Archive for April, 2009
Apr
10
when you could make your own rules
Near the end of the earth, as the beach falls into the ocean, three children play a complex game. The rules are their own. They are deep in conversation with the gravity of a gathering of nations setting the bounds of their play. Then the ball starts flying and they are having the time of their lives. Later as they grow, they relinquish that control. Never again making rules of their own.
Apr
10
stats
time awake: 6:20am (yes, i delightfully blame you and the street cleaner)
3 perfect tweets (”hoping that the temperature reaches spring like proportions today as i flee city for warmer climes. see you on the other side, zombie jesus.”, “Evesdropping on family drama at the airport. Of course you’re lying, asking for drug money, and of course you dragged her daughter into it!” and “Some how my iPhone app has switched my profile icon put for @rstevens. Hmm are the wise internets trying to tell me something about stalking”)
slept 1.5 hours on a plane, which spent 20 minutes extra on the tarmac.
25 minutes late because of silly car driver picking up the wrong passenger.
Apr
9
stats
up out of my cocoon of hoodie, comforter, blankets, even socks and cat: 7:10am
1 perfect tweet (”I am channeling Courage Wolf! I am going to fuck this day up something awful! Watch out! My teeth are gunning for your throat! You hear me!”)
ran 5.11 miles
drank 2 glasses of wine and one glass of scotch
nom: holding steady at 98% in the 90th pecentile
Apr
8
stats
awoken: 7:15am
1 perfect tweet (”nostalgia: tying my afghan around my neck, in my wonderwoman underroos flying from the couch to the chair to the table, on, in pure elation”)
spent 45 minutes completely lost in daydreams, “yo, spring! holler back, K?”
had 2 glasses wine and 1 spicy cocktail
walked 18 blocks, most of them in self-reflection
Apr
7
stats
grr arg: 7:15am
2 perfect tweets (”The sky is falling! The SKY is FALLING! No seriously, debris from construction sites is my morning Frogger walk to work. NYC is such a bitch” and “nostalgia:eating a giant bowl of lucky charms with vanilla soy milk after a long swim practice. how i wish i could still eat that much sugar”)
ran 5.12 miles – i seem to be able to maintain the pace i achieved last week. let’s see if my knees hold out
had 2 small nips of Oban
Apr
6
overheard 38th and 6th avenue
“In my dream, there was a sparkling blue pond. At the center of the pond was a lush island, as the canoe I was paddling got closer the island started to smell. I got off the boat and on to the beach. The smell was coming from a horrifying pile of bodies. I realized, they were all of my ex-girlfriends.” – polo wearing dude
“Did you have a cooler as a little kid?” – little lady friend
“What do you mean a cooler?” – dude
“You know, a cooler full of the skulls of your neighbors pets and other small animals.” – lady
“That’s sick” – dude
“No, that’s what sociopaths call a hobby.”
mostly true but embellished a bit by your hoarder of secrets.
Apr
6
brought to your attention
my excellent taste in art:
see Mr. Belding next to my new piece of artwork
Apr
6
stats
out of bed: around 10am but made trips back for seconds and thirds
nom: 98% (there’s still something to work for)
watched 1 movie (”the last unicorn” – i am on a nostalgia kick.)
drank 1/2 a bottle of wine in lieu of band practice
goofed off for 3 hours
had 4-5 #FF0000 moments
Apr
5
Go suck your thumb Sunday
Zach Braff. When people talk about him as the “every man” it makes me want to drop out of the world of pop culture. J.D. is close to one of the most annoying and spineless characters on TV. He spends THREE years chasing a woman only to completely FUCK her over and then they reconcile! Only an asshat man-boy writer would have that plotline go on and fucking on. So it’s also Bill Lawrences fault, but I don’t have his face in mine all the GD time. So I blame Braff.
Also, a lot of crap has come out of Jersey, but even that stinking stretch of pavement and strip mall did not deserve “Garden State”.
He gets 3.5 out of 5 weeping Van Der Beeks.
