not to laugh but
to have insight
understand catharsis
with things that are fragile

I think my father sent a postcard. I think it was published in Frank Warren's book. I think I found it. I think it made me mad.

I think I'm afraid of secrets that are written on the walls of our homes instead of the walls of our ribs. I fear the collective, active

Had an asthma attack this morning so I've been taking it easy since this 7am. Rock-star. Not going to class makes me feel like a goober...but it was pretty apparent that today it wasn't in the cards. Where on EARTH is my inhaler ( Read more... )

Got out of town today with MoFitz. I think the two of us desperately needed to escape for a while to forget about humanity. Something about being in a town where you KNOW people...your empathy confounds the circumstances. Today was a day where the Passive Aggressive Mambo had to hit the ground running, so to speak. It is always one straw that makes ( Read more... )

Yesterday life wasn't coming to me, so I came to it. Why not? What else? Distraction was imparative. I got out of work around 1 and fueled up for a lone gunman type journey to Syracuse to see Brokeback Mountain. I figured I was pulling teeth trying to get someone to go with me, so I may as well suck it up and take myself on a date. Jury's in...and ( Read more... )

Everyday I wake up and let the steam in my tea escape ( Read more... )

Reading and spending too much money on music was on the table for the day and I decided not to call it's bluff. It's nice, on occassion, to just be around rather than on the run, but I won't put you on...I couldn't do it two days in a row. It's only 5 and I'm itching. Just itching.

While looking for what I want in a new camera and ripping some ( Read more... )

After work yesterday I find myself wondering about vanity. Vanity in youth, in middle age...the general cascade of love for the picture of one's self and where it begins. It's nature? I'm not sure. Generally I'm never sure. I fold tacky shirts and watch little girls walk by mirrors and become transfixed by their own being. Is it just that they are ( Read more... )

Home from Euromadness and still pondering what significance it all had for me. I'm not sure it's much, to be honest. I think we all grow up putting a lot of our self-worth into these attractions and when you get around to seeing them it's a sort of validation for many (at least most of the group I was with). I think I would have enjoyed this a lot ( Read more... )

( stupid pictures part 1 )

( stupid pictures part 2 )