You say it's your birthday?
Mood:
Tired, but in a good way, from hard work
Monday early afternoon. Two shots of espresso in the gut and a slight sun burn on the arms after a long Sunday afternoon bike ride.
My birthday was Saturday, but the party started Friday night. We had a slow start due to a friend's intransigence, but at Soma that night, things got going as I poured vodka-tonic after vodka-tonic down my cancerous throat. My friends Jess, Amy, I, and George hug-danced all night. At some point, I had an interesting experience in the bathroom. Overall it was one of those night that is impossible to forget, legs, liquor, a feeding fre3nzy of lustful emotions, all pointing towards a teleos of Saturday morning hang-overs and will-o-wisp desires. But it was a lively treat for a man turning 31. Growing aged and infirm, I eat fruit while I can while stepping on as few toes as possible.
On the way back to Jess' car, she said something so funny that I lost control of my body. Legs, arms, nothing could move. It's a wonder I didn't puke from the shock of the laughter! Or maybe I did? I'll chekc the entry logs later. Everything we do is staged for the camera isn't it? Laying on the sidewalk and shuddering in laughter. My friends were powerless to do anything.
Hey man, I'm 31. I deserve it.
Spent Saturday night with Jess and we saw Laurie Anderson. I've always wanted to see Laurie because I've been into her performance art for so long. She had amazing quotes (You remember Moscow, don't you?) and stories (a boy who learned to kiss without passion; a family who spent too much time with each other). Laurie is one whom I've modeled my own performances after (the other being Spalding Grey). How does a person learn to keep the attention of an audience for an hour and a half and never get bored? That's what I'm trying to do. Stories.
After Laurie, Jess and I met Amy and George at the Khyber Pass. Jess was too tired to stay out late, so we left while Amy and George danced with kids rolling on MDMA. I was jealous, but too apathetic to make any sudden acquisition moves.
On a totally different note, four of my favorite online journals have recently updated their none-too-frequently-updated journals. Sometimes folks need the right encouragement to accomplish their goals.
One year ago today that I started Clarion 2001. Beyond belief, that's old age, huh? In a month and a half, I'll get to see my classmates again for Clarion's reunion! Some destinies I just can't escape.
Laurie Anderson talked about stories, her stories and other people's stories and how they shape our relationship to Others. Most intriguing was how we lie, reshape, add, and omit details. How/Why we fine-tune the context to the Other we're addressing.
Look at my comments above. They are filtered, abbreviated. What is the amount of attenuation of meaning from the word?
Journals are slippery. Trust in these things should never be completely tenacious. When journals fall by the wayside, it's understandable.
I KNOW YOU'RE DOCUMENTING MY DOWNFALL. THANK YOU.
My birthday was Saturday, but the party started Friday night. We had a slow start due to a friend's intransigence, but at Soma that night, things got going as I poured vodka-tonic after vodka-tonic down my cancerous throat. My friends Jess, Amy, I, and George hug-danced all night. At some point, I had an interesting experience in the bathroom. Overall it was one of those night that is impossible to forget, legs, liquor, a feeding fre3nzy of lustful emotions, all pointing towards a teleos of Saturday morning hang-overs and will-o-wisp desires. But it was a lively treat for a man turning 31. Growing aged and infirm, I eat fruit while I can while stepping on as few toes as possible.
On the way back to Jess' car, she said something so funny that I lost control of my body. Legs, arms, nothing could move. It's a wonder I didn't puke from the shock of the laughter! Or maybe I did? I'll chekc the entry logs later. Everything we do is staged for the camera isn't it? Laying on the sidewalk and shuddering in laughter. My friends were powerless to do anything.
Hey man, I'm 31. I deserve it.
Spent Saturday night with Jess and we saw Laurie Anderson. I've always wanted to see Laurie because I've been into her performance art for so long. She had amazing quotes (You remember Moscow, don't you?) and stories (a boy who learned to kiss without passion; a family who spent too much time with each other). Laurie is one whom I've modeled my own performances after (the other being Spalding Grey). How does a person learn to keep the attention of an audience for an hour and a half and never get bored? That's what I'm trying to do. Stories.
After Laurie, Jess and I met Amy and George at the Khyber Pass. Jess was too tired to stay out late, so we left while Amy and George danced with kids rolling on MDMA. I was jealous, but too apathetic to make any sudden acquisition moves.
On a totally different note, four of my favorite online journals have recently updated their none-too-frequently-updated journals. Sometimes folks need the right encouragement to accomplish their goals.
One year ago today that I started Clarion 2001. Beyond belief, that's old age, huh? In a month and a half, I'll get to see my classmates again for Clarion's reunion! Some destinies I just can't escape.
Laurie Anderson talked about stories, her stories and other people's stories and how they shape our relationship to Others. Most intriguing was how we lie, reshape, add, and omit details. How/Why we fine-tune the context to the Other we're addressing.
Look at my comments above. They are filtered, abbreviated. What is the amount of attenuation of meaning from the word?
Journals are slippery. Trust in these things should never be completely tenacious. When journals fall by the wayside, it's understandable.
I KNOW YOU'RE DOCUMENTING MY DOWNFALL. THANK YOU.
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