public defense

i'm getting lazier and lazier. i woke up early to get to class on time and i stopped to grab a naked juice and muffin on the way and then i kinda just ended up in a computer lab. i started doing some homework though if that makes it any better. it doesn't. because i'm pretty sure i missed a damn quiz. those quiz grades are gonna bite me in the near future. after i got tired of doing homework i went up to the office and started doing homework again. i find that if i take a break or two while doing homework i'm a bit more productive than when i try to do a marathon of math. i needed to send some flyers up to jared for the show saturday night so he could do some promoting. then i headed back up to the office for more drudgery. really, i don't know what i do there. i think i read the goner board about 30 times, then checked my facebook a few times , then craigslist, then back to the goner board, then myspace, then my bank account, then facebook and then i repeated that about 15 times. then i got hungry and heated up the leftover casserole thing i made last night. i put a little water in it and it tasted waay better. then i watched the police chase a guy in long beach on cnn. probably one of the greatest thing i've ever seen. dude was totally screwing with the cops. at least thats what it looked like. especially when he drove out on to the baseball diamond and was doing donuts around the cop car. it kinda felt like a real life dukes of hazard. no jumping though. and it was a white escalade. and they weren't in the south. so after that i did a few more math problems and then decided the office wasn't the place to do homework. so i went back to the computer lab in the la building. on the way i called to check my status for getting a public defender. score. so i called the guy. he rules. we chatted about my case for a bit and he told me some stories about other cases similar to mine and i hung up feeling great about my situation. i'm still gonna wear my new suit to court. so after about 20 minutes of wanting to punch the nice lcd screens uvsc has (because the math homework program we use sucks donkey balls) i decided to catch the bus home. on the way home i started getting hungry again so after my stop, center and univ ave in provo, i walked over to the gandalfos and grabbed a reuben. the dude who owns it recognized me and whipped it up fast and i was on my way. after a quick walk home with a warm reuben in my hoodie pocket i settled in for the battle royale. that sandwich is huge. when i make them i usually go easy on the meat, but gandalfos piles it on. i think i popped another rib with this one. when i finished eating i started taking up some of the gear that was till downstairs after the show saturday. the maggot and rob and charley showed up and we had practice. we made a set for the show saturday and started working on a new one. maggot doesn't like the new one so i may have to tweak it to get her to play it. after practice me and maggot went to her house with the intention of doing homework. didn't happen. charley gave me a cd full of photos that jesse had taken like over a year ago of red rockets and sons of the guillotine shows. plus a video of the red rockets covering down in flames at the halloween hardcore show in 2006. man that was so funny to see. i should have ended that band before it started. oh well. chalk it up to something. after i loaded the photos and video up on faceook, i grabbed a ginger ale and laid into the salt and pepper chips i got the other night. as of right now my belly is full and i'm gonna sleep good tonight.

i hope you have a good nights sleep

thats what a giant polynesian guy said to the judge today in court. as he was being escorted out by the bailiff. he woudn't shut up and he kept going on and on about not having to pay a fine for having piles of garbage laying around his house for like a year. part of me wanted to say, yeah, let him have his piles of crap wherever he wants, it his property, but he got so annoying so quickly i was really hoping the bailiff would taze him to get him to shut up. at one point he even asked the judge to lend him some money to help pay the fine. finally the guy tarted to get visibly agitated and the bailiff moved in on him and started escorting him out and by this time he was telling the courtroom how he couldn't sleep at night and he wondered out loud how the judge slept at night and then started repeating, "judge i hope you can sleep at night, i hope you have a good nights sleep." so funny. me and jesse were sitting in the back cracking up, as were most other people. court in orem is pretty funny. i kinda wish i had a laugh track to go along with all the dumb asses that infest this place. the judge put one guy in time out in the jury box to think because he wouldn't tell the judge about his prior convictions. so funny. when i got up to the lectern i did the most sensible thing possible. pled guilty. just kidding, i pled not guilty. i think i was the most sensibly dressed, i was wearing some grey pants with a black v-neck sweater and a white shirt and a light blue tie (bradx says blue makes people trust you) and i was clean shaven (i know, right?) and i was the picture of innocence. they got nothin on this babyface. so afterwards i filled out the paperwork to get a public defender and then jesse dropped me off at school. as a result of mowing the hair off my face i got tons of predictably strange looks from classmates and professors alike. ok, i shaved, get over it, it will be back in a week. so on my way to the dada class i stopped at the teryaki stix and got myself a bowl of sweet and sour chicken. totally unsatisfying. i should have gotten the curry or the orange chicken. and it didn't really even fill me up, which is strange because usually one of those rice bowls there makes me so full i can't even think. after dada i wandered up to the office and hung out there for a bit with errin and vegor and then left when vegor left to go to work. i needed more food and no one would take me to costco to get a hot dog, and she knows who she is. so me and vegor rode the bus to the mall (he works at the woodbury gallery) and i stopped in at sbarro and got a slice of pizza (pepperoni, duh) and ate on that for a while til it was safely tucked away in my innards. i then made my way over to macys where i had my pimp-ass suit waiting for me. and glory, it was done! so i got them to wrap it up and i was off. i rode the bus to my house and hung out for a while with lex watching king of the hill and was hungry again. like for some reason i have been starving all damn day and no food has been able to satisfy me yet (insert satisfy me by the carbonas here). so i talked lex into walking over to gandalfos (we live like 2 blocks from the one in downtown provo) and i braved their reuben. it was actually pretty good. the marbled rye they used had caraway seeds in it so that kinda threw me off, but other than that it was pretty damn good. i don't remember it being as well made before. the corned beef they used was super tasty and it came as close to anything today to filling my voracious ass up. lex and i parted ways because i was headed back to school to watch a screening of modern times. man this is one of my new favs. i realy love this film. and i'm also in love with paulette goddard. i think very soon i want to work out some of the themes in this film with some of the themes in society of the spectacle, and some of deleuzes' ideas on lines of flight. chaplin is/was a genius. why hasn't anyone ever made me sit and watch this shit? i plan, very soon, on watching tons of chaplin. maybe all at once on a day or weekend when i have no commitments. at the screening (which is part of this dada class i'm taking) old man mike made popcorn and me and torben at most of it. yes, i was still hungry. i washed it down with a sunkist. i love sunkist. after the screening me and grabbo and torben chatted for a bit then i walked out to catch the bus. on the way home i decided to document my bus ride home. after watching modern times i was thinking about how important movement was to the film, not just the physical movement of the machines, but movement from place to place, movement from idea to idea, movement from poor to rich, homeless to indigence, movement from being human to being machine (or incorporation into machinery), the obvious theme of dynamism (cogs, labor struggles) and how we are supposed to interpret and adapt to change is completely subverted by chaplin throughout the film. the only times he is happy is when he's in jail or with "gamin" and at these points he's homeless and jobless (squatting doesn't count because you aren't paying for it, right?) and even in the "home" setting the house itself seems to reject chaplin, so he has to sleep in the woodshed to escape the risk of harm inflicted by the house, his adapting to this setting is very unorthodox, just like his form of adapting to work in a factory is a nervous breakdown. this is easy commentary, but i think it illustrates the underlying concept of movement by showing that expected types of adaptations aren't always productive and that certain elements within our structured environments need to be subverted in order to make them livable, which involve things like fleeing work or avoiding the happy home. so as i rode home on the bus i took out my camera and took pictures of passing cars and lights and people inside the bus. the photos themselves are meaningless until the idea of subverting our environment through different types of movement is considered. the photos don't make sense unless you pay attention to the movement documented. its hard to steady a camera on a bus. i loved seeing how the photos differed from what i experienced. the mechanical eye of the camera interprets motion much differently than my brain. lines turn into curves and curves blur across the screen making a mess of time and place. people are seen doing multiple actions or movements or expressions simultaneously. the bus driver smiles and frowns in the same second. a car, my hand and the giant left turn arrow are given equal footing though each inhabit separate spheres. i don't know if i actually subverted my environment, but the act of taking photos of the movement of lights and people and structures within the bus allowed me to experiment with the simultaneity of my surrounding space. after i got off the bus i walked over to maggots and i'm still friggin hungry.