Archive for February, 2009
Feb
22
stats
time up and sort of about: 8:15am
3 hours spent trying to absorb some sort of class material
one nap taken
1 interruption to that nap by an impossible dream. recap TK.
saw one wonderfully silly, pretentious, well crafted, goddard film (2 or 3 things I know about her, her being paris) i LOVE this film.
ate 1 piece delicious uni plus other sushi
introduced 2 friends to the joys of monkfish liver
had a nice 10 hour stretch of sleep, i suppose i am still in recovery
Feb
21
stats
time up: 9:21am
hours spent in a steam room: 1.5
walked about 25 downtown blocks (yay! movement!)
drank 2 obans (might have been the most delicious mistake ever)
feeling much better, but still working through the flu.
Feb
20
uneasy companionship
while sick re-reading:
now that i am older and more well read, the book has much more resonance on many more levels than it did when i first grappled with mr. moore’s opus. prime example, while dr. gull is taking netley around london, he talks about the hemispheres of the brain having only been of lately connected more securely by a cable of neurons. that when we were a younger species and heard the voice of the gods, it was one side of the brain communicating with the other. outlined elegantly in this book:
Feb
20
stats
time awoken: 6:45am and 9:38am respectively
number of episodes of buffy watched: 4
still wrestling the super flu, but managed to leave the house 1 time
only to see 3 fights between obese couples about either food stamps or WIC cards and
to be run down by four Chinese old lady carts
spent: $76.81 on groceries, most of which i don’t remember buying
Feb
19
lyrical start
there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around
i could not be the shiny silver mirror for you
reflecting back that perfect image of you
i’ve got tarnish, streaks and cracks of my own
i’m on my way, i’ve got to visit this place alone
there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around
i’m like that bus crash that you passed in Peru
smoking, wreckage, there’s no help coming for you
a lost sister, fallen down through the cracks
a sucker punch, a stutter step, left you to the rags
i burnt myself to a cinder
block building in a city far right of the line
of my emotional unavailability it sucks us down
pushes back peddle talking over what i just said
don’t quote me on that tide flow
marina trench mouth from the oily phrases that you spewed
nothing left but headshot and i pwnd you
there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around
Feb
19
stats
still down with the death flu. it really is a plague on me. so my life has been an uninteresting parade of fever and NyQuil induced hallucinations and brave friends hauling me provisions.
time awoken: 10:45am
number of Wolf’s Rain Episodes watched: 5
number of Buffy Episodes watched: 2
number of times I wished I could get the fuck off my couch and out of my apartment: innumerable. maybe today will be the day.
Feb
18
a 16th century mad man genius on my back
Above is Johannes Kepler’s rendering of the inner planets, first published in his Mysterium Cosmographicum of 1596. It was to illustrate his theory that the orbits were spherical shells, nested between the five Platonic solids. Not such a sound hypothesis, but makes for a lovely drawing, which is going to go on my back next to my current tattoo.
