Best class yet. Moving in spontaneous outbursts and combustion-ing skills, no thought (the mind was gone because I had to focus on the musicality, see?), her shrieking at EXACTLY THE RIGHT TIME when she turned around and interrupted me. Four people standing and swinging like doors on greasy hinges — “try contrasting the energy!” — and the flipping through like a rolodex of story.
Dreamscape was awesome. Starting with a hesitation was the most confident choice I could have Read more…
There is no stopping it. The light continues to bleed. It breaks open in an endless run, yoke to sun. There will only be more light. We are essentially alone.
Reaching up up up Read more…
Added my last four year’s of Year-in-Reviews / New Year Letters to its own dedicated page.
June 24, 2010 – Stream-of-consciousness Freewrite
What you had, and what you lost. Thunder only happens when it’s raining; players only love you when you’re playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you’ll know.
Thanks, Stevie. I. and I do a soft breakup (like a restaurant’s soft opening, or a soft sell, or a soft roll-in), and my heart is Read more…
I’m going to be doing another Mortified performance in Berkeley. Come watch me mortify myself on stage as I read journal entries I wrote when I was 12 and tried to change my reputation — military style — in order to win over my crush.
Awesome beat-box crew also does amazing improv stuff during the show, as well as awesome dancing after.
WHEN: THIS FRIDAY 6/25
TIME: 8:00pm (Doors Open At 7)
WHERE: Shattuck Down Low (2284 Shattuck Ave, Berkeley, CA)
TIX: www.getmortified.com/live
COST: $15 Presale / $20 at door
MORE INFO: www.getmortified.com
Done, and done.
[updated, three seconds later:] Done waiting on other people when I can do it myself, done listening to other people when I know myself, and done expecting other people own my happiness when I am responsible to only myself.
I’m in Pheonix, fat-full of veggie fajitas and margaritas. Bloated and sore and ready for more. Yard-saled and spent, purging like lent. A deep whoozy, no floozy, no jacuzzi, but a doozy– 100* or higher, first-buyer, night-flyer, snooze-glider, all-nighter, crossed wires, deep sigher.
My dearest K. is shifting, and I’m shifting, too. My twin sister R. is a Rational(TM) Mastermind and I want her to soar. (K. and I are “Teachers(TM)” equal portion extrovert, intuitive, feeling– only judging a little less, a little more.)
Both of them have come into my life, I know, to show me myself (and, of course, to show me THEMselves, because what better pop than a friendship built of words and difference?)
We slinger and meld along, leaning here and lopsidedly there, but all lit diamonds from within. We each nothing but mirrors, a broadcasting of exactly the very light we want to shine. We are on our way.
It is coming. We will wait.
There are times, and then there are other times, where you wonder where you put those original times, where you were planning on thinking of future times.
I have set most of my FB privacy setting to “only I can see.” It makes me feel like I have a face that only shows up when I look in the mirror. A small part of me is paranoid that if I delete my account, I will cease to exist.
So it seems that 29 is the lucky age where I get to become acutely aware of this whole “age” business — or, rather, the “stage of life” I’m in — or, rather, “should” [?] be in.
That is to say, I have been attending a shit-load of weddings and baby showers. Read more…
And thus, shall we make a Day of Rest for all of our days.
Plans for this weekend: [ n o t h i n g n e s s ]
Got home late after improv class, tired and hungry. Usually, I don’t like eating late, but I was ravenous.
To my unluck, the fridge was empty, save for the basics.
So for dinner I made a mustard, mayo, curry, worcestershire and pickle sandwhich.
But I could tell My Brain was STARVING for good fats, so I added butter and coconut oil.
I think it’s time to go to the grocery store.
Why is it that I can only stay happy three days in a row? Ah, that’s right, Memorial Day ended…