Chapters (11)
Passed a little boy on a bike passing man on a long custom-looking low rider bike. The kid said ‘you need a bigger bike!’ the low-rider man said ‘me?’ the kid passed. I said ‘I like it. Low-rider. You got a low-rider.’ he laughed like ‘heh-heeee-hee-heh-haaaa.’
8:23PM: at library now. emailed with matthew donahoo and sarah. started working on poem for ‘parlor.’
8:24-11:59PM: did not update.
JULY 9 – 14, 2013
did not update.
JULY 15, 2013
4:55PM: at brooklyn public library. i’ve been feeling like liveblog is overtaking my life in a negative way and is a source of anxiety and counter-productivity. mostly i feel a self-imposed sense of obligation to update and because of that i think i’m losing interest. what i just typed reminds me of a dynamic i’ve experienced in failing romantic relationships. i don’t want to say ‘i’m stopping forever’ or ‘i’m going to continue doing this forever,’ i don’t know what i want right now. will update august 1, 2013.
AUGUST 1, 2013
6:52AM: TRANSCRIPTION OF VIDEO UPDATE:
this is my third try at doing this ‘cause i keep on…ending up rambling. today’s august first, i said i’d—i would update the liveblog today, i don’t feel like writing, it’s six fifty-two a.m. i got…uh, i’m in…new york. i was in…my…in maryland, at my mom’s. for some days. um. um. tonight—really briefly, what i’ve been doing—um. my friend jordan is visiting either tonight or the next…day…and he’s allergic to cats, so most of tonight since i’ve gotten home i’ve been cleaning the apartment. um. i’ve be—i’ve been—[points to bottle] this isn’t really coconut water. it’s just water. [picks up windex]. i’ve been using this to kill—i left a lemon on my windowsill, a-nd…it was full of fruit flies when i got back. so, um. i don’t recommend this way…of killing…bugs? because i think…this is…poison? um, because it kills them. but i-it, it is good, you demobilize them. um…and i think eventually like, even if you don’t…smash them after you de-mobilize, they like. slowly kinda lose their…faculties, or something. they go on their own. i’ve been getting a lot tonight, i probably killed like twenty…or something, tonight. i can’t believe there’s so many, i feel like they’re breeding. um. but i—where? where? where are they breeding? um. i’m pretty good at getting them with my hands.
i went…to maryland…’cause the guy i was seeing, who—i don’t [nose laugh]—the ‘omitted’ person? um, that ended. i don’t wanna get in…to…it, ‘cause. i don’t. wanna. give him the. satisfaction [laugh] of getting talked about, anymore, by me. it ended pretty bad. um. and. so i was hanging out with mom—i didn’t do any of the things, in maryland, that i said i was gonna do, um. which were to, like. something with my phone. um. and print out, uh. applications for schools. [exhale].