INDUSTRIAL FACTORIES
SMOKE STACKS
MURKY WATER.. THE PULASKI SKYWAY
DUAL HORIZON
23.10.06
Reflections
Posted Date: 21 Dec 05 Wednesday - 3:47 PM
INDUSTRIAL FACTORIES
SMOKE STACKS
MURKY WATER.. THE PULASKI SKYWAY
DUAL HORIZON
INDUSTRIAL FACTORIES SMOKE STACKS MURKY WATER.. THE PULASKI SKYWAY DUAL HORIZON
Words
Posted Date: 11 Dec 05 Sunday - 8:12 AM
ARBITRARY - NOT REGULATED BY FIXED RULE OR LAW
DISSECT - CUT IN PIECES / EXAMINE POINT BY POINT
DEAD - VOID, USELESS, FORGOTTEN / LACKING FEELING, LACKING ABILITY TO REBOUND
CALIBER - CAPACITY OF MIND, DEGREE OF IMPORTANCE
PROFOUND - DEEP, THOUROUGH, INTENSE, DEEPLY FELT
ARBITRARY - NOT REGULATED BY FIXED RULE OR LAW
DISSECT - CUT IN PIECES / EXAMINE POINT BY POINT
DEAD - VOID, USELESS, FORGOTTEN / LACKING FEELING, LACKING ABILITY TO REBOUND
CALIBER - CAPACITY OF MIND, DEGREE OF IMPORTANCE
PROFOUND - DEEP, THOUROUGH, INTENSE, DEEPLY FELT
La Guardia Airport
Posted Date: 05 Nov 05 Saturday - 3:21 PM
Sitting in the waiting area
I listen to you speak for a little while
you don't know this...but..
I am quietly getting to know you
"Where is my wife?" you ask a woman, who jokingly replies,
"You didn't sell her, did you?"
I'm sure in the back of your mind you're thinking,
"Sometimes that seems like a good idea."
Sitting in the waiting area
I listen to you speak for a little while
you don't know this...but..
I am quietly getting to know you
"Where is my wife?" you ask a woman, who jokingly replies,
"You didn't sell her, did you?"
I'm sure in the back of your mind you're thinking,
"Sometimes that seems like a good idea."
2 is better than 1
Posted Date: 04 Sep 05 Sunday - 11:28 AM
I went food shopping last week. Among other things, I purchased an eggplant with the plan to make fried eggplant with spagetti. YUM!
So, I sliced it, and breaded it, and I realized there was alot of eggplant. Too much for 1. So, I put the rest in a plastic container, in the refrigerator.
My dinner was tasty.
The following day, I decided to eat more eggplant, because I hate to waste food. So, I didn't buy any bread, because it goes bad too fast when there's only 1 person to eat it.
As a result of being without bread, my plan for a second evening of eggplant, but with a twist (parm) was shot..
In the end, I had the same dinner, with spagetti.
My dinner was good.
Today, I still had eggplant left. One serving.
I went food shopping again. I decided to make a stir fry. I thought it would be yummy to add some beef. But, all of the packages were too large for 1 person. And I really don't like to reheat beef, it's inevitably well done and chewy. So, I passed it up.
I got home, and put away my veggies and brie. I fed the birds.
You may be surprised, but....
I decided to eat the eggplant anyway. I hate wasting food! What!? So, I dropped the pasta all together. I ate it with a slice of cheese melted on top and sauce, with a slice of bread.
My dinner was OK.
BUT... my point, is that I wish I were still shopping for 2. Because 1 just plain stinks.
I went food shopping last week. Among other things, I purchased an eggplant with the plan to make fried eggplant with spagetti. YUM!
So, I sliced it, and breaded it, and I realized there was alot of eggplant. Too much for 1. So, I put the rest in a plastic container, in the refrigerator.
My dinner was tasty.
The following day, I decided to eat more eggplant, because I hate to waste food. So, I didn't buy any bread, because it goes bad too fast when there's only 1 person to eat it.
As a result of being without bread, my plan for a second evening of eggplant, but with a twist (parm) was shot..
In the end, I had the same dinner, with spagetti.
My dinner was good.
Today, I still had eggplant left. One serving.
I went food shopping again. I decided to make a stir fry. I thought it would be yummy to add some beef. But, all of the packages were too large for 1 person. And I really don't like to reheat beef, it's inevitably well done and chewy. So, I passed it up.
I got home, and put away my veggies and brie. I fed the birds.
You may be surprised, but....
I decided to eat the eggplant anyway. I hate wasting food! What!? So, I dropped the pasta all together. I ate it with a slice of cheese melted on top and sauce, with a slice of bread.
My dinner was OK.
BUT... my point, is that I wish I were still shopping for 2. Because 1 just plain stinks.
Belgium... first thoughts
Well... I am totally anxious and overwhelmed lately...
I'm taking 7 classes, and that's a lot to deal with. But I'm not working, so I have all this extra time to do my work, and although being poor has it's advantages, because it keeps me in the house, as I have no money to shop and go out drinking all the time, unfortunately this is my ideal way to spend my time...
So, it's October 24, and I have almost 2 months of school left, I have to find a job. YUCK! I've gotten used to living on my time, without having to answer to anyone.
On top of all that good stuff, I have decided to move to Belgium! The idea has been in existence first as a concept, and then something meant for later on, and now, something right around the corner.... so before I made the decision to move, I felt like the span of time from then (Sept) to the Spring (the later on idea) was unbearably long.
Well, when you decide to up and move with just a couple of months to organize your whole life in to 4 suitcases, and sell the rest, or ship it home to mom and dad... suddenly I have a new perspective on time.
And, this moving project has essentially become like another class. It requires research (schools, jobs, foreign language class, VISA papers, cheap plane tickets, finding someone to rent my room, seeing my friends) etc etc ETC! It's all so exciting, because on the other end of my flight overseas, waiting for me, is the person I have been working so hard to be with, and that makes it all worth it!
I don't know how long I'll be gone.. isn't that crazy? I might never come back... can you believe that? Or I might... who knows.. that's the fun of it all, right?
Well, Gabriel and I are having a get together in November, which will probably be an unofficial bon voyage party for me, as well as a "hey, Gabriel is in town!" celebration..both are unofficial, mind you, and most likely, you'll get the invitation, and I hope that if you are invited, you come, because I don't know when I'll see you again.. you meaning... you who recieves the invitation... other yous who read this, well, I apologize if you aren't a friend, just an observer... your probably not missing much... but then again... you might be...
I'm taking 7 classes, and that's a lot to deal with. But I'm not working, so I have all this extra time to do my work, and although being poor has it's advantages, because it keeps me in the house, as I have no money to shop and go out drinking all the time, unfortunately this is my ideal way to spend my time...
So, it's October 24, and I have almost 2 months of school left, I have to find a job. YUCK! I've gotten used to living on my time, without having to answer to anyone.
On top of all that good stuff, I have decided to move to Belgium! The idea has been in existence first as a concept, and then something meant for later on, and now, something right around the corner.... so before I made the decision to move, I felt like the span of time from then (Sept) to the Spring (the later on idea) was unbearably long.
Well, when you decide to up and move with just a couple of months to organize your whole life in to 4 suitcases, and sell the rest, or ship it home to mom and dad... suddenly I have a new perspective on time.
And, this moving project has essentially become like another class. It requires research (schools, jobs, foreign language class, VISA papers, cheap plane tickets, finding someone to rent my room, seeing my friends) etc etc ETC! It's all so exciting, because on the other end of my flight overseas, waiting for me, is the person I have been working so hard to be with, and that makes it all worth it!
I don't know how long I'll be gone.. isn't that crazy? I might never come back... can you believe that? Or I might... who knows.. that's the fun of it all, right?
Well, Gabriel and I are having a get together in November, which will probably be an unofficial bon voyage party for me, as well as a "hey, Gabriel is in town!" celebration..both are unofficial, mind you, and most likely, you'll get the invitation, and I hope that if you are invited, you come, because I don't know when I'll see you again.. you meaning... you who recieves the invitation... other yous who read this, well, I apologize if you aren't a friend, just an observer... your probably not missing much... but then again... you might be...
Leaving you
Posted Date: 18 Aug 05 Thursday - 5:16 PM
5:30 AM We're naked. Huddled like cubs in a den. The alarm. Finally I'm the one who gets up first
7:45 AM The airport. Departures. 2nd Breakfast. Gin. Anxiety. Butterflies aflutter
9:00 AM You and I depart first. You wipe away my tears, and hold my face in your hands
9:30 AM Somehow, I'm late checking my bags. I'm told I will only make my flight if I run as fast as I can to my destination
Gate B 33, after the passport check point, after the xray check point
The gates run, as you may guess, B 1 up.... I have 32 gates to pass
I have mentioned before that I love flip flops. And I do, really
Holding up my pants with one hand, my bag and ticket in the other
Running on the moving floor makes me feel like I'm in a movie. Maybe a romantic comedy. Only I'm not running to stop you from boarding your flight, and you aren't running after me...
Seat G 27
Departure 10:10 AM
Flight 7.5 hours
J'ai quitté mon coeur avec toi
5:30 AM We're naked. Huddled like cubs in a den. The alarm. Finally I'm the one who gets up first
7:45 AM The airport. Departures. 2nd Breakfast. Gin. Anxiety. Butterflies aflutter
9:00 AM You and I depart first. You wipe away my tears, and hold my face in your hands
9:30 AM Somehow, I'm late checking my bags. I'm told I will only make my flight if I run as fast as I can to my destination
Gate B 33, after the passport check point, after the xray check point
The gates run, as you may guess, B 1 up.... I have 32 gates to pass
I have mentioned before that I love flip flops. And I do, really
Holding up my pants with one hand, my bag and ticket in the other
Running on the moving floor makes me feel like I'm in a movie. Maybe a romantic comedy. Only I'm not running to stop you from boarding your flight, and you aren't running after me...
Seat G 27
Departure 10:10 AM
Flight 7.5 hours
J'ai quitté mon coeur avec toi
Subject page 73
Posted Date: 15 Sep 04 Wednesday - 3:55 AM
"She arches her body like a cat in a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing" ~ J. Winterson
"She arches her body like a cat in a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing" ~ J. Winterson
Subject: people
I wrote this one afternoon while I was sitting outside at my previous university.
Posted Date: 01 Sep 04 Wednesday - 3:33 AM
Red fishnet panty hose, becoming two long legs You tug on your skirt It's short, and I like it how you look so uncomfortable in your costume
Posted Date: 01 Sep 04 Wednesday - 3:33 AM
Red fishnet panty hose, becoming two long legs You tug on your skirt It's short, and I like it how you look so uncomfortable in your costume
Written On The Body
I absolutely love this book, and this is one of my favorite entries.
Posted Date: 30 Aug 04 Monday - 6:59 AM
" Articulacy of fingers, the language of the deaf and dumb, signing on the body longing. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter it's pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut. Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. " ~ J. Winterson
Posted Date: 30 Aug 04 Monday - 6:59 AM
" Articulacy of fingers, the language of the deaf and dumb, signing on the body longing. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter it's pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut. Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. " ~ J. Winterson
LIVING WITHOUT CONNECTION
Posted Date: 06 Aug 04 Friday - 3:32 AM
I was thinking that by having to visit the library to get online, it would curb my web abuse. And it has. However, I believe I reached a low point in my addiction the other night when I tried to access my space via my cell phone's web. Much to my chagrin, it did not work. Leaving me wanting it all the more.
I was thinking that by having to visit the library to get online, it would curb my web abuse. And it has. However, I believe I reached a low point in my addiction the other night when I tried to access my space via my cell phone's web. Much to my chagrin, it did not work. Leaving me wanting it all the more.
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