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NOTE: LINK CORRECTED. SORRY. WHY AM I YELLING?upon seeing comments section, i felt there were some things that needed, like, clarification.1. petunia is a french bulldog. you can see her at her myspace 2. no, i am not kidding about the above.3. petunia the dog is feeling much better. petunia the dog that wishes she was human, however, would like more attention, freedom and responsibility. and would like to shit inside when it is either very hot or very cold.4. the prev. post-thing was in no way intentioned as a "plaint" or "whinge". the tone is intended to be blank rather than frustrated or sad. havin' a good time here. enjoying the days here. not oppressed by any like system nor "man" here. free to be you and me here, etc.5. as of this moment, there are 34 "kudos" and only 30 "comments", which leads me to believe that it's easier to spend imaginary emotional currency than it is to type things. note: unsure what a "kudo" is.6. as an extension of 4, no one pushes me to do things i don't want to do, and i am very happy in my current employment situation, but kudos* for the concern. (* usage?)7. fashion week is traditionally a very good time in new york (for me). it means there are a lot of parties and people give away booze. it also has the benefit of not being about music. also, my wife works in fashion, so it's suddenly more her obligations than mine. also, everyone dresses pretty well. also, you get paid to dj. sometimes you get paid in snappy outfits. also, they give away booze. did i mention that?8. i went, for a time, to new york university. i found it to be expensive. i also found that there were a lot of TA's, which was disappointing. i also thought it fucking sucked and was drowning in tedious, rich morons who wanted to "experience new york" (read: wanted to think of themselves as "in new york" while hanging out with mostly the inbred morons they grew up with in various poo poo towns like mine) but, to be fair, i never went to a different college for comparison, and maybe college sucks because it is, somewhat by definition, a large group of people who are not all listening to the same music at the same time in the semi-dark.9. i have no issue with music being "packaged" or "sold", as i make pop music. i don't make suites for air organ and bowed saw. i don't make tone poems for 3 detuned pianos and a wet cat. i have stopped making invisible concertos for 4 paranoid surgeons (though i always thought the paranoid surgeons piece had some commercial potential, to be honest). i like packaging. i have a mobile phone. i buy shoes on the internet. i am a modern human.10. do not ask juan about that statement as he might get irate.11. no one needs to slap sense into me. that's a fallacy anyway. do you know any abused children that have a glut of sense? fact.12. i'm going to take the subway to work to finish a song for tiga, then try to get steve to get my data off my hard drive so that i don't cry, work on the dj mixer design, and then do something international and fabulous like go to a fashion party thrown by an english magazine with my super cool japanese friend. as the nyc peech boys say "life is something special".
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