February 2009
1 post
ever so quiet....
Which is funny. It means things are good, this time.
I have a blonde mohawk. I have a new job. I have a new life. I love it.
It’s amazing how much negativity other people can bring into your life should you choose to allow them into it. The most amazing power a person has is silence. The most powerful word anyone has in their vocabulary is “no”.
November 2008
3 posts
great one.
http://www.process.org/discept/2008/04/07/compassion/#more-27
words of wisdom.
fat city (slight return)
I musta been near, unclear Its dark as hell and hot in here But I’m ready for the stroll- So release me so I can find- The couple comes over, I fear- That they’ll lead me to the garden Where anything I want is close Everything I wanted most Nathan runs a little river- Cathy gets high- Joey got arrested when he messed up Round about sixteen times- Why you take from a giver? Why you...
love don't mean a thing but 2 a.m. and a telephone...
Thanksgiving was awesome.
The happiest times of my life have been the ones where I feel like I’m spinning out of control busy. I love living at 300 MPH and get awfully crabby when I can’t.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being wasn’t too good. I may give it another chance but I hated it.
I’m glad when Philadelphia wins, because it means people are not going to be grouchy...
October 2008
2 posts
born wrapped in plastic
sometimes I wonder what all this is supposed to hold.
you hear a cheery tune on the canned music at your job, look outside and see parents outside divorce court screaming and throwing things at each other while the kid wanders off in tears.
you take a walk down the street and someone randomly calls you a faggot.
you wake up with the sinking feeling that you don’t know exactly how you...
been a while!!! noo hard drive.
It’s been a funny couple of months. Funny as in, “the milk smells funny”, not “sarah palin is winking at me while talking about economics” funny.
But my computer is back. Lovely jubbly. Now everyone can find out firsthand what a twat I am, rather than hearing from a friend….
In other news, this is actually very funny— from Jim Marcus on the Die Warzau...
May 2008
2 posts
it's troo
sitting @ coffee company with Annikah. Old woman says “Obama would never do anything to help with the crisis in …. wait for it…. wait for it…. Malomar.” Yes, Malomar. *seizures* MYANmar. MALOMAR is a fucking CANDY BAR. Guuuuh. Ow. Brains. Hurting. People are smart.
finals.
in more ways than one. the moving hurts. the working hurts. the thinking hurts. but it’s a good burn. I feel like a walking shadow. I kind of like it.
April 2008
14 posts
karen gave me books
neruda and others. I loved them. she’s wonderful
stay for a while
I am so ready to finish this zine idea me and annika have been working on. I tend to write in clumps. I just clumped, so to speak. That sounds disgusting. Never say that out loud.
dirty epic
sweet in winter sweet in rain. shake well before use she said. you never touch me anymore this way. connector in. receiver out. you let me in through the back door. ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to romford. ride the sainted rhythms. sweet in winter sweet in rain. shake well before use she said. you never touch me anymore this way. oh no. connector connector connector...
does god only love a man who loses?
I got a great compliment today from my modern art teacher. Made me smile. I also got the new Nick Cave, and it is good. Go buy it. I want to run away somewhere for the summer. I don’t care where, actually. Just somewhere I’ve never been. I’m afraid to go alone, though, so I really doubt it would happen… but we can think about it, no? *addresses the empty room*
Philadelphia
is like an old pair of sneakers for me. some of the happiest moments of my life have been on the keystone to philadelphia, in spring, waiting in anticipation of things to come. I love travelling by train and I suspect I always will. Granted, I did a lot of weird shit here, with a lot of weirder people. …but it was FUN!
a pair of brown eyes
One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox johnny sang About a thing called love And its how are you kid and whats your name And how would you bloody know? In blood and death neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some...
weird: the new normal.
God, I hate the new “experimental” music scene. There’s this guy, I think his name is M***…. He sucks. People like him suck. The music they make sucks, and I’ve heard more intelligent and open minded conversations and ideas tossed around between badgers and bricks. and they seem to have some kind of rancid spawning pool in this area. instant indie band formula....
Too much to ask?
“Smart, creative Kathleen Hanna type for girlfriending. No funny Jesus stuff or 3AM I’m-going-to-kill-you phone calls, though.”
March 2008
10 posts
people: can't live with them, can't forcibly...
I booked a trip to Chicago today, for the end of my semester gift to myself. I would be the first person on Earth to tell you that I did not particularly enjoy my time there: it’s expensive, mean, and there are two seasons (OMG hot and OMG-I’m-dying cold). Still, I made some very good friends during my time there, and I miss them, especially since home turned out to be such a...
what?
Black Guy Asks Nation For Change
accept no imitations. unless they're really,...
which is exactly how I feel about Interpol (joy division) and She Wants Revenge (Bauhaus.) although I have to question the sincerity constantly….
“I found that, through the use of language, I was writing God into existence....”
– Nick Cave, from the lecture “The Secret Life of the Love Song.” i swear I’ll stop posting this shit today…
various thoughts for the night.
It’s said you have to invite a vampire in, for them to do any damage. It’s also said a hallmark of a vampire’s visit is a consistent and residual longing for the vampire. Makes a weird kind of sense to me. You don’t share something as intimate as blood without repercussions. You can think about that both literally and metaphorically. I know a few vampires. I guess I long...
long swims, bits from a letter that never got...
I can remember this time, right? It was the summer before I left. You, me, Charlotte and Josh Duncan went to this house out in the middle of nowhere. We had alcohol, I’m sure of it, but not much, maybe just a few sneaky cans of Pabst or whatever we had resigned ourselves to; we weren’t looking for Booze & Drinking, though, it was just the parsley sprig on the plate, I...
if you don't know, now you know.
go out and buy these. Now. And we’ll talk about them in the comments… The Gutter Twins—Saturnalia The Twilight Singers Play Powder Burns (goddamn I love Greg Dulli.) The Birthday Party— Mutiny in Heaven/the Bad Seed Underworld— Oblivion with Bells Meat Beat Manifesto— Autoimmune IAMX— The Alternative Foetus—LOVE
nick cave & the bad seeds—the ship song....
procrastiNation
I have a five page creative project due tomorrow. This may seem like disaster to some people, but I thrive on having concrete, do this or you’re done for deadlines. I have some, er, “creative lubricants” and I’m ready to go….I’ll be writing all night. This is good for me. Trust me. Some people have to wait for the muse. I have to grab her by the hair and drag...
six strings that drew blood.
today I started blogging again. Writing is difficult for me without a deadline. I don’t notice the ebb and flow of time like a lot of people do. The hopi indians have no word for past, present, or future; everything is, because everything was, and everything that will be is, too. I can relate to this blurriness. So this blog will be the lighthouse to this drunken sailor. Maybe I’ll see...