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Thursday, October 28th, 2004
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dear livejournal:
before last week, i thought that saying I SAW THE RED SOX WIN THE WORLD SERIES was as possible as me saying MEET MY NEW HUSBAND JOHNNY DEPP. but on october 27, 2004, aka MY 20TH BIRTHDAY, i got the best birthday present EVER:
beginning with my favorite jesus christ lookalike johnny damon's home run, and ending with a tag-out at first base by a trembling hand, it was an excellent game. it was just spectacular. after the game ended, my quiet neighborhood EXPLODED WITH ENERGY. people started driving around waving the flags of the home countries of ortiz and their other favorite red sox, everyone was hooting and honking their horns, people started lighting fireworks, and we walked down centre street in hopes of going up to where ortiz gets his hair did. halfway up, we high-fived people of all ages, people hugged each other, people were shouting WE DID IT! there was no way i was going to miss out on being in the car, so jane michael and adair and i ran back and got my car.
once inside my car, we turned on FNX and listened to "TESSIE" nonstop because that's what FNX was playing nonstop. we hooted and shouted and i honked my horn and we took pictures. we drove up centre street, then onto south huntington where we were greeted by the entire contents of johnny d's. they hooted and waved flags. at this point, people started waving brooms around and dragging them around and hanging them out of their cars (because of our sweep!) we drove up south huntington and then up onto huntington. one apartment complex right by school had basically its entire contents outside, with flags and noisemakers and smiles and cheers. we kept driving, fast, through a big city at night, and huntington crept on, past northeastern and symphony and betty's wok and noodle diner. all smiles, brooms, flags, hooting, horns honking, no fires. beautiful. up all the way to copley, where we saw the hordes of people heading to kenmore. but not us. back down huntington, into brookline--where no one cares about baseball--and then back to jamaica plain.
i tried to get going up to where stop and shop is, but police were blocking the neighborhood off. that was unfortunate. we drove down centre street onto south street and experienced more excitement and smiles and honking and congrats and high-fives, some kid who was calling himself "rich famous" and who was hanging out at the bus stop being weird was all WHASSUP to us, on the way back he gave me a high-five. we only got SHOW ME YOUR TITS shouted at us once, and a cute guy who looked kind of like 50 cent showed us his.
right now, i am watching kenmore square from the helicopter footage. there haven't been any overturned vehicles, but there have been some arrests (we saw riot cops by northeastern and two arrests)...there have also been a shit-ton of bottles tossed at riot horses, and some drama there, and they used a smoke thing (i'm not sure if it was tear gas) to help disperse the crowd. i do not think the boston police want to make people hurt. i just think they want to make sure that idiots don't crash kenmore square. it's not like they took to the streets for revolution. thankfully, there are 1000s of people out tonight who care about unity, and only .02% who want to TEAR SHIT UP DUDE!!! YEA!!!!
i am just so happy this happened on my 20th birthday. it was cool. and i am happy with where i saw the game, who i saw it with, what it felt like to drive around listening to TESSIE howling about johnny damon and watching people wave brooms around and light fireworks by our street. it's just a feeling of happiness and relief and community that you couldn't understand being awed by until you lived in a city where millions upon millions go about their daily life without connecting, where people have a lot of differences, but at the end we all like to watch cute enthused guys hug each other when they win the world series. oh yeah, and we like to watch jimmy fallon make grass angels!
it's not sports; it's the red sox.
what happened is amazing. and again, best birthday present ever. AND i got a lunar eclipse. AND i got a cake. AND i got really awesome journals made out of old books. THE BEST EVER.
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Wednesday, October 27th, 2004
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| Time: | 12:01 am. |
| Mood: | 20.. | | Music: | television. |
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Monday, October 25th, 2004
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So dig, if you will, a picture.
On this tour, we've been doing "What's Your Fantasy" and dedicating it to showgoers that are considering entering the Peace Corps. You will also notice my featuring of Julia Strange here on the website over there--she's with the Peace Corps in Uzbekistan, a Muslim nation in central Asia, and not the most stable one either. I mean, that's hardcore, in a day and age where a lot of Americans are still scared of flying. She's kind of one of my heroes these days, doing what she's doing. She put her boots on and went into an unknown situation that I think would terrify most Americans--including some of the most self-righteous Bush-bashers. She's really walking the walk. It's awesome.
Furthermore, in DC, we have the incredible example of people like Positive Force, people don't shoo flies with talk of political endorsements. They actually go out there and raise money for tangible things that are needed. Is that political action? Well, if the amelioration of human suffering is political, I guess so. But I just think it's the right and humane thing to do. I don't see where politics come into that.
Now, personally, as politics go, I'm going to vote for John Kerry. For pretty specific reasons. Bush's all-carrot-no-stick approach to corporate ethics is infuriating, even more so than his all-stick-no-carrot approach to geopolitics. I'm no socialist and I'm no isolationist; I'm not gonna join in on any chorus of resentment towards big business, nor could I just flat-out say that all war is bad. I mean, if only it were so simple. (The widespread desire for this kind of simplicity has really made me think I should keep my trap shut, but I just don't seem to have what it takes.) There's a balance that has to be struck, and Dubya has proven himself incapable of striking it. I'm not sure John Kerry can do it either--maybe he'll slide too far to the other side--but I'm ready to give it a try.
But if you think that's the solution to everything, you're a fool. It isn't even the solution to most things, particularly now. There's a severe disconnect between societies and their leadership these days; Bush, Ariel Sharon, Yassir Arafat and Osama Bin Laden may constitute the most dispiriting set of world leaders to ever assemble around a complex, multisided, tragic problem. And I think they are all floating on top of bubbles of fear and rage that are blown by their citizens. And I think a lot of us are blowing those bubbles, Punk Planet readers and Fox News watchers alike. Leaders follow, and if more Americans were ill-advisedly tromping off to Central Asia to teach English--or were even of a mind to--I think a lot of things would be different. Including the nature of our leadership.
As it is, we're all just so scared.
I have to confess that every time I'm in a nightclub where a band is leading some kind of rabble-rousing anti-Bush chant, I wonder if I'm watching those bubbles get blown, and it bothers me. Maybe I'm just a loner; maybe I'm afraid of how easily anti-fascist action can become fascism itself; Maybe both. I don't know. What I know is that in those moments, I find myself longing for the company of someone who doesn't blow those bubbles, who cuts the shit and goes out there and makes a little difference.
Julia Strange is not blowing those bubbles. And those Peace Corps kids at the Death Cab shows are not either. I just think of them and I feel better and I want to be more like them. Here's to trying.
-Travis Morrison
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Wednesday, October 20th, 2004
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my 20th birthday is in one week.
in case any of you are fretting over how you could show your love/ability to notice my day of birthday via material means, here is what i covet:
that is a line 6 DL4.
if i end up with one on my birthday, i will have mass amounts of love for you.
thank you goodbye.
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ps: the red sox won last night, making history.
in addition to a-rod girlie slapping the ball out of arroyo's hand and never tagging first base, the yankee fans just couldn't take losing.
so they threw things on the field and all the players had to exit the field.
and then cops in riot gear had to stand on the field to keep fans from jumping onto the field.
oh, the yankees. how they are the epitome of class.
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Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
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brian-
if you were here, i would hug you.
thank you for making my decision to log into my old livejournal and read its friends list one i will not forget.
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yankees 10 sox 7 game one. so far, it doesn't sound like the northeastern kids have lit any cars on fire. that's good.
there were too many planes over my head last night.
movies with bob tomorrow and class in the museum.
fighting my parking ticket because it's utter bullshit is also in my future, as well as a bunch of stuff for school.
i am overworked. but things are going well.
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Monday, October 11th, 2004
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i need your snail mail address.
ASAP.
you can email it to me if you would not like to post it on the interweb
or you can call me and tell it to me and i can write it down
okay?
OKAY!
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Friday, October 1st, 2004
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And the second thing?
The second thing was Chloë Sevigny. I first saw her in like 1992, it was at the Andrea Rosen Gallery in Chelsea and she was in this goth outfit, just really weird and tricked-out and I thought to myself that this was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. I was in love with her instantly, went over and we talked and connected, and then she told me that she was sixteen and that put a block on that, amorously, for me. We ran into each other again in Paris in around 1995 or 1996, we were both there for photo shoots--that was the time when the fashion folks wanted to pair really pretty girls with scumbags for dramatic effect, so that's why I was there. And through some kind of weird/wonderful scheduling snafu, we ended up sharing a big hotel room. We were on the bed ten seconds and it was like suction, man, we were really into each other, kissing so sweetly. It was so sweet, truly, the most innocent, beautiful thing. And then fast asleep. I didn't talk to her again for six years. I saw her somewhere and thought that she dissed me--she was dating Harmony Korine at the time, I think, and I just started being very nasty and destructive with her. Anyone who'd listen, I'd tear her down, really mean, really mean things were said. But at my darkest time with Brown Bunny--and listen, other actresses had talked to me about it. Jennifer Jason Leigh had agreed already and Demi Moore had a talk with me in the back of her weird mini-van limo--the girl can smoke and drink coffee like a fucking pro... But it wasn't right. I wanted the perfect girl so I cast it to fate: I said if Chloë will do it, then I'll do the movie. I'll do it.
How did that conversation go?
I called her and she wanted to know why in the fuck I was calling her. This is six years of nastiness between us at this point. And I told her what I wanted, told her what the film was about, and Oh, by the way, remember that night in Paris when I did that thing to you but you didn't do it to me because you weren't so into it? Well, you might have to do that. On film. And we talked some more, I was very explicit with her about the whys and the hows--I told her that I wanted to essay male sexuality and self-loathing, that I wanted to film it in a way that was very frank and unadorned, and how it serves as this examination of that instant of self-hate after a guy orgasms when the guy realizes that he's with the wrong girl. And she, bless her heart, she understood it all and came on board. She said the sweetest thing at the end of that conversation, too, she said, "That thing that I didn't like so much in Paris? I've changed, I sort of like it now, this'll be fun." The weird, sad thing? All this stuff that she's been saying in the press, defending the movie like that, I'll never forget that. She's the only one, the only one. Lance Acord, he's never thanked me for giving him a shot on Buffalo '66. Christina Ricci--nothing but bile. But Chloë? She's an angel, and we haven't said a word to one another since Cannes.
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Monday, September 27th, 2004
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but hey, guess what?
my birthday is in ONE MONTH.
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Sunday, September 19th, 2004
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i just got an email from the HRC.
an actual vote on george w. bush's "marriage amendment" has been scheduled in the senate in 20 days.
so while the media is focusing on the michael moore movie and whatever else is going to be news in three weeks, this is going to get zero coverage. which means you might not even know it's going on.
if you're not a fan of amending the us constitution to deny any same-sex couple the benefits of marriage of a non-religious variety, then please do something.
if you're in FLA, you can start by telling Senator Bill Nelson what you think. that's super important. doing ANYTHING is super-important, because right now, 10 "YES AMEND!" people are talking to Bill for every ONE "please don't amend" individual.
go to the HRC site> to find out how to do something. feel free to distro this as widely as you like.
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TRAVIS MORRISON (former lead singer/groovy dancer of dismemberment plan)
M July 5, Tallahassee, FL: Beta Bar (w/Iron & Wine)
Tu July 6, Orlando, FL: Social (w/Iron & Wine)
I WANT TO BE PRESENT FOR AT LEAST ONE OF THESE SHOWS.
I NEED A CONCERT BUDDY COZ DRIVING TO AND FRO FAR AWAY IS NOT QUITE SO MUCH FUN SOLO.
I NEED A CONCERT BUDDY WHO IS FOR SERIOUS, NOT ALL FLAKEY.
ARE YOU THAT CONCERT BUDDY?
i will even take people who just really want to see iron & wine and care nothing about what it is travis morrison is about to unleash upon the world with the arrival of his solo record (which i hear is going to be out on team love but ssssssh i don't think that's supposed to be known yet).
PLS COMMENT OR SEND EMAIL. K THNX BYE.
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Thursday, April 8th, 2004
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| Time: | 11:20 pm. |
| Mood: | sarcastic. |
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i just LOVE finding out important things on livejournal!
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Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
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| Time: | 2:37 am. |
| Mood: | ambitious. | | Music: | fruit bats. |
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DEAR SHERMAN ALEXIE:
why did you feel the need to come read in NH on april 20th? weren't you aware that i, whitney, will not be on this coast to drive and buy one of your books in person (even though i already own them all) and listen attentively? i'll be in arizona.
please, sherman alexie, come to boston on april 23rd. it's a better idea than going back to seattle. i am sure we can find you a nice place to read. you have until the 30th to be somewhere, and that somewhere is in america's heartland. and boston is closer to america's heartland than seattle.
thanks. me and jeremy from the club in providence knew you'd understand.
best,
whitney
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Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
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| Time: | 1:57 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | aerosmith - dream on. |
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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004
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bump this paper, i'm going to sleep.
i'll deal with it in the morning.
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Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
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I GOT IN.
HAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH.
my mom cried. it was super cute.
and i still get to go to arizona.
and hey, if you're offended coz you're reading this instead of me telling you personally, there's a pretty high chance that i DID try to tell you via telephone, but you were a fucker and didn't pick up.
by the way - I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS.
and it's scary.
BUT HAPPY.
...hey you guys
i'm going to have a BFA from tufts
and i have facilities open 24/7 for me to be artistic in
and...and...and...
AND SO MUCH OTHER STUFF.
HELL YEAH
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