Pandora!

I just discovered
Pandora try it. It creates a radiostation from an artist or music. Its pretty damn good.
I have so far listened to Neutral Milk Hotel and the Pillows (the latter had better results)

I've already discovered two new songs... in the last 5 minutes that I really like!
Freebee Honey by the Pillows
President Kochalka by James Kochalka Superstar (kind of.. .)
All These Things by All Systems Go
Trust Vs. Mistrust by The Spinto Band

And I got tired of listening to the Neutral Milk Hotel station because it started playingi songs that started to sound too much like country music, but I did like this song:

I felt your shape by The Microphones

passage from Kerouac's Lonesome Traveler

There was a little alley in San Francisco back of the Southern Pacific station at Third and Townsend in redbrick of drowsy lazy afternoons with everybody at work in offices in the air you feel the impending rush of their commuter frenzy as soon they'll be charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings on foot and in buses and all well-dresses thru workingman Frisco of Walkup truck drives and even the poor grime-bemarked Third Street of lost bums even Negroes so hopeless and long left East and meanings of responsibility and try that now all they do is stand there spitting in the broken glass sometimes fifty in one afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard and here's all these Millbrae and San Carlos neat-necktied producers and commuters of America and Steel Civilization rushing by with San Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins not even enough time to be disdainful, they've got to catch 130, 1321, 134, 136 all the way up to 146 till the time of evening supper in homes of the railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above the following hotshot freight trains. It's all in California, it's all a sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sum hot meditation in my jeans with head on handkerchief or brakeman's lantern or (if not working) on book, I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity and feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me and have insane conversations with Negroes in second-story windows above and everything is pouring in, the switching moves of boxcars in that little alley which is so much like the alleys of Lowell and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine calling our mountains.

But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S.P. alley, puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart. It was the fantastic drowse and drum of hum of lum mum afternoon nathin' to do, ole Frisco with end of land sadness -- the people -- the alley full of trucks and cars of business nearabouts and nobody knew or far from cared who I was all my like three thousand five hundred miles from birth-O opened up and at last belonged to me in Great America.

Now it's night in Third Street the keen little neons and also yellow bulblights of impossible-to-believe flops with dark ruined shadows moving back of torn yellow shades like a degenerate China with no money -- the cats in Annie's Alley, the flop comes on, moans, rolls, the street is loaded with darkness. Blue sky above with stars hanging high over old hotel roofs and blowers of hotels moaning out dusts of interior, the grime inside the word in mouths falling out tooth by tooth, the reading rooms tick tock bigclock with creak chair and slantboards and old faces looking up over rimless spectacles bought in some West Virginia or Florida or Liverpool England pawnshop long before I was born and across rains they've come to the end of the land sadness
end of the world gladness all your San Franciscos will have to fall eventually and burn again.

From the first day of school

Be happy. If prozac/booze/crack cocaine does not work, a
fine-looking stalkee will do the trick. Not that I'm encouraging your talents in
this aspect of human indiginity or anything.

- Jolly (from a letter trying to cheer me up about hating Stanford the moment I got there)


Very soon I will be graduating. I'm going to miss Stanford.

hmmmm

after watching myself on video for 6 hours now, OMG, I didnt know I was THAT nerdy.

I hate girls who look like the girls who have/had the hots for my boyfriend.
Gwoss..