"On the drive into work this morning, there was a guy dressed up as a sunflower standing on the corner of
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
moxie
Monday, June 29, 2009
one year
i almost typed 365 days as the title, then that incredibly abhorrent song from rent began playing in my head, with a vision of skinny art school students in scarves and overly-animated faces and wide eyes singing to me, gesticulating with raised arms and pumping shoulders for every sung rhyme about minutes or whatever the hell it is, with a smirk like it's clearly the best, superest, silliest song i've ever heard, while im stuck in the middle row of a packed auditorium and cant escape.
***
a year ago yesterday my good friend mike was in a horrible car accident, hit by an intoxicated driver that by all standards should have killed him. afterward, the ICU staff gave him what could be received as no chance of survival.
over the weekend, he got married and is practically fully recovered, considering what was expected. it's amazing. if this had happened even a few years earlier, would medical technology be as advanced as it is today to save someone in his practically dead condition? i still have a friend, and he got married one year after he wouldve died. i think it will always astonish me.
***
a year ago yesterday my good friend mike was in a horrible car accident, hit by an intoxicated driver that by all standards should have killed him. afterward, the ICU staff gave him what could be received as no chance of survival.
over the weekend, he got married and is practically fully recovered, considering what was expected. it's amazing. if this had happened even a few years earlier, would medical technology be as advanced as it is today to save someone in his practically dead condition? i still have a friend, and he got married one year after he wouldve died. i think it will always astonish me.
Monday, June 15, 2009
spare some chaange!?
Completely unrelated, but funny
Every so often it creeps into daily monotony: the sixth sense impossible to ignore that things are actively changing for me. It's vague but unmistakable, like a slightly pulled ass cheek muscle when you try to sprint-climb three steps at once and are reminded of it for weeks. Metaphorically, of course.
Sure, things happen every day that somehow effect who I am and the direction of my life. But there are also periods every few years or so when something is pushing me to move forward in life. routine becomes an approaching unbearable state and i'm driven to pursue some sort of advancement. new job? new home? go back to school? whatever it is, it transcends recognition.
last time this happened, i quit my job and went to australia for 10 days. i wouldnt mind going back to australia to "gather myself" for a few days, especially with the way Qantas is whoring itself out these days. dammit though, thats not it.
being blatantly ignored and patsied by potential employers is incredibly entertaining about 20 minutes after the fact, once the solitary obscenities evolve into general bitterness, vacant staring and finally determination to see them and the company they represent fail. it's also starkly similar to what an adult toddler pageant must be like - encouraged perversion of reality to achieve others' admiration. I'm sick and tired of putting on my sequined leotard for you perverts and your corporate lingo and retarded perception of what makes a valuable employee. stop staring at me!
the job market certainly takes its toll. still, a year of searching for a new revenue stream doesnt begin to match the impact of other life experiences recently.
watching a t
ruly incredible person in their last moments of life makes you stop in your tracks. death to me was just something that happens until i watched a woman with no regrets and complete peace breathe some of her last breaths. a life that left no personal debts or grievances, no judgments cast. eye contact with the final wanes of life from a woman who cared so much about others, including me, places life in a surreal light. regardless of one's beliefs, a life lived right is a life lived right.
still waiting to figure out where this all lands, and ive unfortunately accepted that it is not a white beach on australia's gold coast. at least not at the moment. things need to change though and i expect they will. im no motivational speaker (outside of tuesday nights), but ive gathered enough to know that a life lived well is not lived sitting on one's ass.
Every so often it creeps into daily monotony: the sixth sense impossible to ignore that things are actively changing for me. It's vague but unmistakable, like a slightly pulled ass cheek muscle when you try to sprint-climb three steps at once and are reminded of it for weeks. Metaphorically, of course.
Sure, things happen every day that somehow effect who I am and the direction of my life. But there are also periods every few years or so when something is pushing me to move forward in life. routine becomes an approaching unbearable state and i'm driven to pursue some sort of advancement. new job? new home? go back to school? whatever it is, it transcends recognition.
last time this happened, i quit my job and went to australia for 10 days. i wouldnt mind going back to australia to "gather myself" for a few days, especially with the way Qantas is whoring itself out these days. dammit though, thats not it.
being blatantly ignored and patsied by potential employers is incredibly entertaining about 20 minutes after the fact, once the solitary obscenities evolve into general bitterness, vacant staring and finally determination to see them and the company they represent fail. it's also starkly similar to what an adult toddler pageant must be like - encouraged perversion of reality to achieve others' admiration. I'm sick and tired of putting on my sequined leotard for you perverts and your corporate lingo and retarded perception of what makes a valuable employee. stop staring at me!
the job market certainly takes its toll. still, a year of searching for a new revenue stream doesnt begin to match the impact of other life experiences recently.
watching a t
ruly incredible person in their last moments of life makes you stop in your tracks. death to me was just something that happens until i watched a woman with no regrets and complete peace breathe some of her last breaths. a life that left no personal debts or grievances, no judgments cast. eye contact with the final wanes of life from a woman who cared so much about others, including me, places life in a surreal light. regardless of one's beliefs, a life lived right is a life lived right.still waiting to figure out where this all lands, and ive unfortunately accepted that it is not a white beach on australia's gold coast. at least not at the moment. things need to change though and i expect they will. im no motivational speaker (outside of tuesday nights), but ive gathered enough to know that a life lived well is not lived sitting on one's ass.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Nicks'd
Stevie was at her grovelly best last night, twirling and sauntering around the stage with the rest of whatever that band is. Beachwood something or other? Looking like a confused bag lady banging her tambourine, wandering from post to post on the stage and leaning on the mic like it was a parking meter. She was everything one could have hoped for. I don’t know if she found me, but I could see her scanning the top row of section 203 out from under her top hat to try to sing directly to me. Oh Stevie, you tried.
Meanwhile, the rest of section 203 looked like a PTA torture session. One middle-aged woman sat rocking in her chair with her knees against her chest for an hour like she just watched the entire cast of Dancing With the Stars get gunned down. Another woman in mom jeans and perhaps no bra repeated a dance move that looked like a cross between an inflatable flailing arm man and a person with their arms tied to the ceiling while they’re whacked with a bamboo stick. I think she may have tried to “pan for gold” during Gold Dust Woman.
Me, I just nodded in thorough approval. Great show indeed, Stevie. Great show indeed.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Didn't do a whole heckuva lot today
Just cruised the Bosphorus Straight, the nautical divider between Europe and Asia, soaking in some sun, remarkable world history, and posh Ottoman water-side neighborhoods. One of the three gave my forearms a royal singe. We then sauntered to old town to the Grand Bazaar, bartering with the human equivalent of motion-detecting garage door lights. Except instead of light, they emit a horrificly-broken record: "hello yes please! hello yes please! you like jeans? yes please! you like new jeans? yes please! hello, yes please! new jeans? yes please! hello, sir? sir? hello, please. yes, please! you like new leather jacket? yes please! hello yes please! more inside please, yes please! hello, please! yes, YES PLEASE HELLO!"
Goddam. Raki, please!
Goddam. Raki, please!
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