Humpday jamz c/o “drop shadow”
July 22nd, 2009
This is like if Legend of Zelda met Creed. And we all know Creed is bad as f#$5%.
This is about:
Advice from Dr. Pooja Shaw.
July 22nd, 2009
On long-distance relationships and how to help make them work.
1. Topless Skype. (Screen grab.)
2. Use the Postal Service. “She’s really good at it, I think I’m pretty good, we just pack up things we know the other will really like, like she’s really into crystals so I got her a book on minerals, you know, just send things that make you think of them.”
3. Frequent Flyer Miles. “I suggest doing a lot of back and forthing, like she came to me, then I came to her, that sort of thing, but what’s really fun is meeting somewhere in the middle and having like three days of unadulterated sexcapades.”
4. It ain’t Easy. “Shit’s hard. So either do it or don’t but there is no halfway. Once you know you want to do it, and it looks like you do, you have to go for it all the way.” There’s no half-assing an LDR.
The doctor has spoken. I’m listening.
“… distance reinforces that it’s true love and not a comfortable relationship based on convenience. I am in love with you, from 1700 miles away.”
This is about:
Excuse me, do you have a vegetarian schnitzel?
July 17th, 2009
Going to the Burg of F after work today to be a German tourist. And to get out of Austin for a moment because my best friend/gfnotgf also got out of Austin, taking a bit of my heart with her. Just need. A. Refresh. Er. Like, hitting the refresh when the triple-dubs trips up. Cleaned the house, early to work fueled by the lattes I never let myself buy anymore, hoping to come back ready to commit myself to enrichment. Care. Compassion. Empathy. Self-love.
No I am not talking about bean-flicking. I’m talking about weiner schnitzel.
Kazun-teight.
I am talking about five friends, Fredricksburg, I’ve never been, and a trip as a ritual as a mock-up as something to just help me shift it a bit. To take a step away from real life, to climb up Enchanted Rock, to be a souvenir-peruser, to laugh, to smile, to drink. To say the one saying in German I ever learned, the same my mom would yell from the bottom of the stairs when dinner was ready, “Come here, pretty please,” or “Coma zih hein, bita shern,” (phonetically, of course.) What I’ve found from heartache comes the strength of friendships, learning from one another, from Buffy, from pain comes support, comes love.
It’s only a trip an hour away. Yeah. And it was only a seat on the bus, too.
This is about:
Words.
July 9th, 2009
Scrolling through it made me realize I’ve been simply posting vids. Which are grand. And will keep coming. (Humpday jamz are necessary … it’s a long week.) But. This is what I do. I write. This is why people start a blog.
When I was younger, I never won any Young Author’s awards (”My brother, Sister and the Cake I made,” believe it or not, never got the cult following it deserved.) But I never had to try in writing classes. In fact the best grade I ever received in AP English was for a paper I wrote after taking my pain pills for my wisdom teeth. Shot up in bed, already sleeping oh shit I forgot to write this, but man, I just took 4 vicodin … She gave me 40/35 and drew a smiley face. I was so high.
It’s in that floaty loss of inhibition, we talked about this last night, people not used to being writers, who find themselves only while lost in a substance’s freedom able to follow a trail of words that feel so true and real to them. Stephen King used to pound a case of Beast every night, in between horks of white powder. I use coffee at work. Have a cup every morning and before that sweet java sip, I don’t feel creative. My taglines are fueled by Columbian beans. My favorite TV spot I’ve made came after three beers. And a little of that left-handed tobacco.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.
The same goes for writing. And perhaps … virginity.
This is about:
Humpday jamz (ii) c/o directionals
July 8th, 2009
So I never do this. I pick one Wednesday jam and that’s it. But, when Lou sent me this, it was on. Made my humpday a mountain, a mole hill. It’s 3:10pm, do you know where your booty’s shaking at?
This is about:
Humpday jamz c/o rocketships
July 8th, 2009
Was introduced to N.A.S.A today, this hip hop outfit that has everyone and their brother sing/rap with them and makes music sicker than the debris from Apollo blowing up.
This is about:
Humpday jamz c/o trolls
July 1st, 2009
Good thing this is only :21. This is probably the most trolliest thing ever.