Aaron Schmidt, Enghien les Bains, 2002 Aaron Schmidt, New York, 1998 Aaron Schmidt, Paris, 2002 Aaron Schmidt, Atlanta, 2001 Aaron Schmidt, Atlanta, 2001 Aaron Schmidt, Epinay sur Seine, 2003 Aaron Schmidt, Enghien les Bains, 2002 Aaron Schmidt, Sancerre, 2002

Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt

This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).

21 August 2002 Pick until pop

Now it's time to party like the quebecers do.
/me blows a champagne!

Oh shit on the crow coppers have pushed me against the box and my feet are lifted away from carpet. Surprise! It's time for arrest and prison. You will bring your glad happy whore to me. I know I am enjoyed to him, the shortest model of the afro circus. I am unable to do the shutdown, the timely tweak that grows in spite of morning burn. They say it helps me but I, of the scissors, does not think them has mouths and of this fact, the song is useless.

Your new lapdog has the air of impressive, with horns of steel and a large view tank to pretty up shop of photos. I am of the wish list to open your locks and take from you a neat package ball tied round. Let the balls ride!

Smiles stretch hard my face when the Leslie pops of one mind. She is of not order to be lossed and sound her again for me hard against the temple like refreshing and candy. I hope I of you do not occupy or swade like me of her.

I have memory lost your question of apes but must spit out free. Try the auto bus 219 with flare scones and a gastank popping fresh. Splash gas upwards in the heavens. Bring hard down angels with scab chariot.

Pick until pop.

The monkeys attached firmly under my bed using a brush to teeth and the pear leaves found by me in the back grasses of the older Burnstein, the man horrifying known of the ghost.

Swing high and pass away!

Garganoth.

13 August 2002 Japan Hockey

Oh man, crazy dream last night.

Starts off with Aurélie and I travelling somewhere (think California, not sure though). Our plan was to go traveling from the west coast to the east coast by car. Nice little vacation for the two of us. And then you showed up.

"Schmidty, come on man, we gotta go!"
"What? Where?! Anyways I can't, I've got..."
"Don't ask any questions, man, this is Super Priority One important."

Next thing I know the two of us are driving along some road somewhere and you're all super exciting bouncing around in the driver seat. I fall asleep and wake up to the sound of us landing in a plane!

"What the fuck Hutch? Where are we?"
"Japan."
"JAPAN!!!"
"Come on, grab your shit let's go!"

We race off as you explain that's it's only 5:30 in the morning since we've gone back in time through the time zones so there's plenty of time for us to get ready for the hockey tournament. Turns out we have this hockey tournament (in Japan!) with a bunch of the old gang from Calvary.

At this point I've stopped yelling and screaming and excepted the fact that we have a hockey tournament in Japan. We run along this corridor into a small gymnasium, that looks surprisingly like the gym at Calvary Baptist Church. Many people are already there preparing for the game. I see Poynter and Ernst and Cowling and others, all of whom live in Japan and have apparently organized this tournament against the Japanese. Try and picture Poynter speaking Japanese.

Cowling approaches us decked out in his hockey gear.
"Hey boys, glad to see you could make it! Here, let me take your bags. Your equipment's over there in the corner."
Cowling walks away and mutters something in Japanese to the attendant waiting by the kitchen and gives him our bags.

The game begins and I'm all set. For some reason you didn't seem to be playing, but rather acting as a coach screaming instructions. However, I'm not really listening or paying attention because there's this old man in the corner who's trained his dog to pick up certain items. For example, he would put down a screwdriver, a pair of scissors, and an apple and the dog was smart enough to pick up the screwdriver. This would happen every time without fail, no matter the assortment of objects.

I got a really good idea and walked over to the old man to explain it. During my walk, the ball comes rolling towards me and I fire it back to our offence without really thinking. The Japanese weren't giving us a lot of pressure offensively so I wasn't too worried. I can hear you screaming in the background but I figure it can't be that important since we are dominating the game.

I explain to the old man how I think it would be cool if he could train his dog to only pick up change. That way when he's walking through the streets the dog would pick up spare change and the man could make a couple bucks just walking home. The man smiles and says that's the best idea he's ever heard but then tells me that maybe I should pay more attention to the game than absent-mindedly thinking of ideas. As he says this the ball rolls towards me again, and again I fire it down the wing.

I can still hear you screaming and as I glance over in your direction, I realize the problem.

I'm standing in our offensive zone (i.e. next to the Japanese defence) and have been firing the ball towards our goal and subsequently assisting the Japanese. "M*ther F*cker!" I spit out as I run towards our end. You look at me as if I've just slept with your mother on Christmas day.
"Schmidty, what the f*ck?!?!?"
"What's the score?" I yell. Too confused to explain what I've been doing.
"3-0! Get in the game!"
I was further confused as to how I was able to stay in their end even after they had scored but shrugged it off as Japanese rules.

We ended up coming back 3-2 but still lost. But this was soon forgotten with our desire for sleep. Apparently Cowling was staying in the apartment building next door (it was more like a University dormitory with a gymnasium attached to one end) and told us we could grab some sleep back at his place. We're walking back down the corridor and I realize I don't know a word of Japanese and this is really bothering me. I bump into some guy but don't even know how to say "Excuse me". I am ashamed. Cowling, on the other hand, is smiling and saying his greetings (in Japanese) to all his friends in the dorm.

Cowling's room is small but nice and has this very strange view of the ocean with many floating industrial buildings nearby. I can see the sun rising in the distance and the sky is filled with incredible colours of blue, orange, red and purple silhouetted by the chemical plants and their white billows of smoke. It was really quite stunning.

You immediately strip down to your getch and crawl on to a small couch by the wall. Cowling says he'll be back in a moment ... just has to grab a few things. After he leaves, I start to become worried again about how I got here and how the hell we're going to get back, but then I realize we've forgotten our bags in the kitchen. I convince myself to wait for Cowling to come back before attempting the trek. In the meantime I find a sheet of paper and start writing down all the English words I would like translated into Japanese (like 'Hello', 'Thank you', etc.)

I hear this music from the room next door and the lyrics are weird, it's English in a Japanese voice: "Nothing on the paper, she's in my mind." You start rocking to the music and even start singing the words which sound even more bizarre coming from your voice. All of a sudden Cowling pops in the doorway. "Not a good idea Hutch. Keep quiet or we're in BIG trouble." The way he says it is so serious that you stop immediately without question. "Cowling, we've forgotten our..." I begin to stammer. "Be back in a second", and he's gone again.

I look out in the corridor and notice Holly (remember Holly from Atlanta?) or at least I think it's Holly walking towards our room. She's wearing sunglasses and as she passes I try very hard to determine if it's her. Then I see Cowling walking towards us. "Hol-ster" he says as he sees her. But as she takes off her sunglasses to give him a kiss I notice that it's definitely not Holly and I find it odd that Cowling would have called this Holly-look-alike, 'Hol-ster'. But hell it's a dream... And nothing so far has made too much sense.

Cowling finally comes back in the room and asks me if you've been singing at all.
"Nope, he's sleeping I think."
"Good. Damn that was dangerous..."
"Cowling, listen, we've forgotten our bags in the kitchen."
"Oh yah ... no problem, just walk down there and tell the attendant you’re a friend of mine."
"But I don't speak Japanese."
"It's okay, neither does he."
Odd, since I could have sworn I saw Cowling talking to him in Japanese.
"Before I go can you translate a few words for me? I've written down a small list."
But as I unfold the piece of paper I don't see any words, in fact everything I wrote has appeared to vanish.

And right then you start singing/chanting again,
"Nothing on the paper, she's in my mind."
"Nothing on the paper, she's in my mind."

... and Cowling starts screaming and I wake up.

02 February 2002 Her and me

I've crept outside, past the grass, and overtop the hills,
where they find me sleeping is where they'll find the pills.
I've taken all my life away to spin amongst the clouds
and she is there beside me to float above the crowd.

They scream at us, telling us, to come back to the Earth,
but she pulls my body higher and I hold on for all it's worth.
And when we clear the atmosphere, I see the world anew:
a colony of human souls in a concrete woven zoo.

She carries me to heaven to be lost within the stars,
darkness creeping on my skin, light burning into scars.
I've left behind those I love to be the one who dreams
of a world with just her and me and tightly woven seams.

For Aurélie.
links