July 26, 2003

From: "Mitchell"
To: "Abbey"
Subject: fake annoyance, judgement, explanations, and condemnation
Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 16:42:46 +0000

an introduction that bends under the weight of my (seemingly intense)
annoyance:

i'm beginning to doubt that these opuses that you supposedly compose even
exist. it is my feeling that i sit at this computer for hours (slow
typer....) writing things to amuse you, then you sit down for five minutes
and write about this wonderful (non-existent) composition that disappeared
into the annals of computer immemorial. it seems so convenient for you.
you are correct, "woe is you" (with me being the "you"). why do i put up
with it? why am i a fool?

a short middle section, bore of self reflection and contempt for the
decisions that people chose to make: my grammar is atrocious. i realize
this. some of it is intentional (my relaxed use of capitals [except when
writing your name] and apostrophes [i doubt that is even the right term] for
words like "theres" and "its"). my comma usage is pretty bad. though, i
feel that my spelling is under par (a good thing, i think... i don't golf
too much).

so it turns out that both david and rory have decided that they will remain
with their respective girlfriends while they go out into the world (david -
milan, rory - cheryl). a year or two from now when their relationships have
gone awry, i will be able to sit back and smile. i will not have to remind
them of my position on the matter. i just hope they bring many pairs of
clean socks with them (a late nineties punk song - "i was thinking about you
as i jerked off into my sock last night...").

punk rock kinda makes me mad, as does the scene that it generates. leftist
anti-intellectualism and unmentionable elitism (more radical-than-thou... a
seemingly glaring contradiction) also makes me mad. i thought acceptance
and tolerance was supposedly at the fore of these movements. or is
tolerance and acceptance only applicable to the marginalized and
socially-dispossessed? ohhhh, it makes me wonder....

wrapping it all up: well, i must go to the school and learn about how one
group of people decided that they would make another group of people (with a
different colour of skin and slightly different facial features [flatter
noses, for example]) move to a different location, just so the first group
of people could build an enormous wall that limits the flow of water of a
river. through the magic of science, the controlled water flow then pushes
giant turbines that produce an invisible product that makes my computer, cd
player, and toys work. incredible. after this, i am to go to a party
(against my instinctual urges to flee) and try to enjoy myself while
metaphorical crows sit in the trees watching me, judging me, and sizing me
up. should i survive this (if anything, i'll likely take my own life), i
will call you tomorrow. if i don't call then i was lost in the struggle.
forever martyrized.

i have been reborn more times than you. it seems to happen every other
week. as far as i know, this is your first rebirth in the several months
that i've "known" you. does this just mean that you're closer to perfection
than i? i hope not.

what's wrong with writing "yours"? i'd say that nothing is wrong with it.
no worse than "regards" (which i was told was grossly impersonal... hmmmm).
i wasn't going to sign off using either today, so don't allow yourself to
think that you got to me. you didn't.

L8R SK8R (ha - a punk rock-ism),
carrot

~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~

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From: "Mitchell"
To: "Abbey"
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 02:38:20 +0000

reread the email, young lady. there was nothing there but strong feelings
of happiness. my tone again, reeked of nothing but innocence and mild jest
(perhaps cheap aftershave, too). i even qualified that it was 'fake'
annoyance, nothing more.

i guess punk rock in the 1980s was a little different then the
post-ramones/sex pistols/dead kennedy's 1990s (actually i feel that jello
biafra et al were similar to many 1990 bands. i saw jello at the west end
cult centre in 2000. he was hilarious). i mean, c'mon, "nazi punks fuck
off"? i see no tolerance there, but still, the image of tolerance still
existed. its much more prevalent in intellectual circles on the left, then
the left music scene.

i gotta go. rory's pestering my ass to get a move on. i'm going to hit
this evening running. no looking back. to victory!

of course we're on for tomorrow. i'll call you in the morning or something
(depends on who wins - me or the evening).

regards,
mitchell

~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~