Added, 7:50 am I not awake, this is coffee & make-up. I am caffeine, sleepless awestruck jitters. I won't edit this, incoherent as it is. I should add that Calexico wasn't that bad, it just wasn't anywhere close to Buffy or Patrick. They were actually great at their workshop on Sunday morning. And while I have some Calexico albums, I didn't ( Read more... )

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My life has been leading to this moment. We've chosen a theme for this year's Gala Art Auction to concide with the Son Image Conference and the Ian Wallace masculin/feminin exhibition... The French New Wave.

My job involves coordinating a Godard party.

Sometimes I think about giving up on Facebook/Twitter/Tumblr/Blogger and returning to my first love, LJ ( Read more... )

Today the universe pulled the band-aid of distraction off a fresh wound.  I literally yelped in the library.  His silence has been interupted by his voice.  And all that smooth jazz dance party.  Of heartbreak ( Read more... )

There are plenty of feelings worse than fretting restlessness. However, my entire body and brain has been knocked to the ground and the last 24 hours have been a productive hell in which despite all the checkmarks on my to do lists, I've gotten nothing done. Instead of feeling exhilarated and brilliant, I feel dull and dumb. And yet so on edge. The ( Read more... )

I watched the arctic landscape from above
and thought of nothing, lovely nothing.
I observed white canopies of clouds, vast
expanses where no wolf tracks could be found.

I thought about you and about the emptiness
that can promise one thing only: plenitude-
and that a certain sort of snowy wasteland
bursts from a surfeit of happiness.

As we drew closer to ( Read more... )

But the greatest desire of all is to be
In the dream of another,
To feel a slight pull, like reins,
To feel a heavy pull, like chains.

"The Greatest Desire" Yehuda Amichai

I feel I am continually making the same deal with the devil. I keep making the same decision.

It should be noted that I originally typed "the sane decision." I guess the Freudian keyboard slip answers that.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the ( Read more... )

Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake up.
Someone has put the cries of the birds on the air like jewels.

"Short Talk on Le Bonheur d'etre Bien Aimée" --Anne Carson