its alright, its alright, its alright, its alright ...
my mum is reading "the gospel of mary magdalene" with a dictionary by her side.
what a good idea.
there are far too many books that im proud to say that ive read and ashamed to say that i havent understood because i didnt humble myself to the all-knowing dictionary.
shes always been one for female heroes, my mother.
our house is overflowing with the memoirs of, novels based on the lives of, and articles about countless "inspirational women".
the kind of women that people love or hate, in a big way.
hillary clinton, eleanor roosevelt, jane goodall, mother teresa, jackie o, and now mary magdalene.
weve our share of lennon biographies and kennedy family chronicles and jimmy carter publications too; not to mention tolstoy ( i grew up with the name tolstoy in my mind from all of his books lying about, but for the longest time wasnt sure if "tolstoy" was a name or a title).
im working, i have a car, im making money, things have gotten a bit less scary.
(YOU MAKE ME SIMPLY ACHE INSIDE.)
today, in the mail, came the 1000th issue of "rollingstone".
i read it for five hours.
i want to write for "rollingstone" so much that my heart feels funny.
im going to send them an e-mail or a letter commenting on their annie leibovitz cover of a naked john curled around a clothed yoko.
please, read what they say about this photo and photos that are similar to it, because it really opened me entirely.
its one of three covers that have no words on it except for the magazine title.
one of the three is demi moore; i dont know the third one.
anyway, this photo was taken on the afternoon of the day that john was shot and that just makes it completely overwhelming when you look at it.
i mean, its his last day ALIVE and hes curled around his wife and shes not looking at him and hes whispering something to her and its like hes already gone.
but, of course, thats just what we see now.
its incredibly haunting, though.
i wish that i was annie leibovitz, and jann wenner, and cameron crowe, and mark seliger.
and hunter s. thompson.
because i mean, really.
thats what i want to do, in every way, shape, and form.
thus was my day.
i drove around with stephanie for a while.
i feel utterly removed, right now.
i cant tell if its good or bad.
im leaning toward bad.
i need to connect, soon.
what a good idea.
there are far too many books that im proud to say that ive read and ashamed to say that i havent understood because i didnt humble myself to the all-knowing dictionary.
shes always been one for female heroes, my mother.
our house is overflowing with the memoirs of, novels based on the lives of, and articles about countless "inspirational women".
the kind of women that people love or hate, in a big way.
hillary clinton, eleanor roosevelt, jane goodall, mother teresa, jackie o, and now mary magdalene.
weve our share of lennon biographies and kennedy family chronicles and jimmy carter publications too; not to mention tolstoy ( i grew up with the name tolstoy in my mind from all of his books lying about, but for the longest time wasnt sure if "tolstoy" was a name or a title).
im working, i have a car, im making money, things have gotten a bit less scary.
(YOU MAKE ME SIMPLY ACHE INSIDE.)
today, in the mail, came the 1000th issue of "rollingstone".
i read it for five hours.
i want to write for "rollingstone" so much that my heart feels funny.
im going to send them an e-mail or a letter commenting on their annie leibovitz cover of a naked john curled around a clothed yoko.
please, read what they say about this photo and photos that are similar to it, because it really opened me entirely.
its one of three covers that have no words on it except for the magazine title.
one of the three is demi moore; i dont know the third one.
anyway, this photo was taken on the afternoon of the day that john was shot and that just makes it completely overwhelming when you look at it.
i mean, its his last day ALIVE and hes curled around his wife and shes not looking at him and hes whispering something to her and its like hes already gone.
but, of course, thats just what we see now.
its incredibly haunting, though.
i wish that i was annie leibovitz, and jann wenner, and cameron crowe, and mark seliger.
and hunter s. thompson.
because i mean, really.
thats what i want to do, in every way, shape, and form.
thus was my day.
i drove around with stephanie for a while.
i feel utterly removed, right now.
i cant tell if its good or bad.
im leaning toward bad.
i need to connect, soon.