ok this is the edited video of the hour long interview i did with the amazing jenn sherry.

i seemed to have made a mistake in our discussion. near the end, jenn started raving about the band !!! (pronounced chick-chick-chick) and for some reason i said that they werent going to play but that they were gonna play in ireland. how can a man who knows about fests in ireland not know about the one hes been hyping for a month thats about to happen in his own back yard?

for more of jenns interviews click here

to see my picks for friday and saturday of coachella click there. and if anyone wants my saturday ticket i am selling it for face value because im old.

also, if you live in LA and want to see Sonic Youth play their entire Daydream Nation album, go enter our LAist contest!

karisa also says i should take the rest of the day off.

to say hi. to say shes lonely. to say shes sick. to say the world is boring and so are you. to say hi.

we never had a problem getting along.

why would you have a problem getting along with me.

i want the same things they want.

their shirt off.

she called to say she wanted to be bukowskis girlfriend and i was all bukowskis not home right now and vonnegut is meeting his maker, the butt of so many of his jokes, the guy he didnt believe in, but couldnt stop talking about.

when i was her age i was taking this science class and the lady made us take five slices of bread and put them in large petrie dishes around our house. one was in the sunlight most of the day. one was in somewhere cold. one was in somewhere hot. one was in somewhere wet. one was somewhere dark.

we were doing a science experiment figuring out where mold grew best.

i was all, ma’am we know that mold isnt going to grow on the bread in the fridge, its protected, so why even bother?

and she said, ah ha, while its true that we know the mold will grow quicker on the bread outside the fridge, unless you have some magical refridgerator, mold will indeed grow on that bread, just at a slower rate.

some writers need girlfriends. some writers are ruined with girlfriends.

what we know about bukowskis girlfriend / longest lasting wife is she put up with his shit. he was old, ugly, he drank alot, smoked, gambled, was horny a lot, wrote everything down, and mailed it to strangers.

he also gave the appearance of being someone who could occasionally be an ugly drunk.

he looked like how tom waits sounds.

but worst of all he was a poet.

ugly men are tolerable, but how do you live with someone who believes that what they are writing is poetry?

bukowski wrote a hundred books and no one would have mistaken him as the poet in a police line up, even if they had read some of his stuff.

but he was the greatest

in the world.

and thats what she told him until the day that he died.

for such a heavy drinker, the fact that he lived until he was 74, some say was a miracle.

i say it was because of his girl.

why can’t the cubbies catch a fucking break? – Sycz

just like the sway on the hem of the skirt of a woman whose not yours, some things are meant to just be looked at.

the cubs have played beautifully this year and although they havent always come out on top theyre putting up runs, and the rookies are hitting and even though mr. Pie isnt hitting hes running into brick walls in order to stay in the show and everyone is pitching fine except for the guy who wants a big contract next year

which means he will turn it around in no time

have no fear.

its april, the vines are brown and shivvering in the wind.

unlike the hem of the skirts of the women today in los angeles

as it will be warm and sunny and beautiful and totally missed on me as i was up all night doing some things that i should have done a long long lovely time ago.

and now theyre done and now i have to figure out what im gonna do about sleep for today

will i attempt it or will i pull an all-dayer.

im glad i have no kids to have to explain how

a) bushie was allowed to be president for two terms
b) how leno beats letterman in the ratings

other than to instill in them that life is not fair.

but i can.

4:43 AM Chris: you are up! wow! i was just reading your blog. are you ok? questioning god?? you?

me: baby you know better than to pay attention to that. i had this chick over from fox here the night before i wrote that and she was drunk and saying how she was drunk and she didnt care and that she wanted to go to bed with me and i was all hmmmm and i thought to myself that its rape if you bang drunk girls so i said i will sleep on the couch
4:44 AM but wouldnt let me sleep on the couch, so she made me sleep in my bed with her.

Chris: okay. weird post.

4:45 AM me: yes

Chris: you not wanting action??

me: just waiting on you baby

Chris: yeah, right. ha

me: well last night i went out with the one who a few years ago ran out of my house after i showed her my drivers liscense. it was fun. i felt odd in a good way.

Chris: that’s awesome.

4:46 AM me: i might take her to see the Jesus and Mary Chain on thursday if she ever decides to write me back. scarlett johannson might sing backup for them

Chris: no way. that sounds fun!

4:47 AM me: indeed, and then the next day starts Coachella, friday is bjork, arcade fire, and sonic youth

4:48 AM Chris: unbelievable. i’m missing a lot!
including you.

me: awwww
youre not gonna miss that much. and it will be expensive and hot
Chris: yeah. it’s damn expensive.
karisa doesn’t want to go?
4:50 AM me: hmmm, i never really asked her since its three days long
but i guess she might want to go for one day
however her arm is still in a cast so maybe not
i miss you so baby
i think of you every day

Chris: i think of you too.
4:51 AM when i read some things on your blog…i know some aren’t true…
but i don’t want you to be too lonely.

me: thanks baby
im not at all lonely
in the slightest

4:52 AM Chris: ok. good.
where did you get the picture your latest post? that was an awesome photo.

me: ahahah thats old. that is like 2 years old i guess
4:56 AM when i was dating kirstin dunst

Chris: the photo?? ah

me: i took her to antis house and thats his crazy big bong
that was for 4/20 day’s post. you should teach the africans kids about 4/20 😉
Chris: ha mmm no.

me: ahaha ok
i thought of you today because i was watching a hitchcock movie that id never seen
and we saw so many together

Chris: which one?

4:59 AM me: foreign correspondent, 1940

Chris: don’t think i’ve seen that one either! i thought of you this weekend also because i watched little miss sunshine…

me: oh you did! did you love it?!!?1

5:00 AM Chris: yes! it was awesome. everyone was perfect in it too.

me: ahahaah how on earth did you get it?
bootleg or something?

5:01 AM Chris: there’s a movie “rental” place in mukono, 45 minutes away.
it’s a decent copy.

me: wow!

Chris: he had a ton of movies…

5:02 AM me: dvd rentals in a third world country? in one of the poorest places in the world?

5:03 AM Chris: well, it’s weird. you pay 20,000 for a membership… which is about 10 bucks. most people end up renting the dvd and then “vanishing”.
you can rent as many as you want. kind of a dumb buisness….because there’s no license, credit card.

5:04 AM but! he lets teresa and me rent as many as we want. because we return them.

me: so insane

Chris: yep. the life that is uganda.
endless stories.

5:05 AM me: i hope youre writing them down!

Chris: some.
need to write more.
but seriously tony.
everything is crazy here.
Chris: yesterday, i saw a girl have one of the worst epileptic fits i’ve seen in a long time here.
it was so bad she urinated on herself.

me: oh no!

Chris: the person responsible had “forgtten’ to give her meds for 2 days.
poor girl.

5:08 AM me: the tribe should stone the one responsible!!

Chris: haha
no, no.
the girl also needs to learn to go to the matron for meds.
it’s both…

5:09 AM i’m finding solace in movies at the moment.
me: good idea
Chris: seems to help.
i love them.
at first i didn’t here becuase i would actually get homesick becuase the reality is so different.
but now, i’m happy. also the entire 2nd season of CSI
watched all night last night.

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5:20 AM Chris: awesome.
hey tony…
i’ve gotta run.
i’lll try to find you again soon this week.
so happy you were online!
5:21 AM me: me too!
Chris: i didn’t say hi because i assumed you would be asleep.
won’t make that mistake again.
me: ahahah
you never know
i love you baby
oxoxoxoxx
Chris: it’s true.
me: keep saving the world
Chris: lots of love to yo too….
xoxoxox
haha
not saving the world.
5:22 AM hardly.
oh.
you will like this.
http://www.richardwardopticians.co.uk/home.asp

Select the ‘Uganda Bound’ link at the bottom of the page. 🙂
5:23 AM me: ok will do!
Chris: the nice opticians mention me.
very sweet.
they are the generous ones.
xo

but i imagine its probably like whats been going on over the last six years. some prick creeps up behind you and just keeps gnawing away quietly and so repeatedly you barely even notice.

theyve got the fucking attorney general lying to congress. doing exactly what they try to crucify clinton for – lying under oath. i dont recall is ok once or twice. but even stoners cant claim they forgot what they did at work 55 times.

and if they did, theyd get fired.

the other day i had a fleeting moment where i doubted the existence of God and Heaven. it wasnt a good moment. and now that im back where i belong, i truly hope that theres Hell, and i hope it has its own channel in Heaven, because i cannot wait to see this administration and those who supported them get what they deserve.

next week at this time, if all goes wrong, i will be driving home from coachella.

im not really looking forward to it.

theres something very wrong with me.

i lost my sirius satelite radio on thursday night.

the stilleto that i didnt really like but i used every day. ive also lost my ipod somewhere in this house.

i wonder if the attorney general loses a lot of things with his faulty memory.

i wonder if howard stern will stop taking fridays off now that sirius stock is lower than $3 a share.

i wonder if i misread that email that chick sent me.

i wonder if i misread most of the shit i get sent.

bjork was terrible on snl tonight.

me, i aspire for a simple life. i dont buy fancy clothes. im quite happy in my one bedroom apartment. and the fact that the Lord delivered LA a thunderous rainstorm this morn to wash any messes away from my front porch.

but sometimes complications still arrive.

todays 420 day and it should have been a totally mellow day but instead it greeted me with a variety and rush of emotions and odd circumstances. worst of all was one of our stories on LAist was properly put on the front page of digg only to be removed.

as a man who does his best to stifle any and all emotion, except for when watching televised sports, getting on digg and then being yanked off pushes dusty buttons delivering high highs and low lows.

LAst night we had our LAist drink night at the Prince over by the Ambassador Hotel. such a cool place. we had like 15 people maybe 20 maybe 25. easilly the biggest group in the place but for some reason the korean women refused to ask us if we wanted more drinks and didnt find it necessary to clean off the tables as we drank.

totally fascinating. youd think they would have wanted us to drink drink drink but it was almost as if they didnt want anything to do with us. still i tipped well because im a fool.

and then i left something important there that i hope they will give back if they found.

its nerve wracking.

just like todays cubs game,

too many emotions in one day. far too many.

i took the train to koreatown last night. the subway that is. and i wasnt the only one. i think four or five of us did, seperately.

thats how it oughtta be.

i think im going to see a film this weekend. hot fuzz i think she called it.

via Metafilter, king of beers.

back when i was younger and we would drop acid and hike in the woods we’d get tired of running around and being scared and being happy and being detectives we’d end up just looking at the fire.

and one night someone said, tony do you ever wish you were white cuz sometimes i wish i was black.

and i said no ive never wanted to be white ever. but i have wanted to be taller.

cubs lost a tough game yesterday and its midnight thirty. i have a date tomorrow to eat pie with a nice girl.

i told her lets get a pie and try to eat it all.

she said how about a big cupcake. or two.

i said lets eat the pie then eat cupcakes.

she said then vomit?

i said, lets vomit of course but lets take pictures and put them on the web and see if people can guess which one is from the hot chick and which one is from the old man

i think im gonna shave off my beard tonight. it was hot today. the beard was a great idea when it was cold but now that the sun is out. fuckit.

people stay away from me as im walking down the street though. sorta like that.

dog poop status. its still there.

dear neighbors. youre so not being cool.