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November 9th, 2009
06:36 am
"Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs,
you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least
think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive." - Mel Brooks
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October 20th, 2009
12:44 pm - Baby
I love the new direction he is taking...
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September 21st, 2009
August 26th, 2009
09:59 am - shhh....
i want to sleep. it is 10am and i want to sleep!
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August 20th, 2009
05:08 am - Love
Sometimes, it seems like it has always been there. The newness fades, the magic becomes invisible, the fire reduced to embers. Then unexpectedly, the magic reappears casting a spell over your heart, the shiny threads of joy touch you again and passion engulfs you-threatening to burn the whole world down.
I think about our first meeting sometimes and it still baffles me. If I was not running late to catch the bus-distracted by the Yoko Ono exhibit at the Jones Center for Contemporary Art-I never would have met him. His beauty a revelation on a day when I was surrounded by beauty. He wore green stripes that day. They are burned in my memory, like the scent of my mother's perfume. I fell in love with him then and there and we only spoke maybe 10 minutes before a bus came and took me away. I turned around to see him getting smaller, but he never looked my way.
Our first date was a lunch at a really bad restaurant near Zilker Park, afterward we walked in the rain through the park. We stopped on a pedestrian bridge, the creek below us overflowing. The falling mist a halo around David's head. My heart was beating rapidly and I wanted to kiss him. Days later over coffee at a thrift store, I would stare into his eyes on a warm February day. Later that week, he came to visit me early in the morning. I was still asleep when he arrived at my house on Romeria Drive. We kissed for the first time in my bedroom which faced the sun. Golden light filled the room, I would associate the kiss with that part of the day for weeks.
Last night, when he kissed me before bed, the memories, the feelings, the joy in my heart all washed over me again. A river of memories flooding my mind. An unknown depth of happiness I never thought possible saturating my life, calming me.
I love you David.
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August 14th, 2009
07:58 am - Recipe for Happiness
1. Boil enough water to fill you favorite cup.
2. Add one bag of Chamomile Tea, let it steep for 5 minutes. Do not remove tea bag.
3. Add 3 tablespoons of Half and Half (this is a dairy product in your grocers refrigerated section)
4. Add your favorite sweetener.
5. Stir to mix milk with tea.
6. Enjoy!
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August 13th, 2009
04:48 am - This is how I spent the day
Image:"The Big One" by Nayland Blake
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August 12th, 2009
04:01 am - Crickets
I am not a light sleeper. In fact, I think I sleep too heavy and too often compared to most people. At the same time though, I also get up earlier than most people. Why? Well, there a many reasons. Sometimes, I get enough rest by sleeping for a few hours, other times, having a late night drink of water or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night wakes me up. The main thing that wakes me up though is the sound of the evil. Lighting striking will wake me up, children swimming in the pool will wake me up; construction workers shouting, people fighting, Fox News, hail tapping the roof, these are all things that are evil that wake me up. This morning, however, was different. It was a new evil, I woke up to the sound of crickets in my house!
David and I have been having many disagreements about our bathroom. The main disagreement though is the presence of a crack in our bathroom wall. I say crack but a better description is where the bathroom wall and the tub meet, the caulk is gone. More than occasionally, I see insects in our bathroom. Once while folding delicates, I saw a pill bug sauntering across the floor near our sink. Another time while I was sitting on the toilet minding my own business, a spider barges into the bathroom, making its entrance under the bathroom door and immediately running like a maniac towards me! Three days ago, there was a small centipede, winding its way around the rim of the tub. Needless to say, they all died-gruesomely. David, ever the staunch disbeliever of my theory that insects know I dislike them. (How else do you explain the reason why they torture me on daily.basis-at train stations, on walks to the grocery store, now in my own bathroom!?!). David, thinks that the crack is non existent, even though it is clearly visible-to my eyes anyway. Smiling at me with its toothless grin. (I wish it would close its fucking mouth) How can he not see the crack? It screams at me when I close the bathroom door. "Mark...", says the voice of the crack, "You better be careful, creepy crawly things will come out of me and bite you!"
I know nothing is perfect, in fact I think that is my mantra in life. Nothing is perfect, but that should not stop you from enjoying life! This crack in the wall bringing insects in though is bullshit, and unacceptable. It should come as no surprise then that this morning upon opening my eyes to the sound of the crickets chirping from our bathtub, I was pissed! I went into our bathroom and immediately stood facing the crack. Hands on my hips, looking down at the crack in a condescending way-I could hear them chirping behind the wall. How did they get there? What am I going to do? Why is David sleeping through this orchestra of chirping emanating from our bathroom? After a few minutes of fuming at the crack I closed the door and turned to the only thing that understands me more than my boyfriend, more than my friends, more than my mother-coffee.
It is 4am and I am drinking coffee I just brewed. The bittersweet velvet of its creamy goodness soothes me and makes me dream of another world, a world where the bugs stay out of my bathroom. A world where one day I can sleep though evil.
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June 16th, 2009
10:24 am
I have been awake since 7:30 am. I have written in my journal, enjoyed coffee, read the news, watched the news, and bathed. Now, I have to run errands. First, I must prove that David is my domestic partner-so he can stay insured, then off to the post office to mail a gift to a friend, then find a place to buy shorts, go grocery shopping or "chopping" as my grandmother says, then back home in time for Oprah, before I finish off the day with laundry. I feel tired already.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/thinking.gif) errands
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May 17th, 2009
11:45 pm
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May 1st, 2009
02:01 am - HELP ME!
Help me
I think I'm falling
In love again
When I get that crazy feeling, I know
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble
cause you're a rambler and a gambler
And a sweet-talking-ladies man
And you love your loving
But not like you love your freedom
Help me
I think Im falling
In love too fast
Its got me hoping for the future
And worrying about the past
cause I've seen some hot hot blazes
Come down to smoke and ash
We love our loving
But not like we love our freedom
Didn't it feel good?
We were sitting there talking
Or lying there not talking
Didn't it feel good
You dance with the lady
With the hole in her stocking
Didn't it feel good?
Didn't it feel good?
Help me
I think I'm falling
In love with you
Are you going to let me go there by myself?
That's such a lonely thing to do!
Both of us flirting around
Flirting and flirting
Hurting too
We love our loving
But not like we love our freedom...
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April 28th, 2009
April 25th, 2009
April 23rd, 2009
April 12th, 2009
11:19 pm - my heart goes bang, bang, bang...
Spent a week in a dusty library
Waiting for some words to jump at me
We met by a trick of fate
French navy my sailor mate
We met by the moon on a silvery lake
You came my way
Said, I want you to stay
You with your dietary restrictions
Said you loved me with a lot of conviction
I was waiting to be struck by lightning
Waiting for somebody exciting
Like you
Oh, the thing that you do
You make me go ooh
With the things that you do (you do, you do)
I wanted to control it
But love, I couldn't hold it
I wanted to control it
But love, I couldn't hold it...
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April 8th, 2009
11:43 am
for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bizarrocub , sage francis at flatstock during sxsw 2009, austin, texas
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April 6th, 2009
04:41 am
Here is a mix I made for you to enjoy. It has a definite slant on minimal techno with shuffling rhythms and bouncing synthesizers. Some of my favorite songs from today, yesterday, and of my own creation are incorporated in the mix. Mathias Kaden's remix of Noze's "You Have to Dance" is pure joy; the bass line, the whistles, and the percussion command you want to dance! The last song is Ricardo Villalobos' "Fizheuer Zieheuer" a strange piece of music that is at times austere and minimal, but if you listen to the subtlety you will notice all of the intricate programming in the song. The highlight of the track comes midway when the percussion and horns give way to a slow Latin style horn wail, it's techno music at it's most experimental.
Enjoy and share!
http://www.mediafire.com/?naznyyhywn0
01. Mark Star "Keep On Groovin" Mark Henning remix
02. Noze "You Have to Dance" Mathias Kaden's Beapolka remix
03. Gel Abril "Your Face is a Mess" Itamar Sagi Remix
04. Ricardo Villalobos "Mellow Dee"
05. Amir "Jazz Loops"
06. Wighnomy Brothers "Moppal Kiff"
07. Steril "Rock the Nation" Lutzenkirchin Remix
08. Lutzenkirchin "All that Jazz" Popof Remix
09. Tiefschwarz "On & On"
10. Hoxton Whores "Devil Toy"
11. International Pony "Leaving Home" Akufen Remix
12. The Lady Candice Juarez "Molcajete" Version 2
13. Marcin Czubala "Jedwab"
14. Ricardo Villalobos "Fizheuer Zieheuer"
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04:30 am
This is the shit I was talking about! tinyurl.com/582d2s !
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