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Sunday, July 20, 2003

I've decided to change my web log from Blogger to Live Journal. I thought it would be a fun change. So, if you happen to check this page directly--here is the new link. Bye Bye Blogger.
posted by dan storchan on 12:40 PM

Thursday, July 17, 2003

Well, finished up my classes for my MA at the New School. For my last class, I decided to make a music video for this Piebald song, "American Hearts" that has been giving me the shivers for the past few months. So take a look at the project, and if you get a chance let me know what you think.

One thing to keep in mind is that the QuickTime doesn't look so hot. If you'd like a good copy of the video send me an email. I'm also hoping to put together some sort of preview for the Zeke video I made for my AVID class.

Come out to Fahrenheit this Sunday night for the "Best of." It's the year anniversary. I can't believe I've been hanging around these crazies that long. I hope to put something together by Sunday, but will probably end up reading an older piece. Hope to see you there.
posted by dan storchan on 3:43 PM

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

In Kennebunk Port Maine the cars stop for the pedestrians and you can walk across the street without having to worry about some jack off running over your toe. But they also look at you funny when you’re crossing because you have your arm around your black girlfriend.

In NYC the cars don’t stop for anyone, not even an ambulance trying to get to an old woman having a heart attack. But when the light is red, and you’re crossing the street with your black girlfriend, the only thing the cabbies notice is that your girlfriend has a great ass and a nice smile.
posted by dan storchan on 9:44 PM

Tuesday, July 08, 2003

It's Tuesday afternoon and I'm sitting on the couch in my boxers watching VH1 and drinking coffee. Ah, summer vacation is upon me. This is my fourth summer of freedom, and every year I tell myself I'm going to use these two months to enjoy the days and accomplish a variety of personal goals. However, one nemesis has stood in my way of making good on these ambitions—the TELEVISION. Yes, I have a serious problem, and once my eyes make contact with that square box full of tiny pixels all my intellectual pursuits turn to muck. As I write this, my focus turns back to the screen so I can find out what cool hairstyle Ahston Pooper is sporting today. I’m weak. Jesus, give me strength.
***
I have reading this Thursday at the coffee shop/bar Halcyon. I booked this gig about a year ago, and now I’m realizing that I might be in a little over my head. Most of the people that read there are real-deal published writers. Me, well, I’m not sure what the hell I am. But I’m going to give it a go anyway. The show starts around 7:30 p.m. and
I’ll be the guy in the corner drinking like a feverish sailor.
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Halcyon is located at
227 Smith St. (between Butler and Douglass Sts.)
Brooklyn, NY
Take the F or G train to Bergen St.
Walk four blocks vs. traffic to #227.

posted by dan storchan on 9:50 AM

Monday, June 23, 2003

I spent the day messing around with my profile for Friendster this new site that is the hot topic among the online movers and shakers. Again, another ploy by some money hungry swashbuckler to draw the masses into another promotional dupe. I’m not entirely sure what the catch is to this site, besides inflating one’s ego, but it seems to be catching on like hotcakes. I think a big draw for participants is the testimonial section at the bottom of a user’s profile. This is where people tell the rest of the Friendster community how cool that particular user is. I was browsing around and saw that some of the members of Friendster had around 300 or so of these testimonials. Gee, I thought, in my best Beaver Cleaver tone, wouldn't it be swell if I had a bunch of people writing cool stuff about me?

I think all this wanting to be noticed garbage comes from always sucking so much at organized sports. If I had been the guy that got picked first once in awhile, during recess, then I don't think there would be this pit in my gut that yearns for more attention. The shrinks are right when they say all of our inner turmoil comes from when we were kids. So I write. So I shout once in awhile when I'm good and drunk. So I hope and pray that I'll get some really rocking testimonials on Friendster.net so I can save them in my hard drive and show them to my grandkids.

Reading: Our Band Could Be Your Life by Michael Azerrad (I'm up to the chapter about the Replacements). This is a real hot read and I highly recommend it for anyone interested in the underground rock scene, circa '81-'91.
posted by dan storchan on 12:29 PM

Friday, June 13, 2003

communication is such a difficult task. i see people talking--moving their mouths and shit--but what the hell is coming out? i'm not saying i'm a pro at this stuff. in fact, i talk so little that when i actually say words they come out sounding like a mess of garbage spilled across the sidewalk.

once in awhile i’m articulate, but those days of high alcohol consumption are past me. lately, i've taken to watching other people talk with the hope that i will learn something from them. this afternoon when i was walking to the train after work i stopped for 30 seconds and observed a young boy, who looked to be a tourist from Nebraska, talking to his dad. he was getting words out, saying things like "where are we going to eat?" and "i want a `Don't Fuck With Me' T-shirt." that little brat made it look so easy. it was as if the words were his friend.

at work i've taken to flipping rubber bands at my students instead of speaking. i sit at my desk and aim them at the unruly kids, the good kids and the kids who do nothing at all. they're all live bait, especially when they're taking tests. they never get mad. mostly they just smile and go back to plotting my demise in their heads. one time, a kid named Chester told me he was going to "tell the principal" if i kept "flicking them bands” at him. i told him to "go eat a doughnut." like i said, i can't speak for shit. but i figure if i keep at i'm bound to get better.
posted by dan storchan on 5:38 PM

Thursday, June 05, 2003

I sometimes wonder how I appear to others.

Am I a well put together guy that seems comfortable in his Converse?

Do I have the sort of demeanor that puts people at ease and makes Grandpa Joe feel comfortable when I take his little Suzy to the movies?

Am I the sort of bloke with hair that women want to run their fingers through?

Do I look smart and well educated in my pseudo hipster Coke bottle glasses, and the black pea coat my Mom bought me at Macy’s?

I imagine I look extremely charismatic and attractive when I’m sitting on the pot reading the Daily News.

How about when I’m standing in front of a room full of kids trying to explain the importance of dotting their commas and crossing their I’s?

I’ll never forget when I was at that party in Williamsburg and this girl told me I looked like Tom Cruise and it “wasn’t a compliment.”

Eh, fuck it--I’m tired of thinking about this…

(Check me out here and you’ll see what I mean.)
posted by dan storchan on 4:32 PM

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