Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Long and Winding
Haven't written in a very long time, mostly because I had so much news and so many stories that I couldn't bring myself to begin.
Now I will tell one story:
I got fired today.
And deliver one news item:
I'm leaving for NYC at the end of the month, if all goes according to plan.
So:
If you have any desire to see me, just gimme a call. I have lots of free time.
If you're in NY in the near future (or there already), look me up. I'll be in Williamsburg, on 3rd, near the bridge.
LATER.
Now I will tell one story:
I got fired today.
And deliver one news item:
I'm leaving for NYC at the end of the month, if all goes according to plan.
So:
If you have any desire to see me, just gimme a call. I have lots of free time.
If you're in NY in the near future (or there already), look me up. I'll be in Williamsburg, on 3rd, near the bridge.
LATER.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
That Time Again
Woo woo my birthday is on Tuesday. I will be 23, in case you were wondering.
Carly and I are planning to bop around the fair city of MPLS, starting at Pancho Villa on Nicolette at 7pm, followed by Palmer's and possibly Grumpy's DT. Come to Pancho's for 2-4-1 Margheritas, or just give one of us a call at any point to join up in the festivities!
Carly and I are planning to bop around the fair city of MPLS, starting at Pancho Villa on Nicolette at 7pm, followed by Palmer's and possibly Grumpy's DT. Come to Pancho's for 2-4-1 Margheritas, or just give one of us a call at any point to join up in the festivities!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Stuff and More Stuff
I've been experiencing this new thing where if I drink at all, even if I only have a couple and don't go to sleep until 3 am, I wake up between 6 and 8 am, super stoked and full of restless energy. So I've been jumping out of bed and walking down to Spyhouse and emailing and internetting in the morning sunshine. It's kinda nice, but weird, to me. Today I decided to up the ante and go to Bad Waitress and have breakfast with myself and the internet. It's been suprisingly enjoyable!
And now, a story.
River
The house is long, low, and dark, resembling a slightly more menacing Frank Lloyd Wright creation. It sat back, nestled among towering evergreen trees that tinkled delicately in the silence of the sky where it stretched over the wide, slow-moving river. Although cloudless, the water's reflection of the ether was dark, sappharine blue, and fathomless.
I am in care of the mansion compound, though I don't enter often. The occupants are unknown to me. My days are spent with a group of nomadic peoples of indeterminate race, who currently inhabit the edge of the forest near the house. Their homes are simple structures, lean-to's with few comforts, built into a hillside where rainwater has washed away the undergrowth on it's path to the river, revealing the rich black soil characteristic of this region. Although they don't speak to me much, I feel more comfortable around their fire than I do in the shadowy beauty of the empty house. From what I've gathered, these 20 or so people simply felt rejected by the society into which they were born, in a village approximately 20 miles North of our current location. There, only blue eyed first born sons were given privilige, although they had to face considerable rights of passage upon the first full moon of their 13th year.
The nomads were dissenters, who also disagreed with the practice of sacrificing goats during religious celebrations, which were inherent to their tribe's social organization. I suppose I felt an affinity for these outcasts, as I myself had moved away from the urban center I previously resided in, with its crowded freeways and hardscrabble economy.
Around the fire, you could feel the dampness of the soil, the cool air reserved among the broad fronds of the evergreen, and the lick of flame as it cooked venison. The smells of the camp were something that took some time to get accustomed to. The nomads were generally clad in animal hides and fur, which retained a musky scent, derived either from the curing process or from the people themselves. The smell of venison has an almost metallic, pungent odor, perhaps due to the adrenaline which courses through a wild animal's veins at the time it is caught.
I myself recently experienced the phenomenon of our bodies' chemical response to danger. Crossing the bridge from the camp to the estate, one of the ancient cedar planks which created the surface of the structure gave way beneath my foot, sending me on a course for the bottom of the river. The water was apparently as thick as it was dark, and I felt as though I was being sucked down by clear blue molasses. I soon reached the bed of the river, which was covered by smooth gray rocks about the size of my palm. I began to panic as my ability to hold my breath waned, and as I looked to the surface of the deep water, an enormous school of large silver fish swarmed above, as birds in the air, their long, sharp teeth peaking out from the tips of their snouts. I could see the trees which lined the bank, lusciously green and wavering with the current, as well as the sky, like a streak of lightening cutting it's way through the forest above it's companion, the river.
The fascination aroused by the fish and their journey across the sky somehow postponed my need to draw breath, and as they passed downriver, I pushed for the surface of the heavy, coursing water, fanning my arms and momentarily wishing I could co-opt the fins of the strange fish. I reached the surface and found one of the nomads holding a pole out to me, which I used to pull myself to the shore, exhausted. He asked if I saw the school heading downriver, and when I told him I had, he ran back to the camp.
To Be Continued
And now, a story.
River
The house is long, low, and dark, resembling a slightly more menacing Frank Lloyd Wright creation. It sat back, nestled among towering evergreen trees that tinkled delicately in the silence of the sky where it stretched over the wide, slow-moving river. Although cloudless, the water's reflection of the ether was dark, sappharine blue, and fathomless.
I am in care of the mansion compound, though I don't enter often. The occupants are unknown to me. My days are spent with a group of nomadic peoples of indeterminate race, who currently inhabit the edge of the forest near the house. Their homes are simple structures, lean-to's with few comforts, built into a hillside where rainwater has washed away the undergrowth on it's path to the river, revealing the rich black soil characteristic of this region. Although they don't speak to me much, I feel more comfortable around their fire than I do in the shadowy beauty of the empty house. From what I've gathered, these 20 or so people simply felt rejected by the society into which they were born, in a village approximately 20 miles North of our current location. There, only blue eyed first born sons were given privilige, although they had to face considerable rights of passage upon the first full moon of their 13th year.
The nomads were dissenters, who also disagreed with the practice of sacrificing goats during religious celebrations, which were inherent to their tribe's social organization. I suppose I felt an affinity for these outcasts, as I myself had moved away from the urban center I previously resided in, with its crowded freeways and hardscrabble economy.
Around the fire, you could feel the dampness of the soil, the cool air reserved among the broad fronds of the evergreen, and the lick of flame as it cooked venison. The smells of the camp were something that took some time to get accustomed to. The nomads were generally clad in animal hides and fur, which retained a musky scent, derived either from the curing process or from the people themselves. The smell of venison has an almost metallic, pungent odor, perhaps due to the adrenaline which courses through a wild animal's veins at the time it is caught.
I myself recently experienced the phenomenon of our bodies' chemical response to danger. Crossing the bridge from the camp to the estate, one of the ancient cedar planks which created the surface of the structure gave way beneath my foot, sending me on a course for the bottom of the river. The water was apparently as thick as it was dark, and I felt as though I was being sucked down by clear blue molasses. I soon reached the bed of the river, which was covered by smooth gray rocks about the size of my palm. I began to panic as my ability to hold my breath waned, and as I looked to the surface of the deep water, an enormous school of large silver fish swarmed above, as birds in the air, their long, sharp teeth peaking out from the tips of their snouts. I could see the trees which lined the bank, lusciously green and wavering with the current, as well as the sky, like a streak of lightening cutting it's way through the forest above it's companion, the river.
The fascination aroused by the fish and their journey across the sky somehow postponed my need to draw breath, and as they passed downriver, I pushed for the surface of the heavy, coursing water, fanning my arms and momentarily wishing I could co-opt the fins of the strange fish. I reached the surface and found one of the nomads holding a pole out to me, which I used to pull myself to the shore, exhausted. He asked if I saw the school heading downriver, and when I told him I had, he ran back to the camp.
To Be Continued
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Ramblin' Rose
Had a fun silly day yester. Caffetto, MOA with Jocie to prepare for her trip to NYC, got food stoned on mall chow and went to work. Went by fast, as I was the DJ for the night. Laura Fulk picked me up and we went to the T Rock, where much running-into ensued. Nick came and met us and was in a decidedly improved mood.
Had a very interesting conversation with him and Zach Pearl about perception of self and projection and intentions. It's so wonderful when one of your friend's genius highlights the other's, thereby causing you to appreciate each all the more.
Nick and I are going to Bemidji tomorrow morning. I am very excited. It should be extremely interesting. I'm sure he will get on very well with Ma.
Oh, and I have a new 'thing.' Going to Barbette after work on Mondays (at like 5 -- happy hour!) when Joc gets off work and drinking Champagne and eating nice things. Any and all should join (I'm looking at you James)!
Bye!
Had a very interesting conversation with him and Zach Pearl about perception of self and projection and intentions. It's so wonderful when one of your friend's genius highlights the other's, thereby causing you to appreciate each all the more.
Nick and I are going to Bemidji tomorrow morning. I am very excited. It should be extremely interesting. I'm sure he will get on very well with Ma.
Oh, and I have a new 'thing.' Going to Barbette after work on Mondays (at like 5 -- happy hour!) when Joc gets off work and drinking Champagne and eating nice things. Any and all should join (I'm looking at you James)!
Bye!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Conversation
me: yes. we have bigger fish to fry.
i will meet someone in a salvatore ferragamo suit.
Maureen: he says shit like this every week. and i'm like, "Perry get a grip. Do your homework, go to class, and we'll see when summer comes, ok?"
me: or ermenegildo zegna.
Maureen: perry will give us the hook up
me: dude.
Maureen: hell every fucker i know at princeton will give us the hookup
these kids are crazy
me: this is what i'm taling about.
DOUBLE TROUBLE.
DYNAMIC DUO
Maureen: [nose smile]
me: WE WILL SLAY
with our midwestern good sense.
Maureen: the funny thing is, i think they think i am one of them?
bcs perry's dad knew my dad at princeton
me: OOHHHHHHHHHH
Maureen: and i'm like, his princeton was NOT the same as your dad's princeton
me: that changes everythign.
Maureen: all the same
me: yeah.
Maureen: minnesota = no man's land
me: tevs. i am no man of the land.
i am all and nothing.
Maureen: you will be the exotic girl from hippie world who grew up on a res
i told your story
everyone was dazzled
me: uh oh.
oh man.
Maureen: who randomly learned ancient greek
me: now i have rep.
hahaha
Maureen: girl you have a MYTH built around you
in my head at least
me: it does sound pretty wild in bullet point format.
i'll have to really rub it all in.
lol
[smile]
I'M SO EXCITED I'M JUMPING OUT OF MY SKIN BUT IT MIGHT ALSO BE THE ESPRESSO
i will meet someone in a salvatore ferragamo suit.
Maureen: he says shit like this every week. and i'm like, "Perry get a grip. Do your homework, go to class, and we'll see when summer comes, ok?"
me: or ermenegildo zegna.
Maureen: perry will give us the hook up
me: dude.
Maureen: hell every fucker i know at princeton will give us the hookup
these kids are crazy
me: this is what i'm taling about.
DOUBLE TROUBLE.
DYNAMIC DUO
Maureen: [nose smile]
me: WE WILL SLAY
with our midwestern good sense.
Maureen: the funny thing is, i think they think i am one of them?
bcs perry's dad knew my dad at princeton
me: OOHHHHHHHHHH
Maureen: and i'm like, his princeton was NOT the same as your dad's princeton
me: that changes everythign.
Maureen: all the same
me: yeah.
Maureen: minnesota = no man's land
me: tevs. i am no man of the land.
i am all and nothing.
Maureen: you will be the exotic girl from hippie world who grew up on a res
i told your story
everyone was dazzled
me: uh oh.
oh man.
Maureen: who randomly learned ancient greek
me: now i have rep.
hahaha
Maureen: girl you have a MYTH built around you
in my head at least
me: it does sound pretty wild in bullet point format.
i'll have to really rub it all in.
lol
[smile]
I'M SO EXCITED I'M JUMPING OUT OF MY SKIN BUT IT MIGHT ALSO BE THE ESPRESSO
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Hey Jaws, Think This Was Us?
gorgeous brunette at the CC club tuesday night - m4w
Reply to: pers-603486817@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-03-11, 11:59PM CDT
Hi there,
You were with a female blonde friend. you were in jeans and a black shirt....I have seen you there one other time.
I was sketching in the booth across from you.
I just wanted to say that i think you are absolutely gorgeous.
Reply to: pers-603486817@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-03-11, 11:59PM CDT
Hi there,
You were with a female blonde friend. you were in jeans and a black shirt....I have seen you there one other time.
I was sketching in the booth across from you.
I just wanted to say that i think you are absolutely gorgeous.
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