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  <title>eat one today</title>
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  <updated>2008-04-21T12:11:37Z</updated>
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    <title>this place is for losers</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T12:11:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T12:11:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Live journal, More like dead journal am i right?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trvr:36248</id>
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    <title>i got my internets cookin</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T21:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T21:59:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">flickr TIME peoples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/8237920@N08/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/8237920@N08/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're not in there, don't worry, i'm not even through 2004. maybe a real balogg coming soon!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trvr:35699</id>
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    <title>r&amp;b crimes</title>
    <published>2007-03-01T22:24:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-01T22:24:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AP headlien: "Judge gives rapper Foxy Brown 1 more chance" hmm, maybe the writer got her confused with faith evans or mary j? i just wikipedia'd that song (note: wikipedia is AWESOME for top forty crap, all the way back to the oldies) and realized she never worked with biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i got nothing, people. NOTHING. been transcribing all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite news story recently, however, is how lou rawls jr. sued marvin gaye the III for like, releasing the hounds while they were chillin at marvin trey's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, 2005, "the said four large dogs attacked, bit, clawed, and physically and mentally injured the person of the Plaintiff, Lou Rawls, Jr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the suit, Rawls was visiting (Gaye's) property at the time of the alleged attack. The suit claims Rawls suffered "pain, injury, loss of blood, tearing of flesh, multiple dog bite wounds, fear of disease and other and further great and considerable harm, damage, injury and loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see how this might happen. you're like, oh cool, his dad was a successful r&amp;b singer who's dead, just like my dad. i'm sure we have a lot in common. so because of that you just forget to do the usual "is this person absolutely crazy" before you visit their house. it's understandable, but come on, lou-joo, his grandfather was a murderer, everbody knows that, so he's got the murderer gene that usually skips a generation.</content>
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    <title>at least they know what i want, cuz i sure don't</title>
    <published>2007-01-03T19:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-03T19:22:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">in unrelated news, the local subway restaurant knows my order. 6 inch veggie delite on wheat avec le fromage provolone. i don't know how i feel about this. there are benefits to becoming a regular at a business or two in new york -- maybe at your local bar, or bodega. of course, i've realized none of that in my six years here. i mix up my routine too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, the subway restaurant? on 14th st.? next to the pornography store? yeah, that one i just didn't need.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trvr:34026</id>
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    <title>AN AMAZING START</title>
    <published>2007-01-03T17:17:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-03T17:20:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i started 2007 without a TOTAL hangover, amazingly. i had a loottt of whiskey on new year's eve but before that ate fish at doothy's with 18 other lozers! SO MANY PEOPLE thanks dooth. then new year's day dooth and i whiled away the hours in half-braindead bliss in various cafes and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were trying to make plans with eliza/toshi/ann/jared, and eliza rang my phone while we were in the mediocre diner on manhattan ave. just as it rings and i pick it up, this crazy lady next table over starts SCREAMING into my ear: THAT"S MY RINGTONE! GOMGOMGOMG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so naturally i can't hear eliza. dear sane readers, if there are any out there, in which circumstances would you start screaming at someone who has just answered their phone? maybe if, i don't know, a safe were about to drop on their head? something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT this was just after reading my horoscope for the new year, which said something about being open to TRUE LOVE coming and tapping us on the shoulder (by "us" i mean LEOs, GABE!) SO AMYBE THIS WOMAN WAS MY TRUE CRAZY LOVE. AFTER ALL I LOVE CRAZIES. I CAN TOTALLY HANG WIHT THEM!  gahhhh, only a few hours into the new year, i blow my chance at true love. (there's always ghostface's wise recent statement of "i'm all about paper this year," which i adopted as my initial resolution. so i guess it's go for the cash, but watch out for true love while you're scanning the ground for quarters. it helps that i'm a foot fetishist - BUH DUM CHING!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday and today, well my tales of undercaffeination are too numerous already so we'll leave it at that. first real accomplishment of the new years: CLEAN KITCH FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;second: EYE APPT satruday!</content>
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    <title>more fish notes</title>
    <published>2006-12-18T21:05:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-18T21:05:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">--the first skit is incomprehensible. ghost is raggin on his first cousin at a new year's party as the clock turns over to 2007. the cousin, the same dude who does the afflac! part of the initial skit on pretty toney, apparently broke two little toes to start out 2006. and ghost thinks this is funny, but also the cousin got peanut butter on his toes? and why'd he have peanut butter on his toes? because this one n-worda told him to? but then he put his foot up the n-worda's ass and broke his toes? because he made him put peanut butter on his toes? i don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--sun god is ghost's 17-year-old son. he reminisces about listening to 50 back in the day, meaning 2002 i guess. (that's back in the day for a 17-year-old now, old people.) (actually WAYYY BACK in 1999 fitttty mentioned ghost &amp; rae on his first lil single "how to rob", and then ghost responded by siccing "clyde smith" on 50 on supreme clientele, thus helping 50 build his rep). also, on fishscale sun god mentions running a train on a lady on "family business." then on "street opera," which also features sun god, ghost mentions doing a train on a lady. this suggests to me that ghost and his sun have performed a train on a lady, or at least thought about it a whole lot. rhat's nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--this murderer, an illegal alien from columbia, name of alex, wrote the screenplay for the movie ray, but someone stole his idea. i think, he was at a meeting with a studio guy at a pf chang's in LA, and then he had to pee (which felt so good it was like he ejaculated), but this studio dude disappeared on hiM! with the script i guess! i like that story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--redman shows up, and YOU ALWAYS LOVE IT even though it's stupid. remember that line about sonny bono's untimely skiiing death on the love movement? (best believe i go thru more trees than sonny!) HAHAHAHA then there was that whole movie, how high, where they smoked the exhumed corpse of john quincy adams (long story) aND GOT A bucnh of harvard fucks high. HAHHAHAAH this time he's trying to convince us that he's still got some of the money he made off that method &amp; red sitcom (on fox!), i think four episodes aired. HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i love shawn wigs (alternately wiggs), he's white and he's not the best rapper, but he tries hard. plus he's great at poker. he gets emotional sometimes. on "hold on" apparently his boo left him with two kids like he's mister mom (loL!). the male vocalist is really emotional too, embarrassing but i love the song.</content>
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    <title>sutras make for slow reading</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T19:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T19:29:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey pallies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple comments about the work bathroom without getting too gross. i have been here for many years so i am an expert on the anthropologie of the men's restroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. best time to go in there to set down is after 10:30am. by then there's reading material in the handicapped stall. wall street journal (the editorial page is HILARIOUS, in tone it reminds me of those old maoist newsletters back in college), times sports section (always a good read), or best ever: the POST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's ok ALWAYS to use the handicapped stall with no feelings of guilt, because there's only one handicapped guy on the floor and he never uses it. IT"S COOL MAN. he'll pick the non-hcapped one closest to the door if all three stalls are open, i've made sure of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if you see the same guy in there twice in one morning, he will say "looks like we're on the same schedule!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sometimes i leave my NEILGENE bottle in the bathroom, oops. good thing i'm not germophobic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. AFTER 6:30 you have to deal with the cleaning lady. but just go into a stall and shut the door, it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. there's only  one urinal, which i love because it means NO URINAL CONVO. i'm slightly pee-shy but not too bad - ONLY IF YOU TRY TO TALK TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough grawssness for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tatianyc.com/WebPages/cartoons-large/osama_santa.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>yoga journey = THE SAGA CONTINUES</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T18:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T18:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok now it's december and i no longer have FREE membership to the hottest yoga place in greenpoint (i think it's the only, therefore the hottest = trew). but that month of november... goddamn did i make some progreess! yessah! we're talking headstands, forearm stands, and my full bridge has been described as "Beautiful, trevor" in that kindergarten teacher voice that yoga "teach"es use. (HERBAL TEA AND COOKIES AFTER CLASS&amp;lt; BABIES!!) i get the point of downward dog now, i think, and that really happened only a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to pay! it's ok! totally worht it. but is it going to be awkward if i miss the TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY PARTY happening tonite? the corner yoga shop is now TWO years old! there will be dancing, and also children! people are invited to bring musical instruments, and also dinks! ugh. i can't gooo!! it's one of thoese things, i will say hi to the two teachers i actually utilize, and hope that maybe one of the two dudes with whom i've shared "hey man" relationships will be there. and make a few circles around the place and get a drink. that's ten minutes. then i'll be DYING to go but who shows up for ten minutes to a PARTY?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! awkward city. i can't believe i used to be an advocate of awkwardness, like it's this thing that's hialrious when it pops up on a sophomore year date to go see u-turn with some chick who stares at you weirdly and later has sleepovers with all of east quad when she lives with neil jenny lisa adn ed. i never kissed her! i just couldn't do it. it would have been a LIE. like going to this yoga party! ok i can't go. i'll just bring money next time for a real monthly membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY TALKS &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; PARTIES WITH CHILDReN AND MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS (AKA BULLSHIT) WALK</content>
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    <title>i'll be my mirror</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T21:14:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T21:14:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">people would be surprised to learn exactly how vain i am. or maybe they wouldn't be. i'm not one to judge that. you people are! ...some to judge that. anyway, illustrating this point: i have spent countless minutes (51 if i were to take a stab) hemming and hawing about this one sportcoat i bought. taking it on and off. putting it over baggier shirts. tighter shirts. looser/tighter pants. over hoodies. i just can't figure out if i can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the main thing about fashion, after all. trends don't matter, "rules" don't matter. all that matters is whether you personally can pull off a certain look. does it look good on you? and do you believe in it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this jacket i'm talking about, it is a jem. we're talkin yves saint-laurent, classic blue blazer with jaunty shoulders. two buttons. it looks beautiful. and i have a solid navy yves saint-laurent tie that matches it perrrrfectly. it's unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing? the blazer kinda sorta doesn't fit. maybe. i don't know. it's hard to tell. which is why it's slowly turning me into even more of a girl than i am already. it's a tiny too big in the shoulders and a tiny too big in the waist. a pinch too long in the sleeves, but that's easily amendable as it's already been let out a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wore it today. i thought, got some meetings, it's nice out, so no overcoat required: gonna look good. and i do. i think. but i can't help but vacillate on it. i mean, this coat is so quality (considering the $36 i dropped on it at beacon's closet) that it should look AMAZING. i should be amassing a trail of ladies like the pied fucking piper. but no, i vacillate. one second i'm absolutely slaying some lucky someone who's checking out the goods, the next i'm recoiling from a mirror on display at a frame store. it makes me look like i'm playing in my dad's sportcoat! i'm skinny enough as it is! no, nuh-uh, i look good!! this look is SO QUALITY. ahh. maybe i should just give it up to the younger, slightly bigger brother for xmas. but more vacillation: MAYBE I SHOULD JUST GET BIGGER AROUDN THE SHOULDERS ANd BUILd uP MY  ABS A BIT&amp;gt;&amp;gt; YES!!! i am already on that route. (KINDA!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH now i'm the equivalent of a lady buying something too small in the hopes that she'll stick to her diet. i tell ya, YSL, you'll be the death of my remaining masculinity.</content>
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    <title>Youtube - I"M GONNA FART</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T20:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-21T20:21:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">detritus from a dudes' weekend. watch at yr own risks.&lt;br /&gt;sweeet, sweet brian the ballnutt aka dj jumbo shrimp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyvek yes, passout records instore fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's better songs but i need to through the tape and pick em. still this one's good. i like what happnes at the end with the guitar hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More in-store news (maybe in-stores are the best shows ever?): TK WEBB RULEZ i like that band, saw em last night. OTHER MUSIC INSTORES YES. jared is in Tk webb's band. (hey ann!)</content>
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    <title>Al-jibra (algebra) of addiction</title>
    <published>2006-11-20T23:31:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-20T23:31:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dIDN'T burroughs have something to say about algebra &amp; heroin addiction at the beginning (or end) of naked brunch? (i'll need to consult my yellow - not to say yellowed - copy when i get home). I wonder if he knows it also applies to caffeine? we;l not in terms of distribution; obviously coffee and caffeine pillz are legal and so the buyer/seller relationship is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT"S MY POINT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so many of you know that i am a fairly recent caffeine addict. and i don't like being an addict, but oh well. there you go. it crept up on me. when it's one cup of deli crap coffee a day, taht's ok. you're likely to catch a cup of =coffee somewhere in your travels over the course of the day. and plus it's 50 to 75 cents. but when you slowly ramp up two mugs of crack-strenght bustelo to get you going and kill that all-over bodyache, you're kinda in trouble. cuz bustelo starts tasting like metal after a while, and if you rrun out starbucks can't help you out. even with a large (whatever they call that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is, addiction sucks. and beating addiction is difficult. so i've been trying to cut back, and i've been somewhat successful. i'm down to about a cup and a half of regular ass coffee. not bustelo, but not deli crap coffee either. however, its' not yet time to catch the hubris. i flew too close to the sun yesteday, friends, and today i'm getting burned. just like kid icarus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yesterday i felt all good and mellow after yoga in the morning that i decided that i din't havee to drink any coffee, i'd just go about my lazy sunday. (NOT SO LAZY actually, i got a lot of errands done.) so this was ok, the pain in my face and all over my body was acute enough for me to deal. i much prefer acute pain to dull pain. i talked to kevin, he reminded me that getting high is a good way to deal with said pain. how i know this. it's true. but i am not in the holding mode right now. anyway, pain is ok. i had some black tea to cut it. and then a beer with DOOTHY to cut it further. but that didn' twork. but i went to bed with no coffee for the journee. not badd. impressive even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEAVER and this is where the point of the story finally comes, today i had my regular coffee routine and IT DIDN"T FUCKING DO A THING. argh.. i guess it's not like you skip a day of coffee, and you drink some coffee then next day, and you're better. NO. you need to DOUBLE your intake OR MORE. your body is making sure you realize that you CANNOT FUCK WITH IT LIKE THAT. you OWE so pay up, buddy. so i gave in and had more coffee at 1pm, then again at 4pm. FOUR CUPS. and i'm not back to where i'm supposed to be! ARRGH. Maybe i should just take this guy's advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://memewatch.com/thelist/archives/pix/morans.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>inadvertent subliminal (ER LIMINAL) messaging</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T20:08:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T20:12:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes you send a song to someone because you had a conversation about it and she hadn't heard it so of course, just email the track and continue the conversation to illuminate your solid yet inconsequential point (becuz MUSIC IS FUnn). sometimes that song means a lot more than you realized because, hell, you don't always listen to lyrics. she might always. maybe. you don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point about that dylan song was the melody; the melody was co-opted (as covered and rerecorded later, in jazz form) by a rap producer you both love. and incidentally, you both love dylan. and you both have the pete rock song. so let's match em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later it becomes clear that the dilllonnn lyrics are SEISMIC. bob's like "i love you, you love me, why is this so complicated? just be with me." haha. this message is totally synergistic with bob's pleading, vulnerrable "country boy" crooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WAIT ANY LONGER FOR THE WORLD TO BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO&lt;br /&gt;WHY WAIT ANY LONGER FOR THE ONE YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;WHEN HE"S STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;LAY LADY LAY&lt;br /&gt;LAY ACROSS MY BIG BRASS BED&lt;br /&gt;STAY LADY STAY&lt;br /&gt;STAY WHILE THE NIGHT IS STILL AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;I LONG TO SEE YOU IN THE MORNING LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;I LONG TO REACH FOR YOU IN THE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;STAY LADY STAY&lt;br /&gt;STAY WHILE THE NIGHT IS STILL AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'whoops. just another thing to play off like it warnt nothin. it's getting easier. cuz it  warn't nothin! I AM NOT BRIGHT EYESS AND I DON"T SIT AROUND AND CUT MYSELF AND PINE FOR YOU WIHTH MY BUDDY BOB DILLLONN!!! METHINKS (KNOWS!) THE I-MAN DOTH NOT PROTEST TOO MUCH EITHERR!!!!!! I JUST LOVE CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those playing along home (aka sample nerds): bob dylan - "lay lady lay" on &lt;i&gt;nashville skyline&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;VERSUS&lt;/b&gt; INI - "what you say" on pete rock's &lt;i&gt;underground classics&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i ainn't been doing much lately if this is the self-involved crap what i coem up with - hm, lotsa work, more yoga, had a drink last EVE with DOOTHY up in the new swank yet cozy LIC wine bar and got a liil drenched in the rain but the bordeaux was BON, TRES MAGNIFiQUE! (MERCI A LA DOOTH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>runnin w/devil</title>
    <published>2006-11-13T21:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-13T21:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you gotta see that daniel johnston documentary that came out last year or early this year. "the devil and daniel johnston" it's on netflix so that's what's importatn. i rmeemmeember d.johnston being the high-voiced fellow who did the casper the friendly ghost song that so enamored karl lobring back in high school. he revieweed that album "fun" in an issue of the short lived "artificial life" zine. anyway that aesthetic, busted-up no-sheen nudity, is where i'm at so it spoke to me. such a well done document - lots to work with - johnston was doing stop-motion films since he was a kid so there's all that. i think it was even better than the recent darger doc. it's on par with crumb from 94, though crumb came off as sorta evil wehre daniel is this tortured soul who's pure. anyway I"M IN COLORADO SO MORE LATER, gotta go work.&lt;br /&gt;bye (dreams next)</content>
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    <title>internets is a series of TUBES</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T21:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T21:55:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there is no greater senatore than &lt;a href="http://teddyraps.ytmnd.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TED STEVENS R-ALASKA&lt;/a&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is coming down the tubes (aka the pipe) for me? lessseeeee... for the youtubes, some TYVEK clips from the passout records show. not sure which ones yet. and "weird al &amp; dj jumbo shrimp drink and offend." and then maybe terriblist #2.2.2 if i can get it together. definitely some articles cooking aklreaedy, if anyone wants to write something for A ZINE get at me. i should post that on myspace. that would be my first myspace "post." nov is yoga month still, then december is obvs craziness + lots of yoga, then some new efforts in the 07 for new glorious directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;df;ljkadlfk j ok see you all later! DAVIDDE IN TOWN FRIDAY IF ANYONE WANTS TO RUN WITH THE DAVIDDE</content>
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    <title>TIGERs This, STIGErS THAT</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T21:13:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T21:13:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">EVEryTBODY'S TALKIGN ABOUT OH YEAH THE TIGERS ARE SO ALSOME, SO COOL, so GOOD, SO WHATEVER. TO THOSE PEOPPLE AND MORE IMPORTENTLY TO THE TIGRES I HAVE ONE THING TO SAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE. YOU GUYS LOSt me YEARS AGO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, jk's.</content>
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    <title>trvr @ 2005-10-20T10:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T15:12:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T15:12:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i autofilled my ipod today, and i now have too much hiphop on it. granted, i love the hip hop, but the fact that it far outweighs the rock within my itunes collection is due to larry's MP3 discs and my own tendency to illegally download more hiphop singles (becuz of who knows). at any rate, i have it on shuffle, and like every third song is KOOL MOE DEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason one day i wanted "wild wild west" really bad, because it has a superbad beat (or at least it did when i was 10), and i ended up with like 30 kool moe dee songs BUT NOT WILD WILD WEST. fuck, they were so easy to pull down from solarseek, probably because no one else was in the queue but my dumb ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is he horrible. remember how in the late '80s, early '90s, every middle-aged white guy (whether in a mattress commercial or at a thanksgiving table) tried to rap just to show people how it was so easy anyone could do it and how it wasn't music? yeah, well, they were all flowing like kool moe dee ALWAYS does. before, i don't know, rakim, it was a rare emcee who deviated from the tried and true "da da da da da / da da da da da / duh-da da da duh-da da da / duh-da da da da da" flow. ok, so maurice has definitely mastered that cadence, and maybe he varies it a little bit, but hardly. it's like your dad yelling the same three well-crafted admonitions at you every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, on my walk to the train i get to like the third curly moe dee song (ON SHUFFLE) and i'm like, fuck it, i'm not listening to this one. what's next? the song "method man," which is a fucking rhyme clinic on changing up flows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this "Examination of the coincidental significance of my ipod's random sequencing of songs" has been brought to you by caffeine (R). )</content>
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    <title>George, you're the one arguing it wasn't racist. Stick to that side.</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T02:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T02:36:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mr. Bush also said it was "preposterous to claim that the engagement in Iraq meant there weren't enough troops here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We've got plenty of troops to do both,"&lt;/b&gt; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where the fuck were they, Mr. Commander in Chief? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that early on, there was a sense that someone or other had dodged a bullet. I assume you speak the truth. I'm confident that among your brahs, there actually was that sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure more than one person told you that someone or another had dodged, yknow, a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you remember the newspapers that day, right? &lt;a href="http://americablog.blogspot.com/2005/09/bush-just-lied-about-hurricane.html"&gt;You don't?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Goodbye, Mr. Brown.</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T02:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T02:22:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...," Mr. Brown was quoted as telling The A.P., adding that he also viewed his action as in the "best interest of the president."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason this man's nickname is Brownie.</content>
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    <title>and let's go easy on the bush jokes, mmkay?</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T21:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T21:32:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i mean, come on, the man just got back from a six-week vacation. just pretend you could take a six-week vacation. can you even comprehend that? i mean you go back home for five days, get back to work, and WHOA! look at all this effin email! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, right? give the guy a break. SIX WEEKS! LOTS OF EMAIL! HURRICANE WHO?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>wait, who's politicizing what now? i'm confused</title>
    <published>2005-09-02T21:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-02T21:23:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a man who runs a think tank for a living - i.e., devotes his life to the game of politics - is worried about people politicizing. &lt;i&gt;people be politicizing,&lt;/i&gt; he says. (you wanna know who's behind the slashing of funding for any and all levees? think about it this way: he's kissinger, and the levees are cambodia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From:   Grover G. Norquist, Americans for Tax Reform    &lt;br /&gt;To:     Members of the United States Senate  &lt;br /&gt;Date:  09/02/05 &lt;br /&gt;Re:    [Estate] Tax Repeal/Katrina&lt;br /&gt; In light of this week’s tragic hurricane in Louisiana, some politicians have suggested that tax cuts in  general and [etate] tax repeal specifically should not move forward. ...&lt;b&gt;Opponents of permanent repeal of the [Estate] Tax are attempting to exploit this tragedy to put off a vote.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;...boilerplate anti-tax propaganda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And higher levels of economic growth is exactly what the residents of  the Gulf Region need at this time to start the rebuilding process for their neighborhoods and more  importantly for their lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the residents, not the refugees. The residents wih the estates. The estates &lt;a href="http://www.smartmoney.com/estate/index.cfm?story=estatetax" target="_new"&gt;over $1.5 million&lt;/a&gt;. (Ask again lin four years - the time between 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina - and it's the estates over $3.5 million.) They're the ones who need the help. Let's rebuild with them first, and God willing, that will trickle all the way down to the flooded city of New Orleans. &lt;i&gt;Someday.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>seed will be ill like me</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T21:46:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T21:46:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well well, now i'm 27. thanks to everyone to the bday wishes. i feel like this is going to be a good year. when ben weasel was 27, he started a new band (essentially his old band without the lead guitarist) and put the 27 circle logo on the new record (riverdales s/t). i don't know why this was significant to me in 1995, maybe because i was about to be 17 and enter my senior year of h.s. and i thought that these "seven" ages are significant. six year olds are babies, seven year olds are not. something like that. it's a bigger jump from six to seven than between any other two digits, is what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's going to be a good year, and i'm to give myself an advance on props by saying in the next week i'll have the "living room"/"study area" put together and i'll be starting the old job/freelance work search that i haven't touched in a couple of years. and the edit projects i have right now are going to turn out sweet, especially "boat parade 2005."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer was great on sunday. when is it not? this time this group of dudes wanted to get a game going with the six of us randoms who'd played together sorta kinda a couple times before. we'd been playing 3 on 3 and they decided this was "child's play" and we should play them instead. (3 on 3 soccer is defininininitely not "child's play," it's a fucking workout is what it is.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were mixed-bag latinos and also jews. they liked to talk a lot, exhort, bitch, etc. also, they were drinking. we were running. they were not running much. in the end we won like 5 to nothin. it was a bad blowout by the end; they could not get anything near our net. we had real baby nets, that one guy had brought, and no goalies. individually though, they were all good ballhandlers and kickers. but you know, drinking beer in 90 degree heat and being cocky don't really mix well with soccer with a bunch of dudes who can all run. grrr testosterone.</content>
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    <title>yeah the hell you were</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T02:08:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T02:08:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">cellular is great it's a total  b-movie, in it this gjuy is a dumbass and he gets a cellphone call from a sccer mom that's like "i'm kim basingerr and i got kidnapped, help me, give this phone to a police man" and he's like yeah whatevs but he eventually gave it to a cop, that guy from fargo "what the heck ya mean??" guy and then the fargo guy e loses interest when skinnheads pretend fight in the lobby, so the whatevs guy is like pullin a crime spree with a gun he found in the glove compartment in the security guard car he stole from the mom's soccer kid's scool, where he fucked up with foiling the kidnappers who went there to take the kid too, and the whatevs guy just yelled out the kid's name as the bad guys were grabbin the kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, there's tons of car crashes along the way, that obviously  is wher the money was spent. it's like a bad episode of 24 that drags on forever with a retard as jack bauer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k</content>
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    <title>Hey! You stay home!</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T14:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T14:45:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Posted: Sat. 07/2/05 02:14 PM&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: R. L. Stelzer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City: Rio Rancho, NM USA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: WaroftheWorlds&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Let's see. Movie, what movie? My boys and I tried to watch "War" in Durango. Had to deal with two "we were all, and she was all" mindless teenage girls two rows back, a retarded woman sporting a beard thicker than mine giving us a movie review of the first "War", and an aging New York liberal who has a huge crush on Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt (like she will ever meet either one and they will instanly fall in love with a 200 pound warty grandma) geeze! The best part of the movie was when Cruise murdered the celler dweller. Exactly what I was hoping would happen to some fellow movie goers. Hey! Obnoxious movie watchers! Stay home!</content>
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    <title>another one (who is coolio? what was our beef about?)</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T21:44:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T21:44:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Date:  Wed, 18 Sep 1996 11:12:49 -0400 (EDT) [09/18/1996 11:12:49 AM EDT] &lt;br /&gt;From:  lilliams &lt;div class='ljparseerror'&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup ('&amp;lt;gey [...] umich.edu&amp;gt;') in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto"&gt;Date:  Wed, 18 Sep 1996 11:12:49 -0400 (EDT) [09/18/1996 11:12:49 AM EDT] &lt;br /&gt;From:  lilliams &amp;lt;gey @ umich.edu&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;To:  &amp;lt;tboyer @ umich.edu&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;Subject:  Re: mun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor I to have signed up for the cable channel, but I don&amp;#39;t think the&lt;br /&gt;MAN will hook me up with my own show if you know where I&amp;#39;m coming from.&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to help Joe.  I brought my camcoder up last week and I&lt;br /&gt;already wemt through two tapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more seroius note I talked to Coolio today and he says that you and&lt;br /&gt;him got a little beef(what???) Peace out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>blast from the past (or, i figured out where all my emails from college are)</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T21:39:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Date:  Sat, 14 Sep 1996 14:08:16 -0400 (EDT) [09/14/1996 02:08:16 PM EDT] &lt;br /&gt;From:  dmcgivn @ umich.edu  &lt;br /&gt;To:  tboyer @ umich.edu &lt;br /&gt;Subject:  e-mail:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Trevor,&lt;br /&gt;  I realise that we didn't have a serious, committed online relationship&lt;br /&gt;going, but really I am sooooo insulted. I have waited almost a whole week&lt;br /&gt;for you to e-mail me, and you haven't. I totally understand that you don't&lt;br /&gt;want to get into a whole immediate-reply mode, that perhaps the commitment&lt;br /&gt;and pressure of you to constantly prove your e-mail savvy is too much, but&lt;br /&gt;still I'm hurt. I guess you're not ready to e-mail me, or maybe I'm just&lt;br /&gt;not cool enough for you. Well, either way, our e-mail relationship is&lt;br /&gt;over, you big jerk!!!&lt;br /&gt;                     Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                          Whiny e-mail bitch&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-don't bother to reply!!!</content>
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