Tales to tell…

I have never finished a water color painting but I can recall the thin colors growing deep in puddles that puckered thin white construction paper. I remember how even the pencil outlines were broken, smudged or lost in the slow land-locked battle. A continent of homogenous black-brown and dirty grey- but like the stagnant water that pools after a storm, a clear drain will bring movement. All the vibrancy essential in creating such hardened hues spill forth, they flee in sprints like foxes. I see a splash of orange dart behind the knobbed trunk of an ancient oak tree. This is what most days feel like and I suppose that was the story. Standing at the front desk, organizing registration cards- I read a memo about a particular guest and realize in a moment of clarity that all the events I had recalled from earlier today were actually yesterdays memories.

Let the right one slip in...

A birthday and this morning I couldn’t be more pleased. Last night we were able to see Nine Inch Nails at the Rose Gardens, I had long given up hope of making it to this event so that was most unexpected. The tickets were only $20.00 so, we were in the nose bleeds for sure and it was a very different experience to be so removed from the collective frenzy of the pit. The production, as those before it, was breathtaking and complex. Trent is amazing, the closest I have ever come to having a personal savior from age eleven onward. Which also led me to consider that he was 26 when he wrote The Downward Spiral. Not too far gone yet, here- here.

I recently saw Let the Right One In at the Hollywood theatre, one word- breathtaking. Beautiful, surreal, everything I ever wanted and more, and less. I felt immediately enamored with the cast and scenery- perhaps it was the Swedish, all beautiful shortened sentiments sounding like sweet bubbles. I walked out thinking, ‘I wish this were based on a novel, there is so much story yet to be told.’ Luckily for me, it was and should be arriving very soon. There is even an addition that feature a silhouette in red running past trees! Little red strikes again.

Amanda Palmer is coming up, that is going to be amazing. I have more books than time again, dislike that very much, yes. But I hope to get a better handle on things soon. Also, Tender Forever is the only band other than Morrissey that I am listening to right now and I listen to them a lot. Pretty much always. Forever.

What a sick parable it is…

Hours disappear so quickly when you are under the laptops glow, clearly. In the past several hours I have accomplished nothing, really. What do I do when I am not looking at endless nothing on the internet you ask? I work, I read, I clean, I watch movies- more frequently of late. The coming week will welcome a birthday, increased contact with a former friend- perhaps, and what I hope to be a stricter vegan based diet. I have been suffering at the hands of my nutritional indiscretions. The sugar and fat must decrease, as well as caffeine. I hope to implement healthier habits, feel better and look better- naked, mostly. Shallow is the new survival mechanism of choice, thank the g-ds for make-up and firming lotion.