i balled my eyes out during this scene. shamelessly. in the movie theatre. i love asbury park and i loved it when he called her is girl. i just watched it on demand this weekend, and pressed rewind about 10 times.
fathersceneinthewrestler
i balled my eyes out during this scene. shamelessly. in the movie theatre. i love asbury park and i loved it when he called her is girl. i just watched it on demand this weekend, and pressed rewind about 10 times.
madmen
yesterday i was obsessed with Man Men, and watched the entire 1st season.
Today, i am obsessed with early 60's advertising & design.
this vw bug ad is where its at.
Today, i am obsessed with early 60's advertising & design.
this vw bug ad is where its at.
anie&sean
got married today. it was a very sweet ceremony of about 5 people. anie read sean the sweetest poem by bill collins called Litany. it goes like this:
Litany
by Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
—Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.
barefoot
andy rooney just said "and of all the things I miss, I don't go barefoot in the summer anymore."
Makes me think about how my childhood doctor - dr. Russell - once told my mom that if my feet had a tendency to be sweaty - then i should just not wear shoes.
so i didn't any chance i got, i'd be barefoot. well into high school, i'd get home, take off my shoes, and walk to my friends houses... barefoot. other mothers would gasp - telling me to go home and put on my shoes. i would just reply "doctors orders".
i miss those simple solutions and explanations. just kind of like a small miss. a random miss. like something i may tell my grandchildren some day.
Makes me think about how my childhood doctor - dr. Russell - once told my mom that if my feet had a tendency to be sweaty - then i should just not wear shoes.
so i didn't any chance i got, i'd be barefoot. well into high school, i'd get home, take off my shoes, and walk to my friends houses... barefoot. other mothers would gasp - telling me to go home and put on my shoes. i would just reply "doctors orders".
i miss those simple solutions and explanations. just kind of like a small miss. a random miss. like something i may tell my grandchildren some day.
Dont Do That by Stephen Dunn
i met him once. but i cant really remember how or when or why......
It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything; Whiskey; Bottles; Johnnie Walker Red; Parties; Drinking; Dogs It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything
hard, so I brought Johnnie Walker Red
along with some resentment I’d held in
for a few weeks, which was not helped
by the sight of little nameless things
pierced with toothpicks on the tables,
or by talk that promised to be nothing
if not small. But I’d consented to come,
and I knew what part of the house
their animals would be sequestered,
whose company I loved. What else can I say,
except that old retainer of slights and wrongs,
that bad boy I hadn’t quite outgrown—
I’d brought him along, too. I was out
to cultivate a mood. My hosts greeted me,
but did not ask about my soul, which was when
I was invited by Johnnie Walker Red
to find the right kind of glass, and pour.
I toasted the air. I said hello to the wall,
then walked past a group of women
dressed to be seen, undressing them
one by one, and went up the stairs to where
the Rottweilers were, Rosie and Tom,
and got down with them on all fours.
They licked the face I offered them,
and I proceeded to slick back my hair
with their saliva, and before long
I felt like a wild thing, ready to mess up
the party, scarf the hors d’oeuvres.
But the dogs said, No, don’t do that,
calm down, after a while they open the door
and let you out, they pet your head, and everything
you might have held against them is gone,
and you’re good friends again. Stay, they said.
It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything; Whiskey; Bottles; Johnnie Walker Red; Parties; Drinking; Dogs It was bring-your-own if you wanted anything
hard, so I brought Johnnie Walker Red
along with some resentment I’d held in
for a few weeks, which was not helped
by the sight of little nameless things
pierced with toothpicks on the tables,
or by talk that promised to be nothing
if not small. But I’d consented to come,
and I knew what part of the house
their animals would be sequestered,
whose company I loved. What else can I say,
except that old retainer of slights and wrongs,
that bad boy I hadn’t quite outgrown—
I’d brought him along, too. I was out
to cultivate a mood. My hosts greeted me,
but did not ask about my soul, which was when
I was invited by Johnnie Walker Red
to find the right kind of glass, and pour.
I toasted the air. I said hello to the wall,
then walked past a group of women
dressed to be seen, undressing them
one by one, and went up the stairs to where
the Rottweilers were, Rosie and Tom,
and got down with them on all fours.
They licked the face I offered them,
and I proceeded to slick back my hair
with their saliva, and before long
I felt like a wild thing, ready to mess up
the party, scarf the hors d’oeuvres.
But the dogs said, No, don’t do that,
calm down, after a while they open the door
and let you out, they pet your head, and everything
you might have held against them is gone,
and you’re good friends again. Stay, they said.
can'tsleep
when you have insomnia, it really is like being stuck with yourself. like in a small prison. you are already with yourself all day - its nice to look forward to the night "break" where you can escape to dreamworld. fantasy. easy. black. light. sleep. awake.
anyway, laying there at 3am trying to stay happy because its the start of a new day, but trying to get back to sleep because you are not yet ready to start said new day........
thats what insomnia is like. ladeedah like. hohumlike. puzzling.
anyway, laying there at 3am trying to stay happy because its the start of a new day, but trying to get back to sleep because you are not yet ready to start said new day........
thats what insomnia is like. ladeedah like. hohumlike. puzzling.
31
party dance dance party
reflect sit focus
photo learn drive picture
reflect wedding humid
crush fall crush gush
sleep akward crush gush
national iver hiphop
cut me in quadrants leave me in the corner
audi volkswagen porsche cars cars
money nomoney money nomoney
reflect
new york aruba unemployment employment
new friend weight money nomoney
nocar no yes bike
coffee cup holder flash lense
plant orchid cash organic
laugh reflect
sneeze smoke breathe
epson salt awake chakras
clear foggy clear peace
reflect sit focus
photo learn drive picture
reflect wedding humid
crush fall crush gush
sleep akward crush gush
national iver hiphop
cut me in quadrants leave me in the corner
audi volkswagen porsche cars cars
money nomoney money nomoney
reflect
new york aruba unemployment employment
new friend weight money nomoney
nocar no yes bike
coffee cup holder flash lense
plant orchid cash organic
laugh reflect
sneeze smoke breathe
epson salt awake chakras
clear foggy clear peace
we met in the middle
the middle
we met in the middle.
how homosexual was benjamin button. so gay.
so anyway, i am so happy tonight. my life has become me biking home, driking a bottle of cab, watching keith oberman, and dancingto 50 cent on the commerical breaks.
yet, there is a part that is still misisng. it really doesn’t add up. its great. nothing adding up. its just splendid.
just felt like reporting on my status.
we met in the middle.
how homosexual was benjamin button. so gay.
so anyway, i am so happy tonight. my life has become me biking home, driking a bottle of cab, watching keith oberman, and dancingto 50 cent on the commerical breaks.
yet, there is a part that is still misisng. it really doesn’t add up. its great. nothing adding up. its just splendid.
just felt like reporting on my status.
sebastosmell
its cute how sabastopol smells like patuoli oil.
i can’t wait to stare at my farmer tomorrow. and for him to stare at me. i love it. i’ve been waiting all week for this.
i can’t wait to stare at my farmer tomorrow. and for him to stare at me. i love it. i’ve been waiting all week for this.
places i've visited 2008
san francisco, ca
rye, ny
greenwich, ct
new york city
yosemite national park, ca
prineville, or
entire oregon coast
not that much travelling. I was on unemployment the bulk of the year, and then i didn’t travel for the past 3 months because I had just gotten the job.
rye, ny
greenwich, ct
new york city
yosemite national park, ca
prineville, or
entire oregon coast
not that much travelling. I was on unemployment the bulk of the year, and then i didn’t travel for the past 3 months because I had just gotten the job.
marin comment
a quip told to me by carolyn during an after dinner walk around a random boat yard/pier in tiburon:
a woman spilled a bunch of red wine in trader joes the other day.
i didn’t mind it much, and at the checkout said “well it actually smells rather nice.”
the man behind me said “it was a good year.”
these little things make me love this area.
a woman spilled a bunch of red wine in trader joes the other day.
i didn’t mind it much, and at the checkout said “well it actually smells rather nice.”
the man behind me said “it was a good year.”
these little things make me love this area.
dancing around to -
She don’t believe in shooting stars
But she believes in shoes and cars
Wood floors in a new apartment
Couture from the store’s departments
You more like ‘love to start shit’
I’m more of the
Trips to Florida
Order the hor douvres, view of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author
And the weather’s so breezy
Man, why can’t life always be this easy?
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy
I get a call like ‘Where are you, geezy?’
And try to hit you with the Ol-Wu-Wopte
Till I got flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than a Nazi
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
(Flashing lights)
What do I know?
I know it’s been a while, sweetheart
We hardly talked
I was doing my thing
I know it was foul baby
Ay, babe, lately you been all on my brain
And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin’ though
Yo, I wouldn’t wanna know
If somebody woulda told me a year ago it’ll go
get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no FEMA
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
FIrst class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory’s museum
I’m just saying, hey Mona Lisa
Come home you know you can’t Rome without Caesar
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know?
(Flashing lights)
what do I know
As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know?
(Flashing lights)
What do you know?
But she believes in shoes and cars
Wood floors in a new apartment
Couture from the store’s departments
You more like ‘love to start shit’
I’m more of the
Trips to Florida
Order the hor douvres, view of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author
And the weather’s so breezy
Man, why can’t life always be this easy?
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy
I get a call like ‘Where are you, geezy?’
And try to hit you with the Ol-Wu-Wopte
Till I got flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than a Nazi
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
(Flashing lights)
What do I know?
I know it’s been a while, sweetheart
We hardly talked
I was doing my thing
I know it was foul baby
Ay, babe, lately you been all on my brain
And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin’ though
Yo, I wouldn’t wanna know
If somebody woulda told me a year ago it’ll go
get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no FEMA
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
FIrst class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory’s museum
I’m just saying, hey Mona Lisa
Come home you know you can’t Rome without Caesar
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know?
(Flashing lights)
what do I know
As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know?
(Flashing lights)
What do you know?
longest month
when did december stop being the longest month of the year??
when did december 1 - speed quickly to december 25th?
remember when it used to take 5 years to get from dec. 1 to dec. 25th?
when did december 1 - speed quickly to december 25th?
remember when it used to take 5 years to get from dec. 1 to dec. 25th?
b and s
this is a cute song that i like tonight. its by belle and sebastian. called "to be myself completely"
Well, my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
But to be myself completely I’ve just got to let you down
Well, I knew I’d say goodbye
Though it’s not my time to cry
And forever and for no one I will let it all go by
And to be myself completely I’ve just got to say goodbye
Z-list star in a hundred grand Garrett
The ladies say, "Hey, baby, you’ve earned it!"
I’m not so sure, I toured the land
You could call it work if you count the band
Still your voice calls out to me
Escort me to the harmony
I’m not sure what I will be
Find me in a bitter sweet hello
Well, my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
Though we say goodbye and wonder
What’s to know and who’s to blame
But to be myself completely I will love you just the same
Well, my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
But to be myself completely I’ve just got to let you down
Well, I knew I’d say goodbye
Though it’s not my time to cry
And forever and for no one I will let it all go by
And to be myself completely I’ve just got to say goodbye
Z-list star in a hundred grand Garrett
The ladies say, "Hey, baby, you’ve earned it!"
I’m not so sure, I toured the land
You could call it work if you count the band
Still your voice calls out to me
Escort me to the harmony
I’m not sure what I will be
Find me in a bitter sweet hello
Well, my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
Though we say goodbye and wonder
What’s to know and who’s to blame
But to be myself completely I will love you just the same
menhalls
another reason i love working with all men:
today i had a raspy throat at work (sore throat, nothing major). 2 different men brought me cough drops, im-promp-tu!
2 men told me i sounded sexy.
maybe i just know evil women? but no woman i've ever worked with would have done that.
today i had a raspy throat at work (sore throat, nothing major). 2 different men brought me cough drops, im-promp-tu!
2 men told me i sounded sexy.
maybe i just know evil women? but no woman i've ever worked with would have done that.
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