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anybody still read this?, i've kinda forgotten/neglected to do hardly any internet stuff for several months. Well, maybe it's time to get back to this whole blogging thing. What better activity can there be while waiting to switch over one's laundry?

listen to Television's Marquee Moon LP because you've been missing out since '77.
love, andrew
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the website is in it's first and most primative/crappy stages. There's absolutly no info to find there, but if you want to see what it's looking like, feel free to drop on in.

and please, anyone know how to get rid of that ugly red bar at the bottom of the page, let me know (ehem, brothers)
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so hey folks, if there are more than one of you stll checking in on me. If it's only you, then...hey you...

i had a great little trip to TX last week for time wioth family and a few Dallas friends/aquaintances and, although i like going back to texas for those reasons i gotta say something: Why does anybody move to that state WHen they could live in the Northwest? i mean august just plane sucks in texas, am i right? Well for thse of you still forgetting you have options in life, i will now segue into my next topic.

My hair.

Yes, i gave myself the old Andrew Rudd clippers to the scalp hair cut the other day, only this time something unexpected happened. Going for a swipe around my right ear, the comb attachment (a tasteful 3/4 inch) sprung loose, launching across the bathroom to my surprise. But thankfully i have a strangely quick survival instinct and pulled away from the bared jaws of the machine in hand before it was able to inflict any lasting damage to my freshly exposed roots and bent down to retrieve the runaway comb. Upon standing i realized a sizeable collection of hair had become stuck in and around the clippers' blade area and decided to clean it out. But where had that brush gone?
"It was just here in the sink," he pondered, "but now, vanished. Hmmm maybe it dropped on the floor amidst all the goings on, but i can't see it anywhere. Eh, oh well. Back to clipping."
"Bsssht," said the clippers.
"Geronimo(oooh)!" said several hundred of his little hairs.
"Wha...I can SEE!" cried his scalp.
"ShIIIIT!" exclaimed the fool, immediately beginning to laugh in a genuine baseball-bat-to-the-groin-Bob-Sagat-hosted-funniest-home-video-show sort of way. After a short while however, this laughter turned into silent head shaking looking at oneself in the mirror for too long hoping to find a way to make up for just one of the mistakes he'd made in life. But sometimes, he realized, you just have to wear your Scarlet Letter as unashamedly as you can. At least intil the hair grows back.
So the young man will have a hat on his head for a month or so, but if you see him, just ask and you might be able to have a looksee for yourself.
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...is a DotCom

GAAAHSP! i know, what the hell right? i guess it's just the natural next step in my strange approach to hating computers. They way i see it, i need to use them more if i will ever truly know the depths of this hatred. So in an effort to charge into a new realm of frustration and confusion, i give you:

andrewrudd.com

but it wont actually be anything for a couple days, so don't waste your time just yet. This announcement is more like a movie teaser. Just thought i'd whet your appetite first.
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So, one more trip down south is coming up. This weekend (friday the 19th), Aqueduct is playing a film fest afterparty in Tulsa at the legendary Cain's Ballroom. oh yeah!

But then i get to go back to Tejas for a week of family fun, and a lot of painting of the shop in my folks' backyard. This is goo because i am broke. Yes, litterally. In fact, as a friend of a friend said to a homeless guy once, "Do you have debt? No? Well then you've got more money than me, pal."

But the Lord has been blessing me and for this i am thankful.

So, i'm looking forward to seeing those of you who i will get to see over the next several days. Anyone from Fayettevile feel like driving to Tulsa?
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don't worry, you're not supposed to know what that means. So last night i went to see The Western States and Damien Jurado at the Vera Project. The states are comprized of two buddies of mine, Cameron and Nick. Damien is just that, himself. Damien played about 92% new songs and two from Rehearsals For Departure, a great record by the way. And the new ones, probably on his upcoming record, were good too. He appologized before one song because it's his first song with cursing in it, and he thought for a while that he should change the word, but just couln't let it go. Sometimes it takes a certain word at the right moment to really get the meaning across, and i think it worked for this song.
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Even in Texas it's sometimes hard to get to a computer, especially when there's a family around you that loves you, and you them, much more than said computer. This week has been tiresome and touching. Mopsy is gone now and we are all grieving this loss. But to be together with so much of the family is pretty empowering in its own right. All these relationships are so important and i'm still learning what an amazing family i have been born into. Sometimes in Seattle i forget about them, overwhelmed with the daily grind and my own life's pursuits, and i start to think that my little life is so incredibly important. But it's when i come home and spend true moments with my family, and i'm talking everyone from my parents to siblings to aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and of course, niece, i really start to miss them and see that it's not my life that's important. It is the life we live, knowing and acting on the knowledge that we are not alone, not isolated beings meant to protect ourselves from each other. Nor protect each other from ourselves. Mopsy still has things to show me. Her love for her family was beyond imagination and she can still bring us together, even in her absence. Her laughter is still in us and we sure did giggle a lot this week. Somebody said of her mentality the other day, "Perfection can wait, let's laugh about it now."
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