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Monday, October 09, 2006
Happy Birthday #2 to Notes From Me. Baby, this is your last post, in three parts. You were born in Japan, you've been around the world, and you landed in San Francisco, all by age two. Hats off. Much love. The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in the thing makes it happen. -Frank Lloyd Wright, who designed this: I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing of the truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. ...My kill-hand's tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. It's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. -Johnny Cash Sunday, August 13, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
n.y.c. draped on a mezzanine couch lazing for the first time hearing mr. waits smoke-raked poetry watching steam pour from a great tin chute up the side of a building slower than the rain fell. we should begin old and get new ungathering useless details able at last to bear the slowness of time. Sunday, May 07, 2006
Radiohead, Radiohead, at the Greek Theater in Berkely in June. Longtime friendships have always intrigued and impressed me, my own included. The getting-to-know is actually endless, though people can know each other very, very well. guitar-learning, finally. singing, writing, lifting, hill city walking, the intricacies of psyches, working double jobs, tutoring on top of that, starting to awaken. out of minutes at redtap. Wednesday, March 29, 2006
And I was taken across the Channel, but all over the world, strangers talk not only about the weather, yet I love to hear Waits sing that song more than dozens of his others. Having gone overseas within the first three months of this year feels like a right accomplishment. Fleeting coworker (more temporary work--engineering office this time) just said that when my hair is up it rains and when it's down it's sunny. If this were true I would make everyone happy, not by unending sun filled days of course but there wouldn't be October weather in the spring nor hot February days perforated with huge snowflakes. Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
I look in all my pockets. These are the things that for ever interrupt the process upon which I am eternally engaged of finding some perfect phrase that fits this very moment exactly. What am I? I ask. This? No, I am that. Especially now, when I have left a room, and people talking, and the stone flags ring out with my solitary footsteps, and I behold the moon rising, sublimely, indifferently, over the ancient chapel-then it becomes clear that I am not one and simple, but complex and many. -V.W., from The Waves I am surprise-visitng my friend who goes to LSE. I have come from Paris where I found not two friends but three. We are hungry and will soon eat. Thursday, February 23, 2006
There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Behind the counter at Tama Rama's was a greasy marriage of filth and disorganization. I would stand back there in a standoff with it. That shit was gonna attack you. The shelves and counters were already crowded to incredible bulging at the edges, and with the clown-colored candy piled everywhere, the place felt a little out of control. In back of the counter was where the most chaos lived. If someone needed a straw or a napkin or anything, I would reach down for it, and as soon as my fingers made contact, an avalanche of papers, candy wrappers, pencils, and useless, plastic unidentifiables from bubble-gum machines lost their balance and tumbled from the shelf. Cleaning and organization threw the usually sweet-tempered Judy into a barely-contained panic. If she and I were working together after one of my straightening attempts, she would whine urgently at me, "Napkin!" while smiling and handing a customer change. She wouldn't recognize the full napkin holder on a clear shelf below the counter. "Fork?" she hit a caffeine induced high note, still not looking at me. So, I would let the chaos back in like a temporarily thrown out lover. And it wouldn't take long. Thursday, February 16, 2006
A Moveable Feast may be the only Hemingway I will ever read (aside from "Hills Like White Elephants"). How can anything move me more than his exemplary prose about a city I adore...It is the same with the first televised soccer match I saw that featured World Soccer Champion Ronaldinho Gaucho--all subsequent matches look like foozball assemblages. Ermest should never have left Hadley. He did say he wished he had died before he loved anyone but her. Here is the view from the office I am temporarily working in. (I didn't take it). All the views out all the windows are fantastic. But the sunset from my roof two nights ago was better. Friday, February 03, 2006
Upon contemplation, the combination of "Chotto mas" works much better than "Chotto plus." I am nearly finished with my first book. Living on 85 cents a day for a month, outside of rent and bills, requires only minimal ingenuity, even when fake food is ruled out. I have a ticket (there was a sale) to return for ten days to Paris to visit Karim et Youcef in March. So I went to a temp agency two days ago and took a slew of tests. I was surprised that my typing speed/accuracy is 63 wpm with an average of 1 mistake per minute. After the two hours of testing I walked home in the heavy drizzle via Chinatown and then up over a few 45-degree angle hills to avoid bus fare. It was gorgeous. I made tonkatsu donburi later. January ? 2006--my very first rap show, at Studio Z, Folsom and 11th. It was great! Equipto and Mike Marshall headlined. But almost better were the two guys outside, who hadn't gone in, who were making up raps on the spot. Rhyming, intelligent, imaginative, deep. Rob Brezny used to have a thing against Leos. Every week he would write in his astrology column something like, everything could be cool, except that your a Leo. But now he's pretty chill. This week he said: You may not realize how significant a role that architecture plays in shaping your moods, ideas, and decisions. I'm here to remind you that it does. The quality of the indoor space you regularly inhabit deeply influences what goes on inside your mind and body. In 2006, it will be important for you to become more aware of this fact, and to be aggressive about putting yourself into environments that bring out the best in you. As a gift to yourself, spend some time inside the most uplifting building you know. Today, I got a phone call from the Temp People who said, "go to 155 Sansome St. ASAP. Reception work." Oi. Okay. So I did, and when I arrived, the building welcomed me like an old friend from New York. Someone's description: ...art moderne is nimble--and 155 Sansome's interior invites you to soak in heady splendor. The walls are black marble with deep white veins, the ceiling looks like faceted gold, and the elevator doors are bronze. There are sophisticated touches here, such as the way the long, tall lobby conludes with two shallow flights of stairs that lead to a column-framed door that's locked. But detached contemplation isn't the point. Enjoy. (Note: A trip to the 10th floor offers a chance to see a Diego Rivera mural along the stairway between the entrance and dining room of City Club, itself a fabulous place.) The rooftop above my own, one-room sunny abode gifts me with a view of the Golden Gate, the bay, the ocean, and the mountains. Sunset is maybe best. For now, I gotta say thank you to Randy, only he will know why, and words from Bukowski the Motivator (he published more than 50 books in all):
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Here is the apartment where I stay the bathroom amie m'a visite counterpart to city lights |
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