Tuesday, November 29, 2005

i'm listening to the new(est) stars album,
and i can't stop.

this last weekend was a disaster,
with redeeming qualities.

saturday i got up decently early only to get stuck
in multiple traffic jams due to the grey cup.
i locked my keys in my car,
while parked in a permit parking only area.
it took five hours
43 dollars
and much humbling to get back into my girl with a car headspace.

sunday, on my way out for cheap sunday breakfast,
when three steps out my door,
realize i've locked my keys in my apartment.
it took nine hours,
a beautiful afternoon/evening with blair and candace
which including sigur, jane austen, ty pennington and tortilla chips
before i got back in at 9pm.

it left me with a sense of ..lost..
in my head, i feel like i've been somewhere these last weeks..
out of it..
and seeing the huge, in my face, manifestations of this lostness
makes me want to
sleep a long time
cling to jesus
write and write until i get somewhere

talk to celeste...

Sunday, November 27, 2005

so much revelation about self today..tonight
in many different aspects of life
introspection is pride's worst enemy
there is so much stuff going on in my head
the pen becomes the dominant medium..
and oh it has.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

my jeans are covered in projectile vomit
my body wants coffee coffee
and my heart wants the unknown.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

my friend sandra is taking me to see pride and predjudice tonight.
i was supposed to go with crystal, but i'm being taken to a movie..can't say no..

whats your favorite kind of apple?
mine is spartan. its actually the only apple i even like.
all the others i have various issues with.
the worst being red delicious.

Monday, November 14, 2005

courtney and i just spent four hours of
skip bo and coffee down the street at the grind
watching buffy send angel to hell after he had regained his soul
secretly admiring kelly clarkson
listening to glosoli by sigur ros over and over
and now its two ay em
i'm starting to think about bed
i've gained tommorow off
and i will sleep in and dream

we talked about this idea for a photo essay, matt sandra lora and i.
the idea delving quite soundly into vulnerability:
there are three portraits of each person.
the first, dress yourself, pose yourself, however you see yourself
the second, dress yourself, pose yourself however you think others see you
the third, would be decided by the others. they would dress you and pose you, how they see you.

for the first i though i would wear soemthing confidently stylish, a good hat, a cup of jj bean, maybe a smoke, and i'd be walking down a mildly busy, tree lined street..aware, but not bothered. moving through life.
for the second, i was stumpled, because i wanted to make an outrageous face, in hilarity, but somehow juxtapose that with a girl thats hiding her face, but with a look of desperation. juxtaposed for the sake of showing that the hilarious face is so big because it has to make up for the great walls and guards that the real face has in place.
its weird to dwell on the idea that i am under the impression people see through me..

Saturday, November 12, 2005

after a decently significant hiatus'
i am returned
this little guy that sits with me wherever i go
is a true gem

right now in life, i am amidst a switch back in my working life
my usual gig has flown to florida for a few weeks
so i'm driving into the heart of the city a few days a week for a temporary lisason
i am excited to get back to the normal grind, however.

last night was sandwhich fest 2005.

in a little bit i will head over to mosaic for some community

i recently discovered edemame. OH MAN.

i've recently started to watch my way through buffy the vampire slayer. i'm on season 2.
"ours is a forbidden love.."

i'm taking a part time gig in the near future to do some music management/promotion with some friends.

writing the word edemame has made me want some.