The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods.
Dial tones and license plates.
The words you didn't choose.
Everything the day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk,
and shorts the evening's fuse.
So you fumble for a voice and sing "Happy Birthday."
Read it to yourself again.
The stories always end the same.
He can't stay and she won't run,
and fear is where they're calling from.
Staunch the blood from countless tiny cuts.
We're all out of bandages.
The heaters rattle taunt.
Sifting through translucent shards of glass,
looking for a filament that lit the life you want.
So you stumble for the phone, grasp the cord and pull.
Will your readership complain the stories always end the same?
She can't stay and he won't run, and fear is where they're calling from.
Afraid is where you're calling from.
Weakerthans- Uncorrected Proofs
Another birthday. 23 years old. Nothing exciting to report. Sore from snowboarding. Black diamonds? My 6th snowboarding experience? What was I thinking? Trying to quit my job, making art, distension about party plans. The usual.
As Vainglory said "Nobody likes me when I'm 23".... I never wanna act my age. What's my age again? What's my age again?
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Hiatus
As you may have noticed, I've fallen off the world a bit. I had lots of grand ideas, and I really do want to get to them all. Unfortunately, technology is conspiring against me. My laptop is in a sad state, despite my earlier reformat, and I had to send it off to have it's motherboard and DC jack repaired. I'm currently using my mom's laptop when it's available. My camera cable is MIA, so I can't upload pics. And my new flip has to be sent home to it's maker to be fixed also.
When my various bits and pieces get sorted out, I'll be able to embark on a new, more focused blog where I'll post videos and pictures and lots of art.
Until then, I'll probably be more or less invisible, and I'll be cleaning, knitting, painting and snowboarding (Quechee mountain this weekend). Oh, and working. Yeah, that job thing. And taking classes! I signed up for a class on drawing graphic novels and one on ceramics starting next week. Should be excellent.
When my various bits and pieces get sorted out, I'll be able to embark on a new, more focused blog where I'll post videos and pictures and lots of art.
Until then, I'll probably be more or less invisible, and I'll be cleaning, knitting, painting and snowboarding (Quechee mountain this weekend). Oh, and working. Yeah, that job thing. And taking classes! I signed up for a class on drawing graphic novels and one on ceramics starting next week. Should be excellent.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
i'm so sane, its driving me crazy
no really
http://www.damninteresting.com/?p=864#more-864
on another note, after serious snowboarding adventures, i can report that:
Improvement has been made.
Everything hurts.
I still really need better gloves.
http://www.damninteresting.com/?p=864#more-864
on another note, after serious snowboarding adventures, i can report that:
Improvement has been made.
Everything hurts.
I still really need better gloves.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Goofy and sore
Super busy weekend AHHH!
Friday- Thrift store (fail), race to monkeys, speed fire, fastest attempt to get 3 women drunk and dressed up ever (found Friedman), sound check, Shiva Rave! My set was ok... the 1st half kinda sucked, then I found my stride and got rocking, only to be told far too soon that it was Connor and Christopher's turn, so I should stop. Then we went back to my house for another drink, danced a bit (not enough), returned the speakers and went to the Acrop where I finally got dinner. It was good, not as good as the fall, but awesome none the less.
Saturday- Not enough sleep. Chilled with Friedman. Tried to repaint the Shiva black, but all the rollers were dead. VT football instead. Then Friedman and I got dinner. Fire, at which I was too cold and tired to spin. Also, I learned on Friday that I don't like spinning in deep snow. My toes are cold and my balance is off, and when I try to move I end up tripping/sliding so my flow gets ruined because I have to remain rooted on the ground. Then I went home, was amused by best of creigslist and passive agressive notes, and went to bed.
Today- up at 6 am for a Snowboard trip. Stacey is a really good teacher and I made lots of progress. ie I suck less now. Here is what I learned: 1) I must board goofy (right foot front) or t all goes to hell. 2) Toe turns, better heel turns, and how to do both intentionally. 3)How to stop (mostly) and how to get up without doing the stupid flip onto your belly like a whale bit. 4) How to ride the chair lift, often without falling over on the way off. 5) That the bit where you eat it -ie crash, sucks, but not as bad as expected. The first time I had a major fall, about an hour in, I "caught edge" - too much snow in front of the lip of the board, and you flip, in my case backwards and my head goes boing boing boing. Stacey was all "Are you ok?!" I gave her a thumbs up, lay there a second and then made it to the bottom of the run. She was very impressed. Apparently, she'd been thinking that either I'd be like 'Ouch. Done for the day' or I'd man up. I maned up. As long as nothings broken, I figure its like a horse. You lay there until you remember how to breathe, then you get up, get back on, and go again. Otherwise, by the time you're ready to try again, the fear will be much worse than the fall. 6) I have adrenaline. I like it. I was going down the run, feeling great, finally realized why this sport is awesome, then I had too much speed, not enough control, and literally flipped. I swear, if I'd put my hands down, I could've done a cartwheel. I flipped completely over myself. Anyway, after, I kind of wanted to do it again. I lived, and it was awesome. Before the stroke, I'd've been terrified, but now, well, its about having fun. And It didn't end badly, which means it was awesome. 7) Mom was right. The helmet is crucial. 8) I need better equipment. Ie snow pants with pockets and long enough to cover the boot tops, more waterproof gloves (preferably which don't let the snow in my wrists) and goggles. Definitely goggles.
Now I've come to work and done my reading for tomorrow. I need dinner, a hot shower and bed and lots of icy hot. Lots of icy hot. My feet, calves, neck and abs all always hurt post Shiva. Feet, back, hips, butt, calves, thighs, shoulders and neck got further abused today. Everything will be sore in the morning.
Friday- Thrift store (fail), race to monkeys, speed fire, fastest attempt to get 3 women drunk and dressed up ever (found Friedman), sound check, Shiva Rave! My set was ok... the 1st half kinda sucked, then I found my stride and got rocking, only to be told far too soon that it was Connor and Christopher's turn, so I should stop. Then we went back to my house for another drink, danced a bit (not enough), returned the speakers and went to the Acrop where I finally got dinner. It was good, not as good as the fall, but awesome none the less.
Saturday- Not enough sleep. Chilled with Friedman. Tried to repaint the Shiva black, but all the rollers were dead. VT football instead. Then Friedman and I got dinner. Fire, at which I was too cold and tired to spin. Also, I learned on Friday that I don't like spinning in deep snow. My toes are cold and my balance is off, and when I try to move I end up tripping/sliding so my flow gets ruined because I have to remain rooted on the ground. Then I went home, was amused by best of creigslist and passive agressive notes, and went to bed.
Today- up at 6 am for a Snowboard trip. Stacey is a really good teacher and I made lots of progress. ie I suck less now. Here is what I learned: 1) I must board goofy (right foot front) or t all goes to hell. 2) Toe turns, better heel turns, and how to do both intentionally. 3)How to stop (mostly) and how to get up without doing the stupid flip onto your belly like a whale bit. 4) How to ride the chair lift, often without falling over on the way off. 5) That the bit where you eat it -ie crash, sucks, but not as bad as expected. The first time I had a major fall, about an hour in, I "caught edge" - too much snow in front of the lip of the board, and you flip, in my case backwards and my head goes boing boing boing. Stacey was all "Are you ok?!" I gave her a thumbs up, lay there a second and then made it to the bottom of the run. She was very impressed. Apparently, she'd been thinking that either I'd be like 'Ouch. Done for the day' or I'd man up. I maned up. As long as nothings broken, I figure its like a horse. You lay there until you remember how to breathe, then you get up, get back on, and go again. Otherwise, by the time you're ready to try again, the fear will be much worse than the fall. 6) I have adrenaline. I like it. I was going down the run, feeling great, finally realized why this sport is awesome, then I had too much speed, not enough control, and literally flipped. I swear, if I'd put my hands down, I could've done a cartwheel. I flipped completely over myself. Anyway, after, I kind of wanted to do it again. I lived, and it was awesome. Before the stroke, I'd've been terrified, but now, well, its about having fun. And It didn't end badly, which means it was awesome. 7) Mom was right. The helmet is crucial. 8) I need better equipment. Ie snow pants with pockets and long enough to cover the boot tops, more waterproof gloves (preferably which don't let the snow in my wrists) and goggles. Definitely goggles.
Now I've come to work and done my reading for tomorrow. I need dinner, a hot shower and bed and lots of icy hot. Lots of icy hot. My feet, calves, neck and abs all always hurt post Shiva. Feet, back, hips, butt, calves, thighs, shoulders and neck got further abused today. Everything will be sore in the morning.
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