December 9, 2009
dear clusterflock
What do you want?
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- Deron Bauman: It’s a start.
- Joel Bernstein: The first of many things, no doubt.
- Deron Bauman: I’ll pick him up at eight. He may not like the way I smell.
- Michael Smith: Joel’s Dream Date: Phantom Menace; Cat urine cologne; Deron.
- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
- Michael Smith: Seems to me the experiment almost does itself.
- Casey Cichowicz: No. It is not possible. I can assure you.
- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
love
yes.
A true sense of accomplishment.
Oh, Hell’s bells, you weinerz!
I want a Furby and some tailored shirts. And a plush Squidward.
And some of those ties and hankies from the Hill-Side.
in that case, Aaron, I want socks, long underwear, and a sense of urgency.
So much. I want a job that challenges me to think. To live in a place I love (I’m looking at you Monterey Bay). To always be good. Not to have to worry. Time. More Sunday mornings with coffee, Alicia and the Iz.
Oh…and a clusterflock cycling jersey (will someone design one for me already?).
What do you have and how did you get inside my house?
I want a new Expedit workstation desk, and a 1970′s green Ludwig Vistalite drum kit, a house by the shore, a badtz maru bronco bass, and more free time to pursue my interests.
You know, while we’re on about specifics, I should mention that I’d like to make a few replacements: a cello teacher with a visa to work here, a music library that doesn’t disappear*, and a pot large enough to hold a carcass.
* Should I invest in records again?
A snow-free commute, and a day to lie in bed and read. And to always be surrounded by people who make me laugh.
an end to human stupidity.
all the zeiss lenses.
I want to want something like I once did. Is that some bleak shit or what? Call me Beckett and promise to give me one of those yellow jump suits.
What I really want is that mythical meadow of free time just around the bend. That release from all obligation and worry. Wait a minute–now that I put it that way I’m not sure I want it right away.
You.
Okay, here’s my real real answer, which has been the same since I was a little kid:
To always have something to look forward to.
More cowbell. Other than that I agree with Jonathan.
flight school, a plane, and enough money not to worry about operating it.
to sail down the South American coast from California.
to visit iceland, maybe to live there for a while.
to marry someone I respect and love tremendously and raise Good and thoughtful children.
to finish my phd by 28.
A pair of winter boots I can simply pull on and off. I love my mukluks, but this is already growing tiresome.
A big bag of cash!
I have fantasised for many years about finding one – I know I will and when I do I will be sure to tell you.
Deron, you don’t need all the Zeiss lenses, how about we share them?
a goat.
A good surprise.