Month: July 2006

  • “I see the chasm and everything you are was making
    My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
    From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.”

    “To laugh (oh, one’ll laugh), to talk upon
    Themes that we talked upon when you were there,
    To make some poor pretence of going on,
    Be kind to one’s old friends, and seem to care,
    While no one (O God) through the years will say
    The simplest, common word in just your way.”

    “It doesn’t really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist’s chair or let your hands lie in your lap. The drill drills on.”

    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

    “The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.”

    C.S. Lewis

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    “What good do your words do if they can’t understand you?”
    “Two fish: one swimming upstream, one swimming down living in a dream.”

    Erykah Badu

  • SYD STRAW LYRICS

    I couldn’t find the lyrics online anywhere so I did the pause-write-pause-write thing:
    (off one of my all time favorite albums)

    Water, Please
    by Syd Straw

    water me, water please,
    water your garden
    keep your eyes on the prize, and your hose on the roses
    all the weeds are takin’ over, bigger weeds are takin’ over here
    water me, water please
    water your garden
    we can no longer rely on the weather patterns
    it’s all so mysterious
    we can’t wait to shake the hand of a god we can trust who won’t abandon us
    attention, oh attention must be paid
    attention must be paid
    you’re not the first one to leave me thirstin’
    oh no, oh woah, hey hey hey
    I’m waiting for you here in your backyard, where I always was
    I’m so very near but you know I won’t be
    if you don’t water me I will die
    don’t let me, don’t let me
    what a day, what a day
    water your garden
    attention must be paid, attention must be paid
    attention, attention, attention
    attention must be paid

  • “A kiss may not be the truth but it is what we wish were true.” L.A. Story

  • Waxing the Pink Bits…

    I’m doing a bikini wax tomorrow and decided to get a little practice on a friend of mine. Let me just say– every brand of wax is different and I’m really glad we did this trial run. I’ll spare you the details but co-workers said they’d been expecting screams from the waxing room and were suprised at all the hysterical laughter. Of course we did this after a 22oz beer at lunch…

    We ran a bunch of errands first and I bought myself some light blue nail polish, a bidness card holder, a ledger, a stereo signal splitter, a blending comb, and a master lock and wrist-key-holder so that I can use the lockers at the gym. Maybe my life sounds boring but it feels pretty good to me. After a little blip I seem to be firing on all cylanders. The synchronicities abound and that’s a pretty good indicator that I’m on the right path (imo).

    There is a new coffee shop slash live music venue just a few doors down and I just love it. It’s in the same space Fodon’s xmas store occupied last winter. I really like the counter couple… they just moved from Seattle. I’ve also decided I like soy in my vanilla cafe latte. Who knew? All the shop girls get soy so I figured I’d try it. I like rice milk on my cereal and it tastes pretty similar, I guess. Yummy.

    If you’re thinking this is too boring for words just remember I ripped somebody’s backyard today, okay? I’m not dead yet.

  • yes? no?

    “Schrödinger himself is rumored to have said, later in life, that he wished he had never met that cat.”

  • because it was there…

    Boy going off to a dance:

    Sunset over my backyard:

    Fodon in a bag:

    Girlfriend in a coma, I know, I know, it’s serious:

  • New Haircut…

    Tired, Crooked Lipppie– No Botox

    yeah, wine didn’t help. oh well!

    okay here’s the no makeup version (yet somehow better cos I’m not so maudlin…)

    IMG_0294

  • A Year Later She Buys a New Camera Cable…

    the day I took my toes to see Sleater-Kinney:

    I have yet another new haircut… this one more Amelie-like than Lebowski. Emma, the nine-year-old, cut it. Well, she did the parts I couldn’t do with the mirror. Then today I had Michelle even it up and thin out the bottom so I didn’t look like the little boy with his finger in the dam. Maybe I’ll take a picture, maybe. I’ll certainly be waiting till evening so that it doesn’t look like a mug-shot. It takes at least a glass of wine to get a decent picture of me. I feel too fake smiling for the camera. It feels, I don’t know, vain, disingenuous. But get some liquor in me and all bets are off: I could give a shit.

  • Rerun… of 10/7/02

    ouch

    why is it

    they line up
    to beat the clown
    funny pop up
    now you’re down
    could it be
    that through the glass
    they point and shriek
    guffaw and laugh
    past that pane
    hurl vile invective
    yet not notice
    it’s reflective?

    “my thermo teacher said that: no matter how much you stir chocolate milk, it will never separate back into chocolate syrup and milk again, and no matter how long you wait it’ll never be the past again. he was discussing linearity and entropy.

    i think you are, too ;)

    Posted 10/9/2002 at 6:19 AM by underheart – delete – block user”

    I think it’s interesting that it was the only time underheart ever commented and he was the only one who made mention of the layers (see bolded words). It’s nice when someone else sees the layers… not many do but at least there’s the reminder that someone MIGHT.

  • bad poetry from a crazy person

    your heart though deep and warm and true
    does ponder on this matter
    back and forth the whole night through
    consistancy to shatter

    your love so deep and warm and true
    just serves to make you sadder
    thus love is and thus you are
    which leaves me all the madder