Atomic

I think I implode under tension.

{Can we replace the pronouns with fairer substitutes: the world, you, veins, clouds...?}

Astrodienst

As the skeptical idealist type, I've never really fallen for horoscopes, until I found one for birthdates. Then, it got strange; it was impeccably detailed, but seemed to describe me in oddly intimate ways. This was not a horoscope effect--which is what I like to call it--where the circumstances contrive to fit the person in afterthought. I'm not sure what to think of it now.

Then I stopped by the library today, and I had forgotten my card. The librarian had to use my birthdate to find me. There was a scroll-worthy list of several pages of people born on the same month, date, and year! (and this is probably only in my library region, as well) which makes me wonder... Say--perhaps, that there is some truth to personalities being influenced by the day you're born--are these people all like me?

I think it would be terrifying to find someone who was exactly like me. I might hate myself, or excavate a repulsive narcissism.

[EDIT{
I saw my first opera on Friday. It was beautiful.
I thought I would be anything but enchanted. Wrong.
Poetry into music.
}]

Glass Flecks in Ordinary Objects

Discovering a new Joanna Newsom song just made my day--although, it was already made, really.

Optimism--what fruit, flower, and seed.


[Edit: Despite not really knowing/liking The Fray/Kanye West too well. The Fray's cover of Kanye West's Heartless, and the smooth, quiet wailing, just made my knees go weak--never knew that feeling before. Funny the things that affect you...]

Shockshelled valentine, you might have been mine

http://www.miami.com/miami-luv-a-valentines-day-mixtape-article
Sixth artist.

Other than that,
I'm such a mess today.

Hope you have a lovely time wherever you are.

Tina is..

a Shammy, a towel, a sponge
that can hold up to 20 pounds of weight.

hahaha
I love spam.
So much pleasure in deleting that sucker.

Trivial Cycling

This seems fairly apropos today (& everyday.. at least for a while).




On the bright side, I have a song coming along. Pocket full of posies, giving me ideas -- yeah!

Weapon of Massive Consumption

Today I am "organically composed to sizz, / lushly explosive into a thick dense of smoke"--at least that's what I wrote at 2 in the morning. Don't worry. It doesn't really make sense to me either.

So. I spent all day/night/day before & finished Rock Bottom: A Novel. It was a book sent to me in the mail by GoodReads (thank you, dear), and they kindly suggest readers to review in order to perpetuate the program. I have to say.. it was weirdly engaging and hard to put down, but I'm not sure if I liked it. A self-proclaimed dark comedy, it was more dark than comedy, but that may be my lack of taste. Although, I do love a good black comedy. Wes Anderson is a goddess.

Either way, I was totally absorbed in it, and it's a torrential frescacity of change compared to Milton & the bible (current class reading)--that's for sure.

Meanwhile, education is brightening my reform-craving horizon.
Music is consuming me. Struck up correspondence with a few producers recently, but I've been dropping them like dead matches. They have been surprisingly kind lately (but just as forgetful). How fresh that bloom, and soft its dropped petals!


My hands are cold.

Tengo que empezar leer BBC Mundo. Olvidé por que razón paré.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/spanish/latin_america/newsid_7863000/7863732.stm
It seems as though the air never moves. Coriolis effect?

Zach Condon/Beirut is brilliant. I would have given anything to have attended this:
http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2008/12/inlets_w_zach_c.html
I like the cute crossed arms. haha. They look so unhappy. Posers (in the modelesque way, of course).
[Where's Waldo edit: bonus points if you can spot the guy on his blackberry while a musician is playing. ouch.]

So, why is Mr. Condon so brilliant?
He wrote this and recorded it at age 15. I cannot tell if envy is the blood-substitute right now or if it is happy awe. Perhaps a glorious mixture to spur me into action?
http://kitsunenoir.com/blog/2008/01/06/beirut-the-joys-of-losing-weight/

I would also love to move to Europe and osmosically emerge as a Balkan musician.
Dropping out of school would pose a problem (like the little model arms of those Brooklyn attendees).

(Cover photo: Parkeharrisons -- Check them out! Gorgeous masters of photographic magical realism)