Just when I think I'm out...

...I'm not sure I want to leave Iowa City anymore...

...I'm kinda scared and kinda sad...

...And it's all because I'm having such a good summer right now.

Sydonia Bollman

Mere moments after posting the previous entry, it received a mysterious comment...
Who are you, Sydonia Bollman, and what does your cryptic message mean?

Lyrics for Track 2 (Real Records)

A pop star parade
Passed through today
And in this crowd it is a sin
If you do not try your best to fit right in so
Throw on thick rims
Look really grim
Learn the hymns and shake your limbs
As if you just had a stroke and all you do is mope now that the
Old days are over
Move over rover
'cause there's a new kid on the block today
And he's making his friends by taking yours away
That American spirit you toke
Just went up in smoke
Now what kind of bloke are you?
Since you pawned off your identity to buy those new hip shoes
"Semen stains the" "heavy metal drummers"
"Rapture rapes the muses" and it murdered Joe Strummer
Musicians lost the wheel, they're busy driving Hummers
Pushing the biggest hits to buy the summer
You noticed this if you believe in evolution
You know that change is good so "you want a revolution"
Don't sequester yourself in an institution
If you want rid of this musical pollution
Thinking for yourself
Is good for you health
Don't buy ideas off the shelf
Of the wealthiest tycoons who operate in stealth
Don't let them goad us
Download and mold us
Share the wealth and spread the nectar
Of the awesome truth detectors who are making real records.
La la la lalalalalalala
La la la lalalalalalala
La la la lalalalalalala
La la la lalalalalalala...

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22

22?

Idea for a Movie

THE TALL MAN
a myth of the west

A lousy mayor and the town's newsperson face off in a showdown. Everything is in fluid, dusty slow motion. We hear each click of the cogs in the town's clock as if they were the slow declaration that many seconds have gone by. Every click we cut between the two men standing off. Click. Click. Click.
Flashbacks tell us how we got there in the first place. They tell the story of the lousy mayor and his lousy brain trust. Like a series of short stories. At the end of every arc, we cut to the slow motion stand off, each time introducing a townsperson. They each have their own arc, their own reason to root for one or the other. Click. Click. Click.
The climax. The clicks turn into a slow whirrrrrr and the first toll of the noon bell. They fire...

N'Olens

Yo yo, got back from the big NO
Didn't bring a camera, which shows to go
that, no, I don't got no pictures, so
in order to show y'all I gotsta type.

I promise I'll never do that again. I just got back from New Orleans today. Loveliest city I've seen all week. Going there makes me glad I'm leaving IC. It was nice to be surrounded by things you normally find in your community, like, for instance, HISTORY and A SENSE OF COMMUNITY. Maybe I'm bitter. Just a little?

Evan Prizant, whose name you will all know before he turns thirty, guided Di and I around the various shady streets and local public houses. Bars in NOLA dont close. Ever. Which is sweet. We came down paciffically to see his staging of Sheila C's CRUMBLE: LAY ME DOWN JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. It was worth the thirty+ hours of driving. We also saw a play about the poet Everett Maddox, which was colaboratively written in a timely manner concerning the "fall of New Orleans."

A note. That city is older than the U.S.A. To say it's been mortally wounded is assinine. And defeatest. Scars make a town beautiful. Forests don't grow without forest fires.

Di and I had a great time. We got t-shirts. Made Quesadillas. Ate lotsa ice cream.

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