April 16, 2008
I seriously can't stand MySpace
I really hate MySpace because you can find everybody on it. Like people that you don't want to find, but you do anyway, because you get sucked into the hole of being online and your curiosity gets the better of you, and the next thing you know, you're in Wonderland. And until just this moment, it never occured to me that Wonderland could mean like, "hmmm, I wonder." Not necessarily like, "wow, that's WONDERful." Yeah, curiosity sucks. Especially when it's unsatisfied.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
The "L"
So, I've been riding the "L" to work every morning this week since I've been staying in the city, and I have discovered that if you aren't reading or listening to your IPod, riding public transportation is extremely interesting (astounding observation, I know). But in a city of almost 3 million people, there's no one to talk to. Is it because we're afraid that the person next to us will be crazy? Is it because we can't think of anything to say? Are our thoughts really that much more interesting than a conversation with someone else? Are there people out there who have really in depth conversations with people on public transportation, and if so, who are you, and why aren't you sitting next to me? I really want to know the answers to these and other questions, so if you happen to read my Blog and have something to say on the subject, let me know. I'll probably make a movie out of this someday.
Comments :
i talk to fuckin every crazy and/or homeless person on the el....... i think they sense that i wont shun them......
even if they arent crazy or homeless.......
i once had a 30 min conversation with a lady at the harlem green line stop about the difference between white guys cock and black....... it was awesome.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Just got out of the shower
I'm starting to realize that I may be one of the few people who actually posts blog entries on MySpace. Does that make me a giant MySpace loser? Does this mean that I have way too much time on my hands to post blog entries? I have been the most productive individual in the past month. I got a new job, I'm writing four screenplays simultaneously, I'm knitting a scarf and reading three books. I'm also posting blogs on MySpace. I think I need some more friends. So, whoever wants to go clubbing, just message me. We'll go. As soon as I finish knitting my scarf.
Comments :
i blog my ass off.
plus, if you wrote in a journal no one would think you were a loser and thats really what it is, blogging.
clubs? si, si , senorita
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Vintage Blogs
My first foray into blogging happened on my MySpace page, which I am now phasing out until it shall pass into oblivion.
However, I don't want all my hard work to pass along the same road.
So I'm going to gradually transfer my vintage blogs into my new one. It'll give me something to write about for awhile.
However, I don't want all my hard work to pass along the same road.
So I'm going to gradually transfer my vintage blogs into my new one. It'll give me something to write about for awhile.
Coming to Bed So Edible OR Never Felt Like Such A Girl
This is a song I've been listening to a lot lately, and incidentally, it's by one of my favorite bands. I have a really annoying habit of writing down song lyrics and commenting on them - as I've previously mentioned - but since I really can't think of much else I should write about today, I'm gonna share them. Also, I've been so terrible about writing on my blog recently that I need to start forcing myself to do it again - have I said that before?
So I won't hesitate no more. It just so happens this song is slightly relevant in my life right now.
To preface, I'll note that in the past few weeks, after months and months of what one might term inertia, my life has started to move again - not sure if it's forward - but it has begun to move, and I'm really not about to stop it no matter what the consequences might be.
In the wheel of my life, there have always been those little bits of road gravel that get wedged in the grooves and create a little wear and tear.
The following song is one that never fails to make me feel that all those complicated bits of life are great reasons to sing and dance - which I do while I'm getting ready every morning :
American Girls
Counting Crows
She comes out on Fridays every time and stands out in the line
I could've been anyone she'd seen
She waits another week to fall apart
She couldn't make another day
I wish it was anyone but me
I could've been anyone, you see
She had something breakable just under her skin
American Girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
She comes out of closets every night but then she locks herself away
Wish she could keep everything from me
I could've been anyone, you see
She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin
American Girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
Little shiver shaking me everyday
But I could get this same thing anywhere
So if she goes away, well, it's alright and I'm okay
She said, "Come back again tonight."
And I said, "I might, I might, I might."
She said, "Well, that's alright if it's alright, it's alright with you then it's alright, it's alright with me."
I waited for an hour last Friday night, and she never came around
She took almost everything from me
I'm going through my closets trying on her clothes
Almost everyday
I could've been anyone, you see
I wish it was anyone but me
There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin
American Girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
If I made you cry, just tell me why
I'll try again if you let me try
American Girls are feathers and cream
Coming to bed so edible
American Girls, oh American Girls
American Girls oh, oh, oh, oh
American Girls, oh American Girls
American Girls oh, oh, oh, oh
You made me cry
You made me cry
You made me cry
Yeah, you made me cry
You made me cry, hey miss American Girl
This song might never make it into the top 100 list of any given group of experts on the subject of music, but it makes me feel great every time I hear it.
Generally speaking I really love songs that sound really fun and poppy but are about something a little bit deeper - maybe not a lot, but a little - and this one falls into that category.
Sometimes there are those moments when, for one reason or another, we need to surrender to our slightly naughtier side. Knowing that the choices that we make with regards to someone else might not be the wisest or the most rational isn't always going to keep us from making them anyway.
Usually there is something fascinating about the person our eyes fall on, or at least that's what we convince ourselves of. And although the relationship may not be one for the ages, it's sure fun while it lasts.
This is not a love song. It's a song about finding someone with whom you know you shouldn't necessarily travel down a dark and dangerous path, and yet there is nothing you can do about being completely and inexplicably drawn to them. Sometimes the best rational decision is just too boring to be allowed, and so instead of being smart, we act based on something else.
It's clear that this American Girl is not the most stable person on earth, probably not the best choice for an adult relationship - the same could be said for the man. These are not two people who have to be together no matter the cost. They are both looking for something in the wrong places. But there is a beautiful vulnerability in each of them that draws them together. Neither of them really wants to know the other in that way that makes you want to know everything about a person you love. But they really do love a good roll in the hay together. These two people have probably wounded each other in small ways - like the way we wound ourselves with paper cuts - not the profound ways in which we can only wound those we love. But nonetheless, there exists between these people a desire to be together. And clearly neither of the two involved have the strength to turn down that opportunity.
This is a song that says so much more than I could ever say about the way it feels to want what you know you shouldn't - and in a much cooler way. But I'm writing about it anyway, because even though someone's five-year-old daughter could have written this blog, she didn't. And I did.
So I won't hesitate no more. It just so happens this song is slightly relevant in my life right now.
To preface, I'll note that in the past few weeks, after months and months of what one might term inertia, my life has started to move again - not sure if it's forward - but it has begun to move, and I'm really not about to stop it no matter what the consequences might be.
In the wheel of my life, there have always been those little bits of road gravel that get wedged in the grooves and create a little wear and tear.
The following song is one that never fails to make me feel that all those complicated bits of life are great reasons to sing and dance - which I do while I'm getting ready every morning :
American Girls
Counting Crows
She comes out on Fridays every time and stands out in the line
I could've been anyone she'd seen
She waits another week to fall apart
She couldn't make another day
I wish it was anyone but me
I could've been anyone, you see
She had something breakable just under her skin
American Girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
She comes out of closets every night but then she locks herself away
Wish she could keep everything from me
I could've been anyone, you see
She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin
American Girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
Little shiver shaking me everyday
But I could get this same thing anywhere
So if she goes away, well, it's alright and I'm okay
She said, "Come back again tonight."
And I said, "I might, I might, I might."
She said, "Well, that's alright if it's alright, it's alright with you then it's alright, it's alright with me."
I waited for an hour last Friday night, and she never came around
She took almost everything from me
I'm going through my closets trying on her clothes
Almost everyday
I could've been anyone, you see
I wish it was anyone but me
There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin
American Girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
If I made you cry, just tell me why
I'll try again if you let me try
American Girls are feathers and cream
Coming to bed so edible
American Girls, oh American Girls
American Girls oh, oh, oh, oh
American Girls, oh American Girls
American Girls oh, oh, oh, oh
You made me cry
You made me cry
You made me cry
Yeah, you made me cry
You made me cry, hey miss American Girl
This song might never make it into the top 100 list of any given group of experts on the subject of music, but it makes me feel great every time I hear it.
Generally speaking I really love songs that sound really fun and poppy but are about something a little bit deeper - maybe not a lot, but a little - and this one falls into that category.
Sometimes there are those moments when, for one reason or another, we need to surrender to our slightly naughtier side. Knowing that the choices that we make with regards to someone else might not be the wisest or the most rational isn't always going to keep us from making them anyway.
Usually there is something fascinating about the person our eyes fall on, or at least that's what we convince ourselves of. And although the relationship may not be one for the ages, it's sure fun while it lasts.
This is not a love song. It's a song about finding someone with whom you know you shouldn't necessarily travel down a dark and dangerous path, and yet there is nothing you can do about being completely and inexplicably drawn to them. Sometimes the best rational decision is just too boring to be allowed, and so instead of being smart, we act based on something else.
It's clear that this American Girl is not the most stable person on earth, probably not the best choice for an adult relationship - the same could be said for the man. These are not two people who have to be together no matter the cost. They are both looking for something in the wrong places. But there is a beautiful vulnerability in each of them that draws them together. Neither of them really wants to know the other in that way that makes you want to know everything about a person you love. But they really do love a good roll in the hay together. These two people have probably wounded each other in small ways - like the way we wound ourselves with paper cuts - not the profound ways in which we can only wound those we love. But nonetheless, there exists between these people a desire to be together. And clearly neither of the two involved have the strength to turn down that opportunity.
This is a song that says so much more than I could ever say about the way it feels to want what you know you shouldn't - and in a much cooler way. But I'm writing about it anyway, because even though someone's five-year-old daughter could have written this blog, she didn't. And I did.
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