||[29 Aug 2006|09:18pm]
Oh lord, tired
todo between now and midnight tomorrow:
stuff 150 BURNING MAN 2006 STATE OF YOUR MIND surveys into 150 envelopes
affix 150 stamps
write my address 150 times
insert 150 pens
transfer 60 fortune cookies from plastic wrappers to burnable envelopes
write something 60 times , or write 60 things once
"BREAK IN CASE OF IMPASSE"
WHAT SHOULD I DO
"ARTISTS: USE IF BLOCKED"
USE AS DIRECTED
man i hate packing . my mom strategizes like garry kasparov... she could fit an elephant in a Mini cooper. i couldn't fit an elephant in an elephant holding pen, let alone fit one cooler, two temporary shade structures, sundry jumpsuits and sailor costumes, non perishable foods, two tents, 3 sleeping bags, 3 bikes and 3 people into a 99 toyota corolla. nevertheless, as hannibal said, we will either find a way or make one
discogs.com says I Walk On Guilded Splinters is "space jazz." i tried setting the mp3 genre accordingly, but itunes doesn't have a category called "space jazz." stop making shit up discogs.commies
get 8 hours of sleep (when ? during day?)
make a checklist and check it (would suck to forget sunglasses)
don't forget tickets
buy a silk robe for day wear (where?)
tire repair kit
affix EL to outfits & bikes (how? the buttoneer (As Seen On TV!!!) is just as crappy as it looks On TV!!!)
sometimes talking about something is the opposite of doing it, and this is such a time.
Dr. John - I Walk On Guilded Splinters
ATCO Records, 1968