Archive for March, 2010

real men

March 13, 2010

have a couple freckles at least.

arrived in oxford and it is welcoming me as it usually does: with a wet ground and a wide sky and birds chirping.

i can spot british youth. the boys have rings in their ears and the girls have teased blond hair or short bobs and tights on. and the spanish youth i can recognize as well. they wear tennis shoes and baggy pants. or tight pants. and maybe a lip piercing and eye liner. sorry for being so generic, i guess you just have to see a group of them in downtown oxford to know what i mean.

my fingertips are cold and i wonder what you are wondering about.

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as of 1998

March 9, 2010

the ornamental plant trade has become more profitable than the illegal drug trade.”

can you believe that?ran into someone i wasn’t expecting to run into and it was funny and peculiar. how nostalgic!

this is the story of a girl

March 8, 2010

named beth. this blog entry is dedicated to you. after i hung up the phone with you i thought about how great you are and how good of a friend you are and how you understand me and how we laugh at the same assholes at chs and how you make me feel like a million bucks and your cat tippy toes and laying on your white sheets and the california sunshine shines on us and how youve always been there when ive had problems and you are honest and comforting which is the best thing a friend can be and how you guide me in the right direction and how you support me when guys are being stupid. stupid guys. remember how in freshman year we would remind ourselves: “rule of thumb:guys are dumb”. classic. and i miss sitting on that bench after my art class senior year and i would tell you about the fight that happened where this little hispanic boy punched this little indian boy in the middle of the watercoloring lecture and there was blood everywhere and we’d talk about the party from last weekend and mr glavin and his smile and sometimes we’d eat scones together on that bench and you’d come and chill with me in photography and speaking of which, you have always supported me in photography. and how many times have you heard me cry and sob on the phone? and how many times have you seen me laugh with tears in my eyes? and how many times have you and i eaten at saka’s and 42nd st bagel and sat in the grass in the colleges and at somecrust? how how many times has our friendship just made sense and you understand everything and when everyone else is freakin annoying and everything in this world is stupid you make sense. and ‘holland’ and ‘two-headed boy’ by neutral milk hotel are my current re-discovered favorites.

i colored for 2.5 hours.

March 7, 2010

and this was the product: it shows a relationship. ANYWAYSSSSS today was beautiful and i think it hit 55 and i sat on a bench for 3 hours in the park and basked and read the american nonrequired series. and i felt so good as the sun infiltrated and i listened to people and watched characters and facial expressions and witnessed moments.

“going back” by devendra banhart is a great song!

but still, why am i in an unbalanced relationship? the teeter totter. i seemed to gravitate towards those

cooookiie crisps

March 5, 2010

all i can say is that last night was one of the best ive ever had. how can i sum it up? well..there was risk and thrills and laughter, there was adventure, there was meeting belgium tourists, cannolis and canal st, and there was getting on a lit up billboard in times square.

infinite moment and two new friends.

“Quiero hacer contigo Lo que primavera hace con los cerazos”

March 3, 2010

which means “I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

okay now im gonna quote this subtly boisterous (is that even possible?) and charming and funny asian boy from brooklyn in my nat sci 2 lab: “I’m speaking of genuine feelings. She has to make you feel as if every night is a lonely one. She has to make you forget how to walk, she has to give you the munchies. Her mere presence has to make you feel more unsettling than eating chocolate while on the can.” jeffrey ng you wrote this in your blog a long time ago and i have to say i think you are so cool.

pablo neruda right here ““I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.”” here is another “And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.” he knows i am referring to him when i cite these quotes.

“Reggae beats resonate. Street performers give it their all. Sunshine warms my face and palm trees cast midday shadows. I dodge skateboarders and mimes, guitarists and surfer-beach-boys, as I walk along the boardwalk. Vendors try to sell me bracelets, fake Dolce & Gabbana glasses, and artsy knick-knacks. The smell of fresh Carnitas tacos and marijuana fills my nose as I sip on ice-cold lemonade. Alas, this is Venice Beach.” i sort of miss this socal haven, but spring is finally arriving about gdamn time and i cannot wait to take photos this weekend and indulge in the thoughts kept in by my skin.

pumpkin chocolate chip cookie from some crust

March 2, 2010

to see man man for 12$ thursday night or not to? there is no real down side; they apparently are total manics on stage with props and dancing and facial expressions this guy looked nice today with his corduroy jacket and dark hair and i wanted to ask him what kind of stuff he liked to do and music he liked. i was walking to spanish class, listening to blink 182, and everything seemed so funny to me…the way people walked, their facial expression, their hairstyles and clothes. and they had no idea how funny it all looked!found online:

Just in case you need some writing inspiration. Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another
city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

how i feel, sometimes.

“you love easily”

March 1, 2010

realized i love giving and loving and throwing myself into something and immersing myself and holding my breath and plunging underwater and it is okay if i hurt sometimes or get upset at myself because i am just a passionate person and that is who i am and i like it in the end.

this song is encapsulating my week: and i want to be their friend! this is one of storm tharp’s piecies. he combines colored pencil and meticulous detail with water/diluted ink blotchesand lastly, a photograph by tam tran:actually this is the last one: a portrait by richard avedon