from the night i cut my hair in march
i had terrible jetlag; i had just come back from japan for the first time this year
my old camera
full of flaws
a clarification of intentions:
I am not writing for anyone in particular,
to impress or to find a new voice
(for our new generation,
or some such)
but just to write bullshit things
while real things percolate&cook.
I am not writing for anyone in particular,
to impress or to find a new voice
(for our new generation,
or some such)
but just to write bullshit things
while real things percolate&cook.
Jul 08
my car's gas mileage
to believe these numbers, you have to accept that (1) the last time I got gas, I filled the tank up completely and (2) the last time I got gas, I reset my trip mileage. Since the last time I got gas, I traveled 374.8 miles. When I filled up my tank today, I purchased 10.872 gallons.
My car gets:
374.8 miles/10.872 = 34.47 miles per gallon
Pretty good, little Skylla, pretty good.
» Java Green: i am going here for dinner tonight
you know that vegans are sexy, right?
Jul 07
picapixels:It’s Knuttz - Assorted Images for 07/01/2008
I have this thing for heights. I always want my hotel rooms to be at the very top; I play on rooftops; I climb trees; I covet a treehouse. If you combine this love with my very real fear of elevators, I am sure I will stay in shape for the rest of my life.
I want a treehouse. I want to lay back on woodplanks and smell pine sap and dry wood and leaf litter. I want to smell the bugspray on my legs, and feel dirty and pine needles digging into my back.
» Video: cat delivers letters | Japan Probe
fucking cute
i miss Blackjack
phrases
the machine as woman
wild type
the link between the sexual and the corporeal
—
Imagine if you’re hearing a metaphor for the first time, or an often-seen phrase for the first time—‘fire&ferocity,’ [though in my mind I want to make this into a portmandeau: fervour + ferocity, mixed up with fervid&fervent, turns into fervocity] or ‘spic and span.’ I think you can appreciate things more truly when you forget that they ever once were before you met them.
fervour—intense&passionate feeling
fervid—intensely passionate, especially to an excessive degree
fervent—having intense passion/passionate intensity
I like how these words all essentially mean the same thing, and yet they have different mouthfeels, they summonup different ideas, though all are (in my mind) linked to fire. I will die from fire: in a car crash or my body licked-up by cancer, feverishfebrile, a beautiful shell humming on the edge of death (like a hothouse orchid just about to die, the flower intensely colored, intensely scented but turning to brown, turning to a sick rotten thing).
Mostly, though, I just want to discover the link between sex&thebody&themind as played out by the government, and individuals, and systems—to discover how the mind and the body are organized by different levels of authority. I want to help people. I want to learn languages.
For right now, though, I want to sleep!
“ I’m not sorry that your girlfriend is no longer a virgin, of course, as virginity is a scourge that I’ve dedicated my life to stamping out.
“ What I meant, of course, was that Australia was lucky to get the convicts, Canada was lucky to get the French, while we got stuck with the fucking Puritans and their sex-hating, Jesus-freaking, GOP-voting descendants. In fact, I’ll prove how much I love French-speaking Canada by offering English-speaking Canada this deal: The sane people in the United States will happily trade you the Bible Belt for Quebec.