kingofsea

really, its the pilot fish that is the king of the ocean. the pilot fish eats the parasites off the shark. follows the shark around for its entire life, and never gets eaten.

they are like the personal assistants.
the working class heroes.

the pilot fish.

funnysketch

today i am super obsessed with the stuart sketch on madtv. michael mcdonald XI is hilarious. and so is the mom.

bindi is annoying.

so are people that write songs barefoot in the rainforest.

goinggay

gosh. i just felt a tinge of satisfaction at the thought that maybe lindsay going gay will promote all young women to gay.
so all the women will go gay, and then all that will be left will be the straight men. all alone. like the dumbasses they are.

thenew

lindsay is making gay the new straight.
i am making beard the new shave.
lets make bike the new car
and sober the new drunk.

pie the new cake
dog the new cat.

hi the new bye
smile the new frown.

beardrock

i like the new term "beard rock" as quoted in this month's vanity fair. we all know i am a fan of the beard, and i am a groupie of minor sorts. and we all know i have crushes on people like jim james, etc.

so i just love saying 'beard rock'. yesterday in bolinas with mia on the beach, she kept saying "yo" and i kept saying "oh look at that beautiful beard-rock boy". so it was fun for all.

beard rock. oh they are such beautiful boys.

also, whats great is that my girlfriends here think guys with beards are gross. so i kind of have them all to myself. yummy.

beard-rock.

its been hot here. we swam in the pacific yesterday.

gettin' it

post brought to you by too $hort. uh. feel it niggas. i feel it in every cell.

Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game
in you ear for a minute, quit complaining
Bout how you can't spend it cause you ain't got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no it's not a test it's
Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me
I'm still hungry, I want some more stuff
Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours, and buy my new album
Peep the game and don't be like Calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
you shoulf be gettin it, gettin money
I'm talking bout you black, don't laugh it aint funny
You should get a good lawyer, like Johnny Cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no I didn't pop him
Get your kids in school, so they can get an education
Get a degree, and take a vacation
You see I got all my game from the streets of California
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Livin real good, taking care of my folks
roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
Short Dawg in the house, I know you aint trippin
Cause Life is Too $hort you gotta Get In Where You Fit In
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It ain't what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life ain't long, for a young black man
Tryin to make money doing all he can
Sellin dope don't ya hope he would go to classB
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
with the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches oh yes we got em
It's been a long time since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Get your money man
Get yours

Chorus: P-Funk

You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good, get it while you can
you should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good (repeat as necessary)

Verse Two: Too $hort

I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
and work hard, never stop hustlin
Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin
(So what are you saying Todd?)
It's time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the White House and I was there
Cause I'm one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but I always surprise em
Spend my money in the hood, I know it's all good
and you should do the same I told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know I'm the man
I lend my brother a hand cause I know I can
I keep going and goin but I'm not the pink bunny
I'm not beatin on a drum I never stop thinkin money
I'm gettin all I can if you don't ya slip
I can't wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When I was broke, I couldn't afford a meal
But now I'm now rich I can't be fake I gots to keep it real
It's been a long time baby since I first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds

i got caught sailing.
once.
when i was five........

tonight i went sailing drop-of-the-hat last-of-the-minute seat-of-the-pants at 5pm after getting a "lets go sailing" message from a stranger on sfsailing.com. so i drove to the sausa and sailed.

i was UNDER the golden gate. i've been waiting for my chance. to be under it. and i finally got it. 2 years later. well, actually 3! i've been here for 3 years.

the company was nice. the weather nice. the breeze choppy.

i hope he asks me again. its one of those things though, where you meet cool people, and its kind of all in their court. they have teh boat. they are in charge. alls you can do is smile and say you had a nice time.

wells i hopes they likes me.

happening

you know whats happening (and this is great.) whats happening is that loans are tired of calling for collections - tired of no one being able to pay their minimum rates. and discounting payments, lowering interest rates, just to get a freakin' payment in.

they finally believe us when we as a collective say: "i can't pay that right now." so many of us have said that- whether we like to admit it or not, and now they are finally having to bend, because small payment, is better than no payment.

i know this has been happening for some time now, with housing, etc. but its finally trickled down into small 1000 dollar loans. smalltime things.

and i couldn't be happier.

down-e

was i the only one put into a two-day depression because of wall*e? and no, its not because i ate thanksgiving dinner 2006 at the same table as the director, and then 4 months later his wife hated me and closed her yarn shop. no, i don't think its because of that.

what depressed me the most was........... the portrayal of the humans. i am so depressed about them.

the downer humans over-rid the robot love story.

the links on kottke are cool.

no more adsense

getting deleted by google adsense, was kind of like being slapped on the hand by GOD.

like, why do i feel like i need to run to the nearest figtree and cover myself?

why do nannies always look like this?

diggingaround

interesting.

i had a dream last night that i made my first sale to a couple. they were in their 50's. babyboomers - just like teh article says. in my dream it was a success.

i think the dream was to prepare me. i don't have a fear of failing. i know how to do that. i have a fear of success. i really don't know how to do that.

i want to learn though. i want to see what its like after i cross a hurdle. learn a skill and use it. apply myself for the B, instead of settle for the C.

i find myself lately doing a lot of talking.

to myself.

i am i am i am i am i am. i can i can i can i can. its selfish. but its like samantha in sex in the city. well, kind of not.

its like i want to do what i want to do. and i want to do it without worry of expense. i want to take pictures with old cameras that cost thousands of dollars. i want to, a few times a year, travel to old places and take pictures with those old cameras. and then i want to have those pictures printed on expensive papers. and i wont worry or save. i'll just have it there to do what i will with it.

i'm talking about money. to finance what i want. like, what makes me happy.

oh. and i really love donny deutsch. he's always an inspiration. he's my oprah. well actually, tyra/ellen are my oprah, and donny is my dr. phil.

i also like bob on the biggest loser. altho last season i was kind of rooting for the mean chick trainer. bob got a little soft. but i like bob because he encourages hikes, and natural things.

i wanna new truck.

the real job.

this sums it up for me. cass bird

bothrings

i wanna make it so when my phone rings, my computer also rings. so i don't have to carry my phone everywhere. i keep my phone in my bag when i get home. if someone calls me or sends me a text message, i get a note on my screen "incoming call" i press "answer" and then i speak to my caller through my computer.

not that much different from ichat video, but this way it would be linked to my phone number.

i'm sure that will come along someday soon.

dreamford

i just had a dream that harrison ford was trying to date me. he had recently broken it off with calista flockhart, and said i was all he could think about.

we kept playing phone-tag, but never got to go out. i was ho-hum about the situation, but all my friends were going nuts about it. constantly asking me the status of the phone-tag.

we all lived in jackson hole.

finally, we hung out. it was intense. this like, meeting of the souls. like our voices were the same voice. heartrate in unison.

and then i woke up.

reflect

new york was wow. my visit. it was like a dream? kind of. it went by so fast. i loved that it rained.

i've missed thunderstorms. like missed them with my heart. a lot of things happened and didn't happen with my heart during my new york visit.

new york visit. brooklyn clouds. rye evenings. feet pains. photo snaps.

this picture above is me the morning after kats wedding. i woke around 7am. layed in sweat on a foreign bed. layed there until i willed myself to stand. it was so humid and sweaty on the west side, that i said to myself: "it will be cooler on a subway car". so i got up, wrote a note to mary, and left.

on my way out of the building - i caught a glimpse of the colors. so primary. so political. so city. so painful. so new. willed myself to take a picture. camera face. my eyes are cameras. my face is a camera.

it was so hot on the subway platform. standing there. hot. i didn't move. i stood. and water molecules formed small communities on my flesh. and then they went traveling through the fibers of my clothes.

and then blast! of cold air on the red line. blast of cold air. water evaporates. blast. 42nd street exit - hot. water back. water butt. water forehead. bored waiting for gray shuttle. bored. get money out of minor account. bored take out the most money this card will let me take out. deliriously - making bad choices. bored making bad choices. i now have a wallet full of cash. i buy a bright garish aquamarine colored i love new york tshirt. i look at the subway coffee mugs. i want one.

and then my subway shows up. i get on. and there is an angry man, asking for money. he says something in swahili to the man next to me. and then he yells to the man as we all exit "STOP BEING SO JUDGEMENTAL".

in a fog i get on my next train. in a fog mona picks me up from the station. in a fog i, battle-worn, go to sleep in cool air, big bed, for 7 hours.

newyork june 08

accents. fastfuastfooastfoohastphacst.
one two three four five six seven-maybe eight egg sandwiches.
kaiser roll. toasted
2eggs pepper swiss
2eggs pepper swiss bacon
2eggs bacon
2eggs bacon american
2eggs bacon american
2eggs bacon provolone

chicken tzhadziki off the grill
mistersoftee dipped in butterscotch
longfords ice cream
martins potato bread

bryant park movie. dr. no
coors light cans during movie "so california of me"
"you are such a hipster" when i thought that term had died.
bummer tim russert
white wine white wine champagne tequilla shots white wine.
20 dollar metrocard.
orange hair comments. none good. me not caring.
13 year old hipsters with private school friends.
friendship bracelets.
friendster marriage.
facebook friends.
wow taxi! wow with your screens. wow with your credibility.
trains. longplanes. clouds. rain. big drops. thunder. small drops.
prada bergdorf hm forever21 soho fragments purl patchwork new museum lit
esspresso on mulberry. pinkberry on sullivan.
public displays of affection. dark parks. rain flips.
125th street fordham new rochelle larchmont mamaroneck harrison rye portchester greenich coscob old greenwich riverside and stamford.
this train is making all local stops.

nyfeet

in the bible (which simply saying the word bible these days sounds so false...) so, in BIBLICAL days, the washing of feet, pretty much meant that it was "go time". you went to the temple, got your feet washed before god, etc.
since being back in new york, i had FORGOTTEN the pleasure of washing my feet before bedtime. in new york city, it becomes a summer ritual of sorts. during the summer, you wear skimpy, skin-revealing shoes, you wear no socks, you walk around, your feet get dirty. you go home, you wash your feet before bed. well, if you are a semi-anal like me.... nothing major, just a damp washcloth.
my feet have taken the hit this trip. parts of my toes have no skin. other parts have been swollen for 4 days. other parts simply gave up and went numb.

with my friend tonight, she commented on how she loves the walking. its her usual comment. and then we had the above conversation. i looked down, and noticed she was wearing flip flops. huh. "oh yeah" i said to myself, and then i remembered how new yorkers sometimes carry flip flops in their bags during the summer. you never know when its going to rain. they also help ease pain while breaking in new shoes.

nothing major, just a cultural note.