well I'm going to see Radiohead on the ninth day of the fifth month of the two-thousand and eighth year, so needless to say I'm over the moon. it was unnaturally warm today. that certain sort of gold light that shines through trees around 5 o'clock. ideal for whiskey and porches ( Read more... )

holy smokes!

a scribe with severed fingers. linguist with no tongue. the deaf composer. without eardrums Beethoven heard music in its chemical form, sonatas orchestrated by neurons.

I like my life right now but it keeps feeling temporary. all these nagging reminder that sooner or later everything will be entirely different. it not so much scares me ( Read more... )

goddamnit I want go on a real bonafied (fied your bones, rattle your skeleton) camping trip with a roaring fire and camping-food and tents and sleeping bags and all the necessary materials. really.

well the Good Phase had to end sometime. it's ended abruptly, mostly because the only thing that made it good was my sucessful shirking of ( Read more... )

 
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten music drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past adulthood and all the living and ( Read more... )

 so this weekend I'm digging through old photographs of my father's family with my uncle. Tim is easily my favorite of my father’s brothers. he is a bitter cynical (raging) alcoholic who mocks the less intelligent, but somehow very charming and genuine. anyway. flipping through a stack of pictures I come to one of a very old man sitting on a very ( Read more... )

on the subject of my train of thought, you are like some perverse disobedient child putting pennies on the tracks. derail my mind until it crashes conveniently next to yours. quit bringing me down, asshole. I have enough brain static as it is and I don't need yours intruding, however attractive the package it comes in may be.

of the small handful of ( Read more... )

I think I'll start using this again, but now with a more creative objective. Most of my entries pretty much add up to a big stack of digression. Or they're about boys. Useless all around.

so here's a dumb poem

Over coffee I try to reconstruct last night’s conversation
Frantic memory logging and absorbed speech
Jarred by whiskey and attraction
I can tune ( Read more... )

I think psychedelics play a major part in what we do, but having said that, I feel that if somebody's going to experiment with those things they really need to educate themselves about them. People just taking the chemicals and diving in without having any kind of preparation about what they're about to experience tend to have no frame of reference ( Read more... )

several accomplishments:

Found a bridesmaid's dress for Kate's and it is a magnificent arrangement of fabric. I am smitten! Being a girl is enjoyable, don't let anyone tell you different.

Spent the better part morning with the Boy. and that was nice. He called me frustrating and elusive and equivocal. Which, if I'm being honest with myself, is ( Read more... )

I have this energy right now and it's burning. I feel solid, but light somehow. this will also give me a chance to get things done that most human beings can do only when they have pure, unadulterated time to themselves.

I love love love morning, how it smells. how you allow yourself to believe you are the only person on the planet. everything is ( Read more... )