Today marks the start of my new art and life blog, The Painted Life. Will be more frequently updated than this, but I will keep linking to and from.

Now GO LOOK: The Painted Life

Thank ye.

Hey, people who watch this journal for its random, almost-never postings.

I want you to do something.

Text "Haiti" to 90999 right now to help donate to the Red Cross relief fund for Haiti. Not kidding. Haiti is completely devastated and it's the least you can do. It's a $10 donation, applied to your monthly cellular bill. No big deal, right ( Read more... )

The Scientists Who Be are moving the hand of the Doomsday Clock for the first time in two years, live at 10 AM and you can watch online. How close are we to uber-destruction?! I simply don't know!

You can watch this video on www.livejournal.com

DOOMSDAY CLOCK ANNOUNCEMENT from TurnBackTheClock.org on Vimeo.

Dear Self,
Fuck you.
Love,
Self

Me = wants to curl up in a ball somewhere.

Thanks.
& goodnight.

Like a diver on a lofty spar of land
Atop the flight of stairs I stand.
A whirlpool leers at me,
I cast off my identity
And make the fatal plunge.

[from "Family Reunion" by Sylvia Plath]

Good night.

If I had words to make a day for you
I'd sing you a morning: golden and true.
I would make this day last for all time!
Then fill the night deep in moonshine!
If I had words to make a day for you
I'd give you a morning golden and true!
I would make this day last for all time!

So Babe is one of my all-time favorite movies, and this scene and song ( Read more... )

The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore,
rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head
propped on The Meaning of MeaningHe catwalks down our corridor ( Read more... )

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.

[T.S. Eliot ]

I found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues
And it will pass away like a slow parade:
It's leaving but I don't know how soon.

And the world's got me dizzy again.
You'd think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin
And it always feels worse when I stand in one place
So I'm always pacing around or walking away.["Land Locked Blues" - Bright ( Read more... )