tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56308825342594783742024-02-18T19:21:18.153-08:00hear the artj--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-46614268655234960422010-11-23T00:44:00.001-08:002010-11-23T00:44:43.229-08:00<style>p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">dead-eyed—</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">you don’t, no,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">all</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>—ways know</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">more </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">than me</p>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-16125781213542112822009-06-24T20:54:00.000-07:002009-06-24T20:58:02.451-07:00heart beating of the Past<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Zion recalled the happenings of a week before. He had been out with Emily after work – they had dinner together, and ended up sitting in Zion’s car for a couple of hours, talking. Having decided that their discussion was not over, Zion said they should pick up beer and head over to Emily’s, so they did. Emily would never pass up an opportunity to be in Zion’s company, and was glad he had brought up coming over, so she wouldn’t have to ask. Zion knew, and played along. They had a couple of beers in Emily’s room, then Zion headed downstairs to grab some more, while Emily sat – heart and mind racing – on her bed. She heard a door open and someone call her name. She thought it was Zion, she smiled, and as the shadow walked through the door she was about to speak but instead saw Nicholas’ head pop in. He had been in Esperanza’s room, and wanted to see Emily before he left their place. They exchanged hellos and Nicholas asked her if she’d be at the party, and she responded by asking if </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> would be at the party. Zion walked up the stairs and heard Nicholas’ voice, something unexpected, and the circumstances he found himself in, with both Emily and Nicholas, he met the situation with laughter. Nicholas heard the laugh, his stomach sank, realizing Zion had been with Emily, and that he would probably be spending the night in Emily’s room. With the sick feeling in his stomach he looked down the hallway, didn’t see anyone, then looked back at Emily, whose forced awkward smile told him she knew exactly what was going through his mind. It was a desperate need to escape – leave, disappear without being seen. Without saying bye Nicholas walked down the hallway, and saw Zion’s smirk glow in the light that flooded through the window. Zion said hello to Nicholas, but Nicholas dropped his head – eyes hitting the carpet, and walked by without acknowledging Zion’s greeting. Zion kept smiling, walked into Emily’s room, and Nicholas heard the door being shut as the beige carpet grew black – the light from upstairs fading.</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-16696221223914339812009-05-27T21:14:00.000-07:002009-05-27T21:22:20.141-07:00Drilling my heart: striking eyes & batting lashes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div><br /></div>your hair a like lines of this poem</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> where I run</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> my mind<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> fingers<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">strands, my heart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">growing fond</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">thoughts</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> plait me</span><br /></div><div><br /></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-38476058361456601852009-05-20T19:39:00.000-07:002009-05-20T19:47:15.151-07:00this heart(')s beat; this boy's in love<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Zion looked at Nicholas, took a swig of his beer and said, "I don't think you understand what love is.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The beautiful part of love is being able to love someone without trying to make their body your own."</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> At this point in the</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> night both were drunk.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And both had been hit by one of the by products of drinking too much – the gentle spirited feeling of always being right, even when wrong.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">With every beer came a new level of spiritual transcendence, and a new reason to keep talking.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Nicholas had been sitting across from Zion, but had now shifted over to the seat on Zion’s right.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"But that's not it at all - that's not what I am trying to do," said Nicholas.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Then?"</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"See, I don't think it is an attempt at making their body your own, but just an attempt at letting them know how you feel.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Letting them know how you feel emotionally about them is important.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But letting them know how your body feels, letting them touch you and you touching them in return, you know, well, it's just an entirely different level of understanding.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I think </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">that</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> is the beautiful part of love."</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Maybe, but why are you trying to hold my hand?"</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-13592885038412869422009-05-07T21:08:00.000-07:002009-05-07T21:09:29.063-07:00Seismic beat: Sine(s, ) Waves<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>a notion of us</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">can deter-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">mine waves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">over and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">you're under-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">currents</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sand a-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">way steps</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">once taken</span></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-32818664814218982302009-05-03T13:22:00.000-07:002009-05-03T13:34:29.323-07:00Architecture<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;">Sometimes, I feel like I just need to get out of here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; ">I know what you mean. I need to break</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Don't know how, though. How to leave.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIUtux7_vBcbNDedbEydh2yoQkgwpYAxlZfmqqe7uBGfhXz88GLvBghiO68hxapdtLRWMk3d7oYMmi45azF1etLxzo6tjUw75mj7BSCKjB1qaeQWvXfGzwEWdn2WWxXpQObGc6yxJKAw/s1600-h/arch.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIUtux7_vBcbNDedbEydh2yoQkgwpYAxlZfmqqe7uBGfhXz88GLvBghiO68hxapdtLRWMk3d7oYMmi45azF1etLxzo6tjUw75mj7BSCKjB1qaeQWvXfGzwEWdn2WWxXpQObGc6yxJKAw/s320/arch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331697988566065234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm going to build us a story.</span></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-15739240585112628692009-04-30T18:44:00.000-07:002009-04-30T19:02:37.089-07:00Dead beat Heart beatIn my head I am constantly updating this blog - in practice I rarely update. However, I do occasionally check the blog as if someone else will update.<div><br /></div><div>Maybe posting old writing will get the gears going.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">new time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">step by</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">step</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">over</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">land</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">marks places &</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">when<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">making our way</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a man</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">made</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">path</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">cracked concrete<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">steps</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">left</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">right<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">until we reach</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a grove nestled next</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">to a ship</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of know-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ledge over</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a fallen tree</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">trunk where dirt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">has collected</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">days</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">weeks have matured</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">to months, hand in hand-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">some lengths of time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">january leaps over</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">only to march</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">through showers</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and may flowers bloom</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">but are forgotten</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">underfoot<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">petals are</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">crushed thinking</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">they love m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">e </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and erring</span></span></span></span></span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">they love me not</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">& only leaves<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">crackle under flip<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">flops an occasional high<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">heel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and the dirt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">is unforgiving with holes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">branches stretched to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">far places</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and a hand</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">or a bird</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">or rain</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">or time</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">has broken little</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">wooden arms</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">standing in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">piece by piece</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a silence<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">conducts a song<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">less beauty<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">that seems to tune</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">out the thoughts of others under</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">standing seems long<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">gone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">day to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">day today</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">often feels</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">like the age</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of the rebel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">with</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">out a cause without</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a rebellion</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">that now lets</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">us walk</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">back &</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">forth</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <!--EndFragment--> </div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-15951564592148737332008-11-19T20:22:00.000-08:002008-11-19T20:26:56.631-08:00shred<br /><br />shed<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> change what was<br /></div>said<br /><br />with parts<br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"> in the past<br /></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-42549564490029675102008-11-07T23:20:00.000-08:002008-11-07T23:27:08.821-08:00You spin me round roundRound round I spun you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.melinabox.com.au/photos/cake6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.melinabox.com.au/photos/cake6.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cake Mix:<br />Part I of my mix at Carly's birthday party<br /></span><a href="http://www.melinabox.com.au/photos/cake6.JPG"><br /></a><a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/510398176b9df892/">Six, Teen Candles</a><br /></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-68977858540627690572008-10-16T15:15:00.001-07:002008-10-16T15:36:30.003-07:00From the desk ofThe only thing I love more than updating my blog is not updating my blog.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Upcoming events worth noting:</span><br /><br />Growing up, birthday parties were synonymous with piñatas – piñatas filled with candy, piñatas filled with money & piñatas filled with flour (the adults in my family were funny, real funny). Carly celebrates her birthday the only way I knew growing up:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8WM9vZvsMd_2Qd4-EWxTefEIt0b897713QHkGk4crKQGn0LIcznvgJ6yh22pouxepbKNAZmeOBrVh9EWaJAF6T_1yMXu2OC3ON2Sl8BHVgFemZLtSmok7YJehPybyS1oZdTOxwg67-g/s1600-h/n3303300_40169093_6982.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8WM9vZvsMd_2Qd4-EWxTefEIt0b897713QHkGk4crKQGn0LIcznvgJ6yh22pouxepbKNAZmeOBrVh9EWaJAF6T_1yMXu2OC3ON2Sl8BHVgFemZLtSmok7YJehPybyS1oZdTOxwg67-g/s320/n3303300_40169093_6982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257879002620185730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ll be filling Kate Tsang’s shoes behind the laptop & speakers. We will celebrate with NYC in mind and you in our hearts & dancing feet.</span><br /></div><br />And, if you’re not exhausted from the piñata bashing, then good – I‘ll see you the following night for my dear friend Stephanie’s birthday party. For this we migrate from LA to Orange County. A warehouse Halloween celebration, no flyer for this one, little ones, sorry:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrx4UD7NriS9pCDrIZzuyBpEiG7hp6iU4p_v9HBI_eZaQObfyRaQ2lWPhFxVJkV0vke4cJP-sY9TzMelLhpN_wBrLx1XB_b8thmYXP0WjW0LsOqJZeGKvKbT3JNzp__DOM1Ir9Hqq9ps/s1600-h/warhol_factory.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrx4UD7NriS9pCDrIZzuyBpEiG7hp6iU4p_v9HBI_eZaQObfyRaQ2lWPhFxVJkV0vke4cJP-sY9TzMelLhpN_wBrLx1XB_b8thmYXP0WjW0LsOqJZeGKvKbT3JNzp__DOM1Ir9Hqq9ps/s320/warhol_factory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257879261795832098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ve retired my Warhol wig for something more contemporary & timeless.</span><br /></div><br />I'll leave you with a view from behind my desk at work:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggV5uoA99ss79Mim4aFwHxuc5yuhaiZ_2SvjiKFGH_gyeQhZPrPD3s7yxcPBXCa0SaeDfhcHCh9KZ33sg4KNP4l9HiZAGzm1-uvNU9i1bGvR3fwWQvIaVd4B4MSw2kfU14mR__JROCfPI/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggV5uoA99ss79Mim4aFwHxuc5yuhaiZ_2SvjiKFGH_gyeQhZPrPD3s7yxcPBXCa0SaeDfhcHCh9KZ33sg4KNP4l9HiZAGzm1-uvNU9i1bGvR3fwWQvIaVd4B4MSw2kfU14mR__JROCfPI/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257880076984784322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Inside my desk, top drawer: Rosebud salve, stress-relieving lotion, dove chocolate squares</span><br /></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-31926724976810543062008-09-25T21:12:00.000-07:002008-09-25T21:14:42.886-07:00long week & weak days<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />we've got love<br />and hate, it<br /><br />is the only way</span>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-91182270077204503242008-09-17T20:53:00.000-07:002008-09-17T21:00:22.737-07:00something you can clutch<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br />if i were to, and you<br />might as well, be<br /><br />filled with pebbles & pearls—<br /><br />there would be a sinking<br />feeling, rocks inside you<br />& me, stringing<br />a long something<br />for you to<br />choke with</span>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-16297260705726421152008-09-07T02:53:00.000-07:002008-09-07T02:56:18.749-07:00Living life on a computer keyboard: hit return.a city two love<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />some say love<br />is a place<br /><br />i was<br /><br />convinced,<br /><br />i fled the country<br />side on the side<br /><br />streets, trying to find<br /><br />a city inside you<br />and the stare-<br />way in<br />to heaven<br /><br />beside you<br /></span>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-15932628847860025822008-09-06T02:14:00.000-07:002008-09-06T02:15:24.080-07:00hear the art hear the art;broken hearts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />provocative<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />limp<br />ankles & wrists<br />rest in your mind—<br /><br />a sleep in your eyes<br />where hands held<br />a time, less beautiful<br />now<br />with the present<br /><br />in hand<br /><br />you want to leave me<br /><br />tongue tied<br />trying to say<br />in knot<br />so many words—<br /><br />you’ve created a noose<br />& tightened my lipsj--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-53156639292896889282008-09-04T21:36:00.000-07:002008-09-04T21:48:25.645-07:00isn't the ending, so much as the start (?)A bit delayed, but this is in honor of the end of an era.<br /><br />We've all made our own nests in different places. We reluctantly said good bye to the days of Modena, and were once again forced to bid adieu to the days of the W.Ave, which I lovingly named & lived in.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5QnFL_K0bkg_UXoU7eiBB56KZFm6nqleHvxImv-Rq1ANySAoP-XPMEG2M_VoxdxhJKTTyNDRbwQJkaEgyB6ZjUWjso_eaoPyn6iCPxITvNaP2W2easzUFxOyIU1aAQ2lkY2D75FyXqE/s1600-h/n3301552_33623745_4715.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5QnFL_K0bkg_UXoU7eiBB56KZFm6nqleHvxImv-Rq1ANySAoP-XPMEG2M_VoxdxhJKTTyNDRbwQJkaEgyB6ZjUWjso_eaoPyn6iCPxITvNaP2W2easzUFxOyIU1aAQ2lkY2D75FyXqE/s320/n3301552_33623745_4715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242392797716320402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Modena partially reunited as the W.Ave</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgr9t-RDKLhxZBuEFArQBnAia4Qhb_jqLqtSw9mOl-4ovt20CaMDGl7ACUenkPA3RBt4Yb9a25yl3BpU2WEty18_8FoxZ8nRrvcBbWYVwiacKXbCB04IAtgmAQaBrLhXBHs4ID678muI/s1600-h/n3314086_37399468_4220.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgr9t-RDKLhxZBuEFArQBnAia4Qhb_jqLqtSw9mOl-4ovt20CaMDGl7ACUenkPA3RBt4Yb9a25yl3BpU2WEty18_8FoxZ8nRrvcBbWYVwiacKXbCB04IAtgmAQaBrLhXBHs4ID678muI/s320/n3314086_37399468_4220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242393518907971618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">W.Ave's wall<br />(I hide behind alcohol, while animal-out-of-their-natural-habitat looks on)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Where to find us: Bangkok, Los Angeles, Seal Beach & overlooking the burgeoning renaissance of City Heights from a private balcony.<br /></span></span></div></div>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-79822453790580757302008-08-17T18:48:00.000-07:002008-08-22T11:03:23.655-07:00Help yourself to my sloppy seconds - 32 minutes.First mixtape attempt:<br /><br />Gym Clothes Off – Hood Internet<br />Blue Monday – New Order<br />Two of Hearts – Stacy Q<br />Gravity’s Rainbow (VanShe Tech Remix) – Klaxons<br />Pogo (CSS Remix) – Digitalism<br />Cheated Hearts (Peaches Remix) – Yeah Yeah Yeahs<br />Radio (Shinichi Osawa Remix) - Felix da Housecat<br />In My Arms – Kylie Minogue<br />Your Bmore (Singing Sunday Remix) - DJ Roctakon<br />Shadows – Midnight Juggernauts<br />Hustler – Simian Mobile Disco<br />Call on Me – Eric Prydz<br />Girls and Boys – Blur<br />Like a Prayer – Madonna<br />Ain’t Nothing Gonna Break My Stride – Men at Work<br /><br />Click to download <a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/172066827fa1ee2c/">Beat Salad<br /></a>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-80854130184211121052008-08-13T22:40:00.000-07:002008-08-13T22:43:04.166-07:00The lady of the house is the host<span style="font-size:85%;">& also a guest<br /><br /><a href="http://thebagladies.uber.com/blogs/Im_a_Lady.html">read me<br /></a><br /><br /></span>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-10533941323767993332008-08-11T23:17:00.000-07:002008-08-11T23:25:10.368-07:00Don't Stop, Don't Stop<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Just keep. Ongoing, my love for Brazilian Girls.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMFdwq1CthcqwzsBLe9taKV120h-q7hu9Lue52wvFxrQZt-FpIjaAvNFpp6vI4UgOXeo1wfdCX6_4rzt970eoN2PxJOS6yH3lJ0Ka9ava6tzHvthUcQ4tplhlAaCUGL2f1Zee4NUn1fs/s1600-h/Photo_Talk+To+L_300RGB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMFdwq1CthcqwzsBLe9taKV120h-q7hu9Lue52wvFxrQZt-FpIjaAvNFpp6vI4UgOXeo1wfdCX6_4rzt970eoN2PxJOS6yH3lJ0Ka9ava6tzHvthUcQ4tplhlAaCUGL2f1Zee4NUn1fs/s320/Photo_Talk+To+L_300RGB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233512091040570658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />From their latest single, "Good Time" -<br /><br /> some people want pussy pussy pussy marijuana<br /> some people want nothing, only staying home with momma<br /> some people want nothing and need nothing and are free<br /> they just want to have a good time</span>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-29924753298169868042008-07-15T22:05:00.000-07:002008-07-15T22:27:32.869-07:00Yakety Yak<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35SqpnrBaKwtQTXyqPQ6KWac7w1VVkmkwanYqnvs4NE7Jv3glhPpnyqXngMTNEPEefBZuvfXGOz8qQQ1gblJhwJYJJWOTc7mI4RPd9Ee2eWJuhFs7xCt-0Qig8NY4FQxRx1LcWdo0mOM/s1600-h/TrashIcon.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi35SqpnrBaKwtQTXyqPQ6KWac7w1VVkmkwanYqnvs4NE7Jv3glhPpnyqXngMTNEPEefBZuvfXGOz8qQQ1gblJhwJYJJWOTc7mI4RPd9Ee2eWJuhFs7xCt-0Qig8NY4FQxRx1LcWdo0mOM/s320/TrashIcon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223473824865066914" border="0" /></a> SQZMYLMNS @ the OFFICE was garbage, although not completely. The music was good, as expected, though the crowd was dead and few and far between. As far as the place itself, its no longer anything like Scolari's, in fact, its the opposite. The days of cheap drinks are over. Jive Wire @ the Casbah was an entertaining alternative to SQZMYLMNS. San Diego is still San Diego which basically means you will run into everyone you know on any given day - whether you want to see them or not; you'll always be 'surprised.' That night ended with a Jack Daniels disco dancing clearing of the dance floor.<br /><br /> The majority of my weekend was spent in the company of asian women, among them the already notorious "animal out of their natural habitat." Speaking of the devil, I was checking out a sale at Express with her (her mother had notified her of the sale - believe it or not, her mother is Chinese & into sales) & some crazy bitch asked me where "my" fitting rooms were. Within the hour we were sitting at an undisclosed restaurant. We were seated in a corner & within 10 minutes of sitting I asked our server what we had done to be punished with the seats we were given - he was speechless, embarrassed & was notably shy about returning to our table for the remainder of our 'meal.' I was kidding with him.<br /><br /> <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7RCcSyFs6d3HN8ImjN5nUYx0jXSx2QfczgdEITjBZdTE3O-6xl76-QZkpJSaNhtpIVmC4YLMdxeD605r8kmZnvZ9FhqLGhcM_hloOm1VAabGbim2D95tNRaqUx15jpWi2ZT_oYnjv8Q/s1600-h/blwup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7RCcSyFs6d3HN8ImjN5nUYx0jXSx2QfczgdEITjBZdTE3O-6xl76-QZkpJSaNhtpIVmC4YLMdxeD605r8kmZnvZ9FhqLGhcM_hloOm1VAabGbim2D95tNRaqUx15jpWi2ZT_oYnjv8Q/s320/blwup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223474012518604994" border="0" /></a><br /> Blow Up LA - you are garbage. From the hustling security guard to your seven dollar watered down drinks to your unlit bathrooms. Also, your music sucked. However, if you're ever in LA, driving down Sunset Blvd. by Short Stop in Echo Park, stop by the gas station on that corner and have a bacon wrapped hot dog. Vegetarians, watch your non-vegetarian friends eat one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VncJmmOZ-t-DiIn9rQiU-wbvMPXMerY118Kn0SLthcv3rU-ShaBv7kbTbNds6rKrr4a2MryG7LAckAW38dP96STYg9KeqLo54wz3Pr4d-7JOXvUJ3QuCmxR-RfjCEmUFzVuKkTa2yew/s1600-h/TrashIconEmpty.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VncJmmOZ-t-DiIn9rQiU-wbvMPXMerY118Kn0SLthcv3rU-ShaBv7kbTbNds6rKrr4a2MryG7LAckAW38dP96STYg9KeqLo54wz3Pr4d-7JOXvUJ3QuCmxR-RfjCEmUFzVuKkTa2yew/s320/TrashIconEmpty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223473881579378370" border="0" /></a>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-5079300574802568292008-07-07T22:14:00.000-07:002008-07-07T22:25:43.045-07:00Test, Part III: MatchingMatch the following text with the most fitting photograph.<br /><br />I'm a bitch<br />I'm a lover<br />I'm a child<br />I'm a mother(fucker)<br />I'm a sinner<br />I'm a saint<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkk0Q54548SN6nTPQ5p7lPPnLG1lr70uTu7c4hPnzwleomJGXuheWiY7EzPbiGuzn5TSNdQXNRDTUye_uJa3wygeNlrY5ZMn-DX2KiyhrjmegkFro_tVt4vUnfXtxG1xqD7rCKFLnzCo/s1600-h/privatedancer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkk0Q54548SN6nTPQ5p7lPPnLG1lr70uTu7c4hPnzwleomJGXuheWiY7EzPbiGuzn5TSNdQXNRDTUye_uJa3wygeNlrY5ZMn-DX2KiyhrjmegkFro_tVt4vUnfXtxG1xqD7rCKFLnzCo/s320/privatedancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220509325055342578" border="0" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9SjYmELEH-tsk6x1NwX8znpXshgBNTJ0-pulUVx-0ttknVJHwjA0ajUEafF3JAJ2i8dtkGyNBdKWfUNeOaiqZBx_4VTCmImZCkPQyOtR8Edu2S52YsnZ5JF6OuJ9XvIRyo5xTwSIBDI/s1600-h/annawintour460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9SjYmELEH-tsk6x1NwX8znpXshgBNTJ0-pulUVx-0ttknVJHwjA0ajUEafF3JAJ2i8dtkGyNBdKWfUNeOaiqZBx_4VTCmImZCkPQyOtR8Edu2S52YsnZ5JF6OuJ9XvIRyo5xTwSIBDI/s320/annawintour460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220508035249485154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzie5t6SWQDdkNtwZFo_U_Dg07QENJgerh1YU1Q1UrpY0gJxp7VDEqTW8ErRuXEnskxRx9KSSERdQNIDwtxYMQhHA10BZ7cC4BhJawgjrsq9-1WbXH90ZFe0A_Lub8OLdUPcgcj7AMbI/s1600-h/kanye_west_01.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzie5t6SWQDdkNtwZFo_U_Dg07QENJgerh1YU1Q1UrpY0gJxp7VDEqTW8ErRuXEnskxRx9KSSERdQNIDwtxYMQhHA10BZ7cC4BhJawgjrsq9-1WbXH90ZFe0A_Lub8OLdUPcgcj7AMbI/s320/kanye_west_01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220507691011276274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzVAzpLhGl1r7FATiPdvsBQ6ZAEZP8vf9ZhJx_SyAlxQOryd6PdT4Qz00NpTcvhO8ingEHQWVG1_ZrZm8UjcLEugCFdxL3tbNVPFkRQeiP6Jmn-IBJYcgh2c3TOCaklluDRl5atfMO34/s1600-h/naomi_campbell_nude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzVAzpLhGl1r7FATiPdvsBQ6ZAEZP8vf9ZhJx_SyAlxQOryd6PdT4Qz00NpTcvhO8ingEHQWVG1_ZrZm8UjcLEugCFdxL3tbNVPFkRQeiP6Jmn-IBJYcgh2c3TOCaklluDRl5atfMO34/s320/naomi_campbell_nude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220507623069356658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUwbOSkxUqmOrtbIN8zbJblBedxviWyCyAlQr8Zi5RVPmP9lkyykkt1lQhFuM2oTmoaGdgKK28fBAQOR8PVm-z1VK64Ecj4Jz6Qr6jPwmPuMsXtPqY1HLtjzYgrxvnofNCpYzFeWTxqE/s1600-h/323698036_3498f93775.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUwbOSkxUqmOrtbIN8zbJblBedxviWyCyAlQr8Zi5RVPmP9lkyykkt1lQhFuM2oTmoaGdgKK28fBAQOR8PVm-z1VK64Ecj4Jz6Qr6jPwmPuMsXtPqY1HLtjzYgrxvnofNCpYzFeWTxqE/s320/323698036_3498f93775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220507537458468770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynEwDUwXLdhDKFr2j9lPFncZhGuFf4kI7IdpGdpd3wIyvMX4RrzSWo6W5qINo8GOMT9WvgUUmltdaI7YaJNzRvqeV4FLKNmxpc61_7_T4F3sOTI8HvmmjVyyMM794_vbqUq7ROKfhczI/s1600-h/013837.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynEwDUwXLdhDKFr2j9lPFncZhGuFf4kI7IdpGdpd3wIyvMX4RrzSWo6W5qINo8GOMT9WvgUUmltdaI7YaJNzRvqeV4FLKNmxpc61_7_T4F3sOTI8HvmmjVyyMM794_vbqUq7ROKfhczI/s320/013837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220507472168607378" border="0" /></a>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-167131629087347742008-07-03T18:19:00.000-07:002008-07-03T18:31:32.829-07:00Save Your Dollars - San Diego & Its Poor Excuse of a Summer<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRSBfh3eAe6_MpnUrvJkQhXpNo3w5BsQgYGLXZqT5huJoKDn2PYl_X5JcsNz1HL2RXgT_ZJ_TUkCComM9R8eKaoj0FZBcr1ISZMJ1qDCQCxSgVbEgh5Z0UsqX77qeyEfsGhwaobd_WM0/s1600-h/sadsummer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRSBfh3eAe6_MpnUrvJkQhXpNo3w5BsQgYGLXZqT5huJoKDn2PYl_X5JcsNz1HL2RXgT_ZJ_TUkCComM9R8eKaoj0FZBcr1ISZMJ1qDCQCxSgVbEgh5Z0UsqX77qeyEfsGhwaobd_WM0/s320/sadsummer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218963351237574498" border="0" /></a><br />Like a mite, San Diego buried itself under my skin (years ago) and has me feeling like this. Why don't you leave if you don't like it, you ask? Fuck you, thats what I say.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSh0jFOzmBAku8UrqYXo_zmUY42gciY_5sT94SUlLru6M_5NZSObnNNxR6MjT6VxR0dTIFqJZJaRfILvMoVeR9nokvk5IjV01JhOw2PPq5CcBFrgLh6ptBydW2BoQUbL0p2mLpJ7DDST0/s1600-h/CIMG4611.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSh0jFOzmBAku8UrqYXo_zmUY42gciY_5sT94SUlLru6M_5NZSObnNNxR6MjT6VxR0dTIFqJZJaRfILvMoVeR9nokvk5IjV01JhOw2PPq5CcBFrgLh6ptBydW2BoQUbL0p2mLpJ7DDST0/s320/CIMG4611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218963580178170434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not the only one who feels this way, apparently. Even filth & disease seems to pursue a quick ending in San Diego.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> I love white people for their silly phrases, among them: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. And since its Thursday night, I'm going to take my lemons and get them squeezed tonight - SQZMYLMNS @ the OFFICE (RIP Scolari's).<br /><br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqr0crc4zx6kTx-cA04xHq3GUrwh6seNQb4A_3ZSkLhCO7PfzCzNVRupJ45U3gBveTPNnErlfVpKZlKmOuRLFr0rsOhyphenhyphendd1IWnoRGTqhQJ3a3qQvFjCfUdmGydKOfVGBnasEM4GlR9a4/s1600-h/TheOffice_No1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqr0crc4zx6kTx-cA04xHq3GUrwh6seNQb4A_3ZSkLhCO7PfzCzNVRupJ45U3gBveTPNnErlfVpKZlKmOuRLFr0rsOhyphenhyphendd1IWnoRGTqhQJ3a3qQvFjCfUdmGydKOfVGBnasEM4GlR9a4/s320/TheOffice_No1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218963713805043938" border="0" /></a>j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-90289669353637580062008-06-26T20:29:00.000-07:002008-10-12T21:35:02.448-07:00It's Just a Little Crush<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXmn3hH-xbEZ80RaD3qTe9EZVs_PrSACS9koX-ETBq9rVRsV_kBuDyOvqFw1rCrJeqxBG1U8bI1bGrppv5nnKnlk-Gg2AGdM0hmilqF89tgbt5eqHSG0HRTAJ31Dr7H5qPEtoyXCaQzs/s1600-h/crush.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXmn3hH-xbEZ80RaD3qTe9EZVs_PrSACS9koX-ETBq9rVRsV_kBuDyOvqFw1rCrJeqxBG1U8bI1bGrppv5nnKnlk-Gg2AGdM0hmilqF89tgbt5eqHSG0HRTAJ31Dr7H5qPEtoyXCaQzs/s320/crush.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216401373912013090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Hj5S1RCUDvM"></a> <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Hj5S1RCUDvM">Crush.</a><br /><br /> Here's to unhealthy obsession and the price of fueling/feeding those obsessions.<br /><br />*10/12/08: And here's to censoring.j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-23091132287381519962008-06-25T21:59:00.000-07:002008-06-25T22:06:09.191-07:00Animals, Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5fBLtEhfcOY0FRcZYLs-4iv8WmMVGRt76qepo2nFnZRvBVkG-ZHnK7xxCZO0OOHxo95lI2Vn3nLDnx87OI9YEiPF5IaYc7wz7oLRy7DtBUbyHD4MmT7MOTWmWGYYRAoWrXmccpJFhz-E/s1600-h/0624080930.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5fBLtEhfcOY0FRcZYLs-4iv8WmMVGRt76qepo2nFnZRvBVkG-ZHnK7xxCZO0OOHxo95lI2Vn3nLDnx87OI9YEiPF5IaYc7wz7oLRy7DtBUbyHD4MmT7MOTWmWGYYRAoWrXmccpJFhz-E/s320/0624080930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050406195200386" border="0" /></a><br />Biology is boring (except for when you're practicing it in bed) - I'm not the only one who thinks so, which is why I was able to feast my eyes on this little beauty. One of my students told me he had spotted a tiny lizard while taking a break/walk during 1st Period, so I had him catch it for me.<br /><br />Speaking of animals out of their natural habitat:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLgL5xjLSeI4PjY4vEv0WdwUmcKogPdeSNrzeCGgwmFgqyIlAM5grx2iCrFCPcRL9YM6Ra7BBQzIL5aja9SlGk-0Xb2LVwsZSTUpuXv6nFiLl8CKFPeKZkBzynIi6PIWNEwBp7XIxk3Y/s1600-h/0608081755.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLgL5xjLSeI4PjY4vEv0WdwUmcKogPdeSNrzeCGgwmFgqyIlAM5grx2iCrFCPcRL9YM6Ra7BBQzIL5aja9SlGk-0Xb2LVwsZSTUpuXv6nFiLl8CKFPeKZkBzynIi6PIWNEwBp7XIxk3Y/s320/0608081755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216051563366678786" border="0" /></a><br />Don't ever ask me to go running-shoe shopping with you, unless you want a photo like this to surface on the internet. I'll even wait 3-4 weeks before posting the photo, just to fool you into thinking that I deleted the photo from my phone, thinking "What the hell is this a photo of?"j--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630882534259478374.post-73541199997885250932008-06-23T17:00:00.000-07:002008-06-23T17:11:39.010-07:00Feed The Animals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSQeTkbezU_TiFejMjcqXV-IbrvQVq9yzDu3WTY1PiVbF_6F2kmMu7DAqxh-u8-U05MKoR-OH1kWKyKwQ1MDPYFH-4ik0f9qnC4hw8yJT8oyQz3WCw376M8sOOm6zFKQ7CVeQ6mK1tPk/s1600-h/clueless.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSQeTkbezU_TiFejMjcqXV-IbrvQVq9yzDu3WTY1PiVbF_6F2kmMu7DAqxh-u8-U05MKoR-OH1kWKyKwQ1MDPYFH-4ik0f9qnC4hw8yJT8oyQz3WCw376M8sOOm6zFKQ7CVeQ6mK1tPk/s320/clueless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215231488571201602" border="0" /></a><br />Remember that sure-fire plan to seduce in Clueless? The culminating moment where Cher is in bed with Christian - failed pillow talk. Ignorant of the fact that the way to a gay man's heart is through surprising & well executed dance music, Cher could not do for Christian what Girl Talk can do for me. However, they both seem to have one thing in common - animal advocacy. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10_Yxvw6Yjh4j9vyoLuzaUIN31N8A69JfGCnu8cq9RD9v_CwYs0Sdd4mIgLw7dGR4GsflVBE8cQX4U_uoS2U4ZH6MC3XNosCFVZKECmLOQk0hyyXy2NNSwwjyxyHezJploaQqr9m-sqk/s1600-h/alicia-silverstone-naked-peta-ad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10_Yxvw6Yjh4j9vyoLuzaUIN31N8A69JfGCnu8cq9RD9v_CwYs0Sdd4mIgLw7dGR4GsflVBE8cQX4U_uoS2U4ZH6MC3XNosCFVZKECmLOQk0hyyXy2NNSwwjyxyHezJploaQqr9m-sqk/s320/alicia-silverstone-naked-peta-ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215233203929611602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Girl Talk's Feed the Animals, Via illegalart.netj--http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016281941364287145noreply@blogger.com1