Rube Goldberg couldn't have devised a better machine:

How to relax on a Sunday afternoonSummer weather (A) arrives causing very warm temperatures and sunny days (B) which causes young man (C) to substantially increase his physical activity stimulating the production of testosterone (D). Increased libido (E) creates romantic fantasies about ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to be everywhere at once. Like snow. I want to fall into every tiny crevice, and be a blinding haze of whiteness and melt my way deep into the earth. I want to pile in people's gutters and be tracked into their dirty kitchens and across their carpets. I want to fill everyone's vision. I want the whole world be distracted by me ( Read more... )

Miranda July reminds me, "It ... triumphant" http://www.noonebelongsheremorethanyou.com/00025Read more... )

We have a new president-elect. Barack Obama. And this is our victory, a victory that "grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy." What is it that this victory stands for? There is an excitement in the air that after tonight, things are different. The world is changed for the better. But things ( Read more... )

I don't feel like I have time either to blog or to brainstorm about projects, so instead I'm going to do both at the same time and hope that that will take less time than doing either one individually.

I want to make a difference with my projects, so I wanted to brainstorm what areas there are for which I think there is responsibility to be taken ( Read more... )

Well... um... Hi. Tonight's a little weird for me: there's nothing I need to write about. I've been using this blog to help give myself clarity and accountability in working out some of the more difficult parts of my life. I've basically been writing about whatever has been bothering me at the time, including social skills, how to make a ( Read more... )

Just a quick note to my LJ friends, I just realized that many of you have been making friends-only posts, which I haven't been reading since only public posts are included in the RSS feeds that I subscribe to to read blogs. I hope to resolve this problem soon. Please excuse the oversight.

On Saturday I wasn't the possibility of joyful expression and playfulness that I said I would be--instead I was miserableness. I didn't ask people to dance. I was awkward and cold with people who were nice to me. I avoided my friends. If I can't be happy I can at least be comfortable and peaceful when I'm alone. I wanted to be alone ( Read more... )

I had thought things were going pretty well. But talking to people at Showdown today, it seems like everyone has been through two or three relationships since the last time I saw them. And I haven't had any. I've been spending my time doing a lot of great things, and I feel like I've really made a difference in the world in the past several ( Read more... )

Good night, moon.
Good night, spoon.
Good night, red balloon.
Good night, baboon in the silly cartoon.

Good night, mice.
Good night, twice.
Good night, sticky rice.
Good night, not-so-nice device.

Good night, hon'.
Good night, bun.
Good night, everyone.
Good night, son of a gun.

Good night, toad.
Good night, road.
Good night overload!