elmst668@yahoo.com — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 17:45:40 GMT

mineral, gaseous, concrete rust are what i feel related to
sunshine hardly warming
plugged into them, mostly because have you noticed how people SOUND stupid, whether on the cellphone, speaking or on the net?

came back to find apprtement sparkling clean: girlfiend has done ALL of the housecleaning on her own. forgot she had it in her. i forgive her "every"thing.