Sunday, February 28, 2010
Austin!
Austin is amazing. The people here are beyond nice. It's hard to put into words how different the vibe is here as opposed to Connecticut. I love it in Milford, being on the beach, seeing friends I've known since Kindergarten, hanging out in local coffeeshops and enjoying the overall Milford thang, but Austin is another world entirely. The people I've met so far truly embrace the sharing/eco-living philosophy. The house I'm staying in now has a few chickens and a rooster out back, they separate their trash and burn the 'burnables,' and the housemates all get along, sing and play guitar together and play games. I haven't seen a locked front door here yet, either.
I've often wondered if living in Austin would somehow be detrimental to my professional ambitions. Connecticut has a built in pressure to succeed that most of the country doesn't. The air is thick with urgency, greed and high social standards that you can't help but be surrounded by even if your personal ideals are different. Even now, I'm sitting outside at a plywood table in 60 degree weather blogging. I just passed up an opportunity to go meet some more people because I 'need' to get some work done. My Connecticut muscle tension hasn't completely faded yet.
It is becoming apparent to me as I travel to different countries and states that an outside pressure isn't needed to make your life what you want it. It may have worked so far to channel the inherent gogettum energy of the place I grew up but it can also come from inside. Is it possible that I can relax and also make my career what I want it to be? Yes, of course. :)- The thought of going back to CT in a few weeks and going back to a day job, even for a few months is starting to seem unnecessary. It's the old way to get from A to B and being surrounded by proof of another option is too tempting to dismiss.
I've often wondered if living in Austin would somehow be detrimental to my professional ambitions. Connecticut has a built in pressure to succeed that most of the country doesn't. The air is thick with urgency, greed and high social standards that you can't help but be surrounded by even if your personal ideals are different. Even now, I'm sitting outside at a plywood table in 60 degree weather blogging. I just passed up an opportunity to go meet some more people because I 'need' to get some work done. My Connecticut muscle tension hasn't completely faded yet.
It is becoming apparent to me as I travel to different countries and states that an outside pressure isn't needed to make your life what you want it. It may have worked so far to channel the inherent gogettum energy of the place I grew up but it can also come from inside. Is it possible that I can relax and also make my career what I want it to be? Yes, of course. :)- The thought of going back to CT in a few weeks and going back to a day job, even for a few months is starting to seem unnecessary. It's the old way to get from A to B and being surrounded by proof of another option is too tempting to dismiss.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
En Route
Right now I am in a cloud. I am using my laptop on a plane, which I've never done before. I am fearing that my typing noises are bugging people, I should stop worrying so much about other people. I'm one of the travelers that would never dare to put my seat back, even an inch. I'm in a people sandwich. My ears just popped. It's a jittery flight, gentle bumps that make tummies giggle. Good parents drive fast over certain roads so their kids get silly bellies.
Still in a cloud. They sell snacks now. Peanut M&M's for two dollars. They only take credit cards, no cash. “Hi, I'll buy some chips, here's my visa”...silly. My window's media player is singing me relaxing music. Jack Johnson's what I listen to when I want a hand in chilling out. I need it now so that I don't start asking everyone, “Isn't this awesome? We are in clouds! They are sparkly! It's SNOWING right now from them. They are dropping snow, maybe we could see the snow being MADE up here!”
I always forget that clouds are glittery when you're in them. I can't believe it's been almost two years since I've been on a plane. I would fly every week if I could. Taking off is thrilling and turbulence is better than a roller coaster. I know bad things can happen but it doesn't worry me. I have pretty amazing luck. Besides, if I'm gonna die in a plane at least I'll be happy. I'm pretty sure I have lots of years left though. Ok, it IS getting creepy to write about this while I am actually in a plane...so new topic.
Peanuts, soft cookie or pretzels? I brought four Kashi go lean bars because they taste better than candy bars and have lots of fiber. My favorite kind is the chocolate peanut butter and I cleaned Shop Rite out of them. I bought the chocolate almond toffee, too, but just one because it's not that great. They used to have a cookies and cream version but I haven't seen it in years. The fold down trays that are in planes are so small, my laptop is half on/half off and I hope it stays put. I've gotta give credit to the rubber nubbins on the bottom. They are really gripping the plastic tray.
I tried to take a picture as I was entering the plane but the line moved too fast for me to get away with it. God forbid I hold up the seating to take a picture, haha. That would get me mugged at least. I looked all over the delta website this morning to see if the plane would have wi-fi and I got an unusual answer, it said I have a 66% chance. Ha. It isn't especially important to me so I didn't sign up for the service in advance, you have to pay for it. So back to boarding...I was almost on the plane and to the right of the main door is a sticker pronouncing 'Wi-Fi Onboard,' isn't that funny? I wouldn't think to put a sticker on the plane but it's very effective. I bet the flight attendants are relieved if even one person is notified by the sign.
34,000 feet - over Allentown, PA
These pretzels are adorable! They're teeny, just a little bigger than my thumbnail. We are landing in Atlanta, GA first to pick up and drop off passengers before heading over to San Antonio. I don't have to get off the plane but I wish I was. Atlanta is one of the most beautiful airports I've seen. There are huge palm trees and a whole bunch of other tropical plantings there, not to mention a little shuttle to get from one terminal to the other. I forget the proper name for those vehicles/trains...the ones that use magnetic tracks.
I feel sort of obnoxious, being in my people sandwich using technology to make click, click noises, they might be able to hear my music, too and I'm wearing hot pink and have green hair and I'm crunching on pretzels and they are done with their snacks already. Even the pretzel bag is loud. I bet they got quiet things. These people are reading, wearing conservative sweaters and one has tan corduroy pants. They are super nice and let me put my huge backpack under the seat, using up some of their space, too. All the overhead space was used by the time I got on a plane and I would have had to check mine. Nice people rock. I am so impressed by people who can do cross word puzzles. My right-side neighbor is working on one. I'm lucky if I can get one or two clues, my brain just doesn't work that way I guess. I used to buy search-a-word books instead. I had a bible edition once that I got at the dollar store. It was hilarious and sometimes challenging because of all the strange names in the bible. They didn't always register as words in my brain so it was hard picking them out. My Grandpa and Mom are fantastically good at word puzzles. It must have skipped me.
I've never used the bathroom in an airplane. I've seen too many movies and sitcoms to even go near one. You know they don't clean them after every flight and I imagine that with all the people who are anxious about flying they can get gnarly pretty fast. Gnarts should be a word. It makes me laugh to say it because it rhymes with farts and the 'gn' is a silly combo.
My traveling books are The Great Gatsby, which I read every few years and something borrowed, The Complete Rimbaud (translated into English). One of my favorite parts of poetry collections/translations are the introductions by the editor/translator, if there is one. I like knowing where the translator is coming from, why he is doing this particular body of work, how he identifies with it, etc. Poetry must be so difficult to translate in the first place that knowing about the person changing the original seems important to me. I've never compared translations of anything but I normally research what comes recommended. One of my favorite things to do is read Spanish poetry. I have enough of a handle on the language to get a good sense of the poem, my French is not there yet. I do try sometimes, though.
The flight ended up splendidly with an extra happy note. I got to leave the plane when we landed. I figured they'd make us wait on board like they always do. So now I am at a French Bakery sitting at a table eating a bagel and drinking a vanilla latte. Mmmmm! I would have gotten the croissant but I didn't see it at first. The music is completely entertaining. It's 80's weekend on this radio station and every song has been stellar. I walked into I Feel For You by Shaka Khan (I can never remember if it's one 'k' or not)...Goody, Goody Two Shoes is on now, it may have a different name but I'm not sure of it. It's just a great song. Many other songs have been on, equally good, but the hook on this song is so captivating that I can't remember them. Oh, Manic Monday was on, too. Do You Really Want to Hurt Me is on now!! LOVE Boy George, maybe on the way to Texas I'll watch The Wedding Singer, It's one of the few movies I have stored on my laptop. This song is performed in the movie several times and it's awesome. The Atlanta airport is one of the few airports with a smoking lounge, such a novelty. I remember being a little girl flying to Disney World and my mom smoking on the plane. The only thing that seems to be difficult here is the Wi-Fi. It won't connect me to the internet, but I only have an hour anyway. I'm not that technologically spoiled :)
Twenty minutes to go with my layover. I left my big bag on the plane because they offered and I didn't feel like lugging it around with me. My trip so far has been amazing and I haven't even landed in Texas yet. Yay. Van Halen now on the radio...maybe my cue to leave. Wait, it's not Van Halen, I think it's Boston. OOOooooohhh All Night, Aaaaaalll Night.....any way you want it that's the way you need it anyway you want it. Anybody?
The only gum I have left is the gross, back-up gum. It's mint mojito and it tastes like lime and mint and maybe in a drink that tastes good, but in a gum it's kinda nasty. I ate my last piece of 'Rain' gum on the plane to avoid the ear pain. Gum never works for me but I try. I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep....is on now. Love it. Gotta go, though. Oh, I have a radio in my phone, I should see if it works in the air on the plane. How funny would that be? You know I'll report back :)
I've abandoned the radio phone idea. I have a movie on now and it's hard to hear because my ears are clogged and plane engines are loud. Bright Star is on in the background but I switched over here to write because we hit turbulence. On the ground before I thought of how I love the sounds of traveling. When the plane was taxiing on the tarmac the multi-colored lights reminded me of christmas. Then when we were taking off the lights revealed their pattern. Atlanta is beautiful at night from the sky.
Still in a cloud. They sell snacks now. Peanut M&M's for two dollars. They only take credit cards, no cash. “Hi, I'll buy some chips, here's my visa”...silly. My window's media player is singing me relaxing music. Jack Johnson's what I listen to when I want a hand in chilling out. I need it now so that I don't start asking everyone, “Isn't this awesome? We are in clouds! They are sparkly! It's SNOWING right now from them. They are dropping snow, maybe we could see the snow being MADE up here!”
I always forget that clouds are glittery when you're in them. I can't believe it's been almost two years since I've been on a plane. I would fly every week if I could. Taking off is thrilling and turbulence is better than a roller coaster. I know bad things can happen but it doesn't worry me. I have pretty amazing luck. Besides, if I'm gonna die in a plane at least I'll be happy. I'm pretty sure I have lots of years left though. Ok, it IS getting creepy to write about this while I am actually in a plane...so new topic.
Peanuts, soft cookie or pretzels? I brought four Kashi go lean bars because they taste better than candy bars and have lots of fiber. My favorite kind is the chocolate peanut butter and I cleaned Shop Rite out of them. I bought the chocolate almond toffee, too, but just one because it's not that great. They used to have a cookies and cream version but I haven't seen it in years. The fold down trays that are in planes are so small, my laptop is half on/half off and I hope it stays put. I've gotta give credit to the rubber nubbins on the bottom. They are really gripping the plastic tray.
I tried to take a picture as I was entering the plane but the line moved too fast for me to get away with it. God forbid I hold up the seating to take a picture, haha. That would get me mugged at least. I looked all over the delta website this morning to see if the plane would have wi-fi and I got an unusual answer, it said I have a 66% chance. Ha. It isn't especially important to me so I didn't sign up for the service in advance, you have to pay for it. So back to boarding...I was almost on the plane and to the right of the main door is a sticker pronouncing 'Wi-Fi Onboard,' isn't that funny? I wouldn't think to put a sticker on the plane but it's very effective. I bet the flight attendants are relieved if even one person is notified by the sign.
34,000 feet - over Allentown, PA
These pretzels are adorable! They're teeny, just a little bigger than my thumbnail. We are landing in Atlanta, GA first to pick up and drop off passengers before heading over to San Antonio. I don't have to get off the plane but I wish I was. Atlanta is one of the most beautiful airports I've seen. There are huge palm trees and a whole bunch of other tropical plantings there, not to mention a little shuttle to get from one terminal to the other. I forget the proper name for those vehicles/trains...the ones that use magnetic tracks.
I feel sort of obnoxious, being in my people sandwich using technology to make click, click noises, they might be able to hear my music, too and I'm wearing hot pink and have green hair and I'm crunching on pretzels and they are done with their snacks already. Even the pretzel bag is loud. I bet they got quiet things. These people are reading, wearing conservative sweaters and one has tan corduroy pants. They are super nice and let me put my huge backpack under the seat, using up some of their space, too. All the overhead space was used by the time I got on a plane and I would have had to check mine. Nice people rock. I am so impressed by people who can do cross word puzzles. My right-side neighbor is working on one. I'm lucky if I can get one or two clues, my brain just doesn't work that way I guess. I used to buy search-a-word books instead. I had a bible edition once that I got at the dollar store. It was hilarious and sometimes challenging because of all the strange names in the bible. They didn't always register as words in my brain so it was hard picking them out. My Grandpa and Mom are fantastically good at word puzzles. It must have skipped me.
I've never used the bathroom in an airplane. I've seen too many movies and sitcoms to even go near one. You know they don't clean them after every flight and I imagine that with all the people who are anxious about flying they can get gnarly pretty fast. Gnarts should be a word. It makes me laugh to say it because it rhymes with farts and the 'gn' is a silly combo.
My traveling books are The Great Gatsby, which I read every few years and something borrowed, The Complete Rimbaud (translated into English). One of my favorite parts of poetry collections/translations are the introductions by the editor/translator, if there is one. I like knowing where the translator is coming from, why he is doing this particular body of work, how he identifies with it, etc. Poetry must be so difficult to translate in the first place that knowing about the person changing the original seems important to me. I've never compared translations of anything but I normally research what comes recommended. One of my favorite things to do is read Spanish poetry. I have enough of a handle on the language to get a good sense of the poem, my French is not there yet. I do try sometimes, though.
The flight ended up splendidly with an extra happy note. I got to leave the plane when we landed. I figured they'd make us wait on board like they always do. So now I am at a French Bakery sitting at a table eating a bagel and drinking a vanilla latte. Mmmmm! I would have gotten the croissant but I didn't see it at first. The music is completely entertaining. It's 80's weekend on this radio station and every song has been stellar. I walked into I Feel For You by Shaka Khan (I can never remember if it's one 'k' or not)...Goody, Goody Two Shoes is on now, it may have a different name but I'm not sure of it. It's just a great song. Many other songs have been on, equally good, but the hook on this song is so captivating that I can't remember them. Oh, Manic Monday was on, too. Do You Really Want to Hurt Me is on now!! LOVE Boy George, maybe on the way to Texas I'll watch The Wedding Singer, It's one of the few movies I have stored on my laptop. This song is performed in the movie several times and it's awesome. The Atlanta airport is one of the few airports with a smoking lounge, such a novelty. I remember being a little girl flying to Disney World and my mom smoking on the plane. The only thing that seems to be difficult here is the Wi-Fi. It won't connect me to the internet, but I only have an hour anyway. I'm not that technologically spoiled :)
Twenty minutes to go with my layover. I left my big bag on the plane because they offered and I didn't feel like lugging it around with me. My trip so far has been amazing and I haven't even landed in Texas yet. Yay. Van Halen now on the radio...maybe my cue to leave. Wait, it's not Van Halen, I think it's Boston. OOOooooohhh All Night, Aaaaaalll Night.....any way you want it that's the way you need it anyway you want it. Anybody?
The only gum I have left is the gross, back-up gum. It's mint mojito and it tastes like lime and mint and maybe in a drink that tastes good, but in a gum it's kinda nasty. I ate my last piece of 'Rain' gum on the plane to avoid the ear pain. Gum never works for me but I try. I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep....is on now. Love it. Gotta go, though. Oh, I have a radio in my phone, I should see if it works in the air on the plane. How funny would that be? You know I'll report back :)
I've abandoned the radio phone idea. I have a movie on now and it's hard to hear because my ears are clogged and plane engines are loud. Bright Star is on in the background but I switched over here to write because we hit turbulence. On the ground before I thought of how I love the sounds of traveling. When the plane was taxiing on the tarmac the multi-colored lights reminded me of christmas. Then when we were taking off the lights revealed their pattern. Atlanta is beautiful at night from the sky.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Hair stare
I'm getting some serious hair stare at the airport. I said earlier that airports can be counted on for diversity and the reactions to the green hair are no exception. I've had my picture taken by some strangers, that's a first and some kid in an argyle sweater with spiky blond hair has been staring at me for twenty minutes. I don't know why he doesn't just say something. He's literally six feet away from me and gawking, I look back occasionally and then he turns away for a minute.
I decided to move to my gate location and as I sat down this old lady gave me a wtf? look. I love old ladies :) In a few years her white hair might accidentally turn blue when she does her rinse. As I walked to my new location some other lady said rather loudly, "nice hair!" I could tell she meant it, too, which was nice. I'm not complaining about any of this. Even though I don't do it for the attention, I rather like it. Ninety percent of the time, when I notice a reaction from passersby, they smile and that makes me smile right back.
I got my bag checked for the first time ever, don't think it has anything to do with the hair but you never know. The agent was very nice and he had a legitimate reason. I had wrapped a piece of selenite in a sock to keep it undamaged and he said it looked strange in the scan. After he tested it (don't know what he did) he rescanned it and said I could have it back. My flight is boarding now, woohoo! Bye!
I decided to move to my gate location and as I sat down this old lady gave me a wtf? look. I love old ladies :) In a few years her white hair might accidentally turn blue when she does her rinse. As I walked to my new location some other lady said rather loudly, "nice hair!" I could tell she meant it, too, which was nice. I'm not complaining about any of this. Even though I don't do it for the attention, I rather like it. Ninety percent of the time, when I notice a reaction from passersby, they smile and that makes me smile right back.
I got my bag checked for the first time ever, don't think it has anything to do with the hair but you never know. The agent was very nice and he had a legitimate reason. I had wrapped a piece of selenite in a sock to keep it undamaged and he said it looked strange in the scan. After he tested it (don't know what he did) he rescanned it and said I could have it back. My flight is boarding now, woohoo! Bye!
Airports
I just thought of another reason I'd like to avoid living in high snow areas, flight delays. I'm clear so far today but who knows what will happen. Newark, La Guardia, Rochester, Baltimore and a few other airports are canceling flights today because of the storm. A delay or rescheduled flight would not make a huge impact on my travels and I love airports (no, really!) so having to spend a few extra hours in one would be great. Airports are filled with such diversity. Listening to people walking by speaking so many different languages is exciting to me. So Austin, here I come.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I try to play it cool
I do. I try not to be a giddy little girl when things go my way but it never works. I just end up not being able to sleep because I'm holding in my excitement, then I get heartburn again not to mention dark circles under my eyes because I've been up all night. The second I put my head to the pillow while repeating, 'you can still get two hours, it's like a nap, you can sleep more later,' a huge smile erupts on my face, I get a jolt of adrenaline and upright goes my body.
No specifics yet for a few reasons...I'm still not sure how and if jinxes work and I love to share but not to brag which I have a hard time distinguishing when I'm excited about something. Let's just say that cutting the fat from your life, whether it be an external factor and/or internal garbage (and it's usually the internal that allows the external to exist) really does make space for the awesome stuff to come true. You can really design your life how you want it. The trick seems to be this, if what you want makes you happy then it's easier to make it happen. That seems intuitive enough, but think about what you want and why.
Most people will say they want money, but what is it for? Do you want to go on vacation because that will make you happy? Then want the vacation instead of the money. Once you've figured that part out, make space for it to come into your life. Think that it's possible. Allow yourself to release everything hindering it from being real. Life is short and there is no limit to the happiness you can achieve.
I sound like a motivational speaker, I know. I just want to express how limitless you really are. Roadblocks will come up again and again but this is a game worth getting good at. I am AMAZED all the time at how almost everything I've ever wanted comes to me at the perfect time. I'd love to help anyone do the same. It is sometimes hard work to clear the path, but the reward is magic.
No specifics yet for a few reasons...I'm still not sure how and if jinxes work and I love to share but not to brag which I have a hard time distinguishing when I'm excited about something. Let's just say that cutting the fat from your life, whether it be an external factor and/or internal garbage (and it's usually the internal that allows the external to exist) really does make space for the awesome stuff to come true. You can really design your life how you want it. The trick seems to be this, if what you want makes you happy then it's easier to make it happen. That seems intuitive enough, but think about what you want and why.
Most people will say they want money, but what is it for? Do you want to go on vacation because that will make you happy? Then want the vacation instead of the money. Once you've figured that part out, make space for it to come into your life. Think that it's possible. Allow yourself to release everything hindering it from being real. Life is short and there is no limit to the happiness you can achieve.
I sound like a motivational speaker, I know. I just want to express how limitless you really are. Roadblocks will come up again and again but this is a game worth getting good at. I am AMAZED all the time at how almost everything I've ever wanted comes to me at the perfect time. I'd love to help anyone do the same. It is sometimes hard work to clear the path, but the reward is magic.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Roger Swain! "man in the red suspenders"
He's like my cooky Grandpa :) According to wikipedia he hosted The Victory Garden from the mid 80's to 2002. He always knew how to make gardening interesting and his accent was so charming. I can picture him now digging his hands through the soil, sniffing it to show appreciation for his much loved compost additive. I bet I get my love of mulch and soil from him. He gave a talk at the CT Garden Show in Hartford a bunch of years ago. I went to the show but I missed him. :( I hope this guy is still getting props for what an amazing inspiration he is. 
The new guy, Jamie Durie is from Australia and is said to have been a stripper, an equivalent to the American Chippendale dancers. Wow, has gardening gotten sexy? Maybe they are using sex to get people into gardening. It wouldn't surprise me but it's a little sad. Should I blindly trust PBS's integrity? I suppose it doesn't matter. (isn't that the apathy that is making this country turn to shit?) It's a good thing I'm not in politics. I get it now, he was on Oprah! Well, if Oprah says he legit.... LOL
The Victory Garden
This is a show I've watched since I was a little girl. I wish I could remember the name of the old guy who used to host it. The new people are wonderful, too, very entertaining. One guy uses words like 'succulente' and 'far out.'
Today they went to an art garden in California. It wasn't just a sculpture garden with plantings, the plots were given to artists and each was designed to represent a different theme. One guy made a Japanese garden with a meditation box. A Mexican artist made a walkway of terracotta to represent the hard journey from Mexico to California. They were all very well done, where the theme wasn't overpowering the nature.
You can watch a few episodes of The Victory Garden on pbs.com. I can't even think of another show, maybe besides soap operas, that have been on this long. It so comforting :) I've been gardening since I was 2 when my neighbor showed me how to plant carrots in the narrow strip of dirt cushioning the driveway from the fence between our houses. It was magic to me that a little seed could turn into a carrot. I moved on to radishes after that because of their quick germination and maturity. This would be a great starter for kids, they will grow in any soil and reach maturity in about 30 days. Just move some grass out of the way in the yard and pop the seeds in. Water for the first few days but after that you can really just leave them alone.
The best part is eating something you've grown from seed; it always tastes better :) C'mon Spring! I'm salivating over these gardening shows.
Today they went to an art garden in California. It wasn't just a sculpture garden with plantings, the plots were given to artists and each was designed to represent a different theme. One guy made a Japanese garden with a meditation box. A Mexican artist made a walkway of terracotta to represent the hard journey from Mexico to California. They were all very well done, where the theme wasn't overpowering the nature.
You can watch a few episodes of The Victory Garden on pbs.com. I can't even think of another show, maybe besides soap operas, that have been on this long. It so comforting :) I've been gardening since I was 2 when my neighbor showed me how to plant carrots in the narrow strip of dirt cushioning the driveway from the fence between our houses. It was magic to me that a little seed could turn into a carrot. I moved on to radishes after that because of their quick germination and maturity. This would be a great starter for kids, they will grow in any soil and reach maturity in about 30 days. Just move some grass out of the way in the yard and pop the seeds in. Water for the first few days but after that you can really just leave them alone.
The best part is eating something you've grown from seed; it always tastes better :) C'mon Spring! I'm salivating over these gardening shows.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Shhhhh...people are working
I snuck in the front door and found a hiding spot here. I hope no one notices me!
Haha! That kitty is making a funny face. I wish I had a mouth.
Spongebob is trying to give me a high five, but with all of the diseases that get passed around at offices I kept on my protective germ shield.
Help! Bad slinky, bad!
Shhh. Time to hide again.
Boxy! What are you doing in here? Can I have some of your ice cream? Mmmm, pistachio, my favorite!
I have heartburn
Which is something I never usually get. My Dad got me dinner tonight, penne with cream sauce and chicken, mushrooms and bacon, bread and a side salad. I ate most of it, put it in the fridge and then went back for more. I'm not even a fan of bacon but the dinner was delicious so I ate it. That must have put me over the edge... I wonder what people do to get rid of heartburn. I always saw people drinking soda so I went to the store to get some but I ended up leaving with out any. I don't really like soda. I started out the day healthy with a fruit smoothie but from lunch on my diet sucked. I had chicken tenders with ketchup for lunch then some brownies and later I caved and ate the two apricot cream chocolates left in the box. I should just throw the box out, all that is left is orange cream and strawberry cream. I just can't stand wasting it. So this boring nonsense is being blogged because it's 2am and I napped earlier so I'm in the stage of being too awake to sleep but too sleepy to do or write anything of interest.
I saw a jazz band last night and they were great. There's something so sexy about an upright bass. All of the musicians were very talented. I wish I knew their name so I could post a video or something. I'm going to Austin next week so I hope to see great music. I have a video recorder on my phone so I'll try to take some while I'm there. If anyone knows of cool things to do in Austin let me know. I can't wait to be in warmer weather! I'm a Spring baby so all of this cold is getting to me. I'm so glad I bought more flowers, I love looking up and seeing them and also smelling them :)
I saw a jazz band last night and they were great. There's something so sexy about an upright bass. All of the musicians were very talented. I wish I knew their name so I could post a video or something. I'm going to Austin next week so I hope to see great music. I have a video recorder on my phone so I'll try to take some while I'm there. If anyone knows of cool things to do in Austin let me know. I can't wait to be in warmer weather! I'm a Spring baby so all of this cold is getting to me. I'm so glad I bought more flowers, I love looking up and seeing them and also smelling them :)
Impressions
After inhaling an asiago bagel covered in melted butter, I actually take a sip of my venti latte; bet you can't guess where I am. I've been working on the issue of boundaries lately; I don't seem to have any. I know that isn't entirely true because I can deal with people and I understand when to back off. I think the issue lies more in dealing with divulging too much information about myself all the time. I had a psychic tell me this once as well, "don't talk about your business." The first month of this year was a manic time for me. I've never felt closer to mental illness but was able to keep a distance to the madness, allowing for the saving grace known as self-awareness. Now that elemental balance is nearer circumstances in my life have truly improved.
I'd like to improve upon my fictional writing. For some reason I've come to assume that people are reading my blog as reality. I'm sure the opposite it more true. What could I make up to emphasize that? Probably not much. My favorite way to write is in the first person so each of my characters will reveal something about me. I also appreciate the feat of making someone feel uncomfortable, stirring up their insides so strongly that it makes them notice the changes in their physiology as muscles tense and body temperature changes. It's not a power trip, it's a long distance hug. Shake it up, rock it out. Love is all around if you can peek into the crevasse of your heart chakra and notice the life in there. I'm assuming that since blogger notes 'chakra' as a misspelled word not too many people understand what I am talking about. When activated and humming, the heart chakra will feel warm and fuzzy, like when you are reading a love letter from an admired one or getting a huge hug from your child. You all know the feeling I am talking about. Crack it open for yourself, think about what makes your heart tingle and then keep your eyes peeled for stimulants.
I'll be in Austin for a few weeks soon. I hope to capture the energy in many forms. I've had this idea for a series of books that capture the energy of places with drawings, essays, poems, interviews and photos. What I do best is give impressions. I'm hoping that with so many different avenues of expression the book as a whole will give a clear impression of the vibe of the city. I'll experiment in Austin and then by the time I get to Paris this summer I can do a better job.
Back to the top, I want to provoke you. Leave your existing world for a sec and imagine the infinite other worlds you could be living in right now. I'm at a table in a retail establishment right now, I am also the center of the universe, I'm also in the heads of a few people who are thinking about me, I'm also in photographs and online and on vacation and at work and I'm perceived by every single other person who knows me as something different. Where does the truth lie? It's in everything. The only thing to keep one centered is the inner connection we all have.
I'd like to improve upon my fictional writing. For some reason I've come to assume that people are reading my blog as reality. I'm sure the opposite it more true. What could I make up to emphasize that? Probably not much. My favorite way to write is in the first person so each of my characters will reveal something about me. I also appreciate the feat of making someone feel uncomfortable, stirring up their insides so strongly that it makes them notice the changes in their physiology as muscles tense and body temperature changes. It's not a power trip, it's a long distance hug. Shake it up, rock it out. Love is all around if you can peek into the crevasse of your heart chakra and notice the life in there. I'm assuming that since blogger notes 'chakra' as a misspelled word not too many people understand what I am talking about. When activated and humming, the heart chakra will feel warm and fuzzy, like when you are reading a love letter from an admired one or getting a huge hug from your child. You all know the feeling I am talking about. Crack it open for yourself, think about what makes your heart tingle and then keep your eyes peeled for stimulants.
I'll be in Austin for a few weeks soon. I hope to capture the energy in many forms. I've had this idea for a series of books that capture the energy of places with drawings, essays, poems, interviews and photos. What I do best is give impressions. I'm hoping that with so many different avenues of expression the book as a whole will give a clear impression of the vibe of the city. I'll experiment in Austin and then by the time I get to Paris this summer I can do a better job.
Back to the top, I want to provoke you. Leave your existing world for a sec and imagine the infinite other worlds you could be living in right now. I'm at a table in a retail establishment right now, I am also the center of the universe, I'm also in the heads of a few people who are thinking about me, I'm also in photographs and online and on vacation and at work and I'm perceived by every single other person who knows me as something different. Where does the truth lie? It's in everything. The only thing to keep one centered is the inner connection we all have.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Blue Hit covering All I Need by Radiohead
I think I say this every time I watch a video of this band, but this gave me chills. There is something so fantastic about them, and covering Radiohead they are no less amazing. Enjoy!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Just...
Put down that glass of wine
and open your mouth
when you screech like
a twelve year old girl.
The iron is still hot,
the yawning paused,
you've awakened for
a midnight cracker snack.
Shiny magenta threads
embedded in green pile
carpeting are not answers,
they are distractions.
Sewing circles into cloth
will not erase the words
that make your belly tumble
with preteen emotions.
and open your mouth
when you screech like
a twelve year old girl.
The iron is still hot,
the yawning paused,
you've awakened for
a midnight cracker snack.
Shiny magenta threads
embedded in green pile
carpeting are not answers,
they are distractions.
Sewing circles into cloth
will not erase the words
that make your belly tumble
with preteen emotions.
A night's poem
Approaching the point of
dissolution to find replies
leading in the opposite direction
turn this spiraled quilt to the floor.
My mini-golf scorecard,
crumpled into a ball and shoved
into the pocket of my constrictive,
gray jeans shows above par
performance in selection skills.
Most say to overshoot the goal,
a hole in one, yet results are lacking.
This seems to be a process involving
practice and mental agility, correcting
my aim to achieve a desired outcome.
I wonder if the aim is really off or
if my reactions are telling me the truth.
I say that life is too short to worry
about the next step. It will arrive
with its own instruction manual
and probably enough unforseen
variables to warrant a fresh look.
I know that my morals flinch at
certain possibilities, something I
try not to judge, but keep awareness
of in the back of my mind.
dissolution to find replies
leading in the opposite direction
turn this spiraled quilt to the floor.
My mini-golf scorecard,
crumpled into a ball and shoved
into the pocket of my constrictive,
gray jeans shows above par
performance in selection skills.
Most say to overshoot the goal,
a hole in one, yet results are lacking.
This seems to be a process involving
practice and mental agility, correcting
my aim to achieve a desired outcome.
I wonder if the aim is really off or
if my reactions are telling me the truth.
I say that life is too short to worry
about the next step. It will arrive
with its own instruction manual
and probably enough unforseen
variables to warrant a fresh look.
I know that my morals flinch at
certain possibilities, something I
try not to judge, but keep awareness
of in the back of my mind.
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