"norwegian wood"
the other day sara and i laughed about ducks covered in ants while waiting for jam.
architecture leads me home somewhere in the way late am and i don't have the energy to make it to my bed - my futon looks too seductive (especially with the hello kitty doll on it.) during our critique, i compose sonnets about elephants. i cook dinner tonight with jason as we watch family guy episodes, not once, not twice, but thrice (and a half.) i look forward now to reuniting myself with the futon, along with haruki murakami and a bowl of ice cream. but, before that, dishes.
you gotta play it cool, even through those days bruised in black and blue.
a song: bright eyes' if winter ends i dreamt of a fever once that would cure me...
Monday, June 30, 2003
Sunday, June 29, 2003
"rah rah rah"
friday, i see ishle perform and sing her heart out. i am reunited with good people at the event, even if it's only for a moment. architecture eats away my poetry time so i'm sorry for the delay and lack of input. monday i am a free man, even if it's only for a moment. parties find velocities of voice emotions and reaffirmations of love, curious frenzies of choruses to old school hip hop songs, crazy chickens, and a drunk dog who may or may not have peed in my bed. creativity continues to climb, i'm feeling more and more lightheaded as the days go by, a rush is in me.
thank you.
a song: radiohead's kid a
friday, i see ishle perform and sing her heart out. i am reunited with good people at the event, even if it's only for a moment. architecture eats away my poetry time so i'm sorry for the delay and lack of input. monday i am a free man, even if it's only for a moment. parties find velocities of voice emotions and reaffirmations of love, curious frenzies of choruses to old school hip hop songs, crazy chickens, and a drunk dog who may or may not have peed in my bed. creativity continues to climb, i'm feeling more and more lightheaded as the days go by, a rush is in me.
thank you.
a song: radiohead's kid a
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
"i try"
i try to rock the creativity in my apartment but a crushing stuffiness grips me and turns me cold. i blame the fung shui for the writer's block. i blame the fung shui for the sudden lack of confidence. i turn to my blog not to complain but to cry for help. i think it is time to go out into the sun and have a walk around the block with my shadow. architecture goes well. i sense good karma there. i sense good fung shui. well, for me, at least. sorry kathy bach, sara, and jamie who complain and whimper about their first days. jean and i are in the same section and that should spark good conversation. i went to luca's last night and said the word "fuck" too many times. the "eye" is a beautiful movie, but you won't wet your pants. i'm trying to spend less even though i ordered an old rare eels cd at the cd store today. alex who gets the coolest dvds and books is always gracious enough to share. i have to burn a billion cds for all my friends. i promised one cd too many and now i'm indebted to too many people.
do i sound like a pussy in my blog?
a song: medeski, martin, wood's bubblehouse funk-jazz to tingle your spine to
i try to rock the creativity in my apartment but a crushing stuffiness grips me and turns me cold. i blame the fung shui for the writer's block. i blame the fung shui for the sudden lack of confidence. i turn to my blog not to complain but to cry for help. i think it is time to go out into the sun and have a walk around the block with my shadow. architecture goes well. i sense good karma there. i sense good fung shui. well, for me, at least. sorry kathy bach, sara, and jamie who complain and whimper about their first days. jean and i are in the same section and that should spark good conversation. i went to luca's last night and said the word "fuck" too many times. the "eye" is a beautiful movie, but you won't wet your pants. i'm trying to spend less even though i ordered an old rare eels cd at the cd store today. alex who gets the coolest dvds and books is always gracious enough to share. i have to burn a billion cds for all my friends. i promised one cd too many and now i'm indebted to too many people.
do i sound like a pussy in my blog?
a song: medeski, martin, wood's bubblehouse funk-jazz to tingle your spine to
x.
in a bar, he with a slurry hand scribbles on a napkin, "when you sing, bodies unbutton, skins unzip, and souls strip to showcase." he leaves without another word. no one else hears what he hears at night as he walks home with a ghost in his head.
sometime later, in another place, she finds a napkin on the floor with a strange sentence from one corner to the other. she wonders who the note is for and imagines all the possible "you"s in the world and is sadly convinced that the "you" is none other than her neighbor with the pretty peach cheek.
in a bar, he with a slurry hand scribbles on a napkin, "when you sing, bodies unbutton, skins unzip, and souls strip to showcase." he leaves without another word. no one else hears what he hears at night as he walks home with a ghost in his head.
sometime later, in another place, she finds a napkin on the floor with a strange sentence from one corner to the other. she wonders who the note is for and imagines all the possible "you"s in the world and is sadly convinced that the "you" is none other than her neighbor with the pretty peach cheek.
Monday, June 23, 2003
"msucial mayhem"
this weekend, a wonderful rush of musical mayhem comes and goes. saturday, i find myself at an api multimedia bash in oakland that features the skyflakes and dealership, a bunch of cool comic zines, and some beautiful films including our humble little "regret." recognition comes strange when i get called out as "hey, theatre rice guy" by a stranger. i meet dude named dino who made a great 3d animation music video for the skyflakes. cool cool event. i'm in awe in inspiration that renews my aspirations. and, plus, andinh and i get paid for it. woohaa. we're getting new shoes.
surprise tickets from good ronnie allowed sara and i to see beck at the greek. beck's set tantalizes, heartbreaks, and makes you wet your pants as he slides the electric. his party songs pump you and his breakup songs dump you. he graces us two encores. i think that i'm going to blow up. he renders the flaming lips' "do you realize??" beautifully. his "it's gettin' hot in here" is swank too. beck, i applaud you, sir.
sunday night sees us not just headbobbin', not just finger-snappin', but straight-up happy-go-crazy jumpin', dancin'. jammin', screamin' along to "taaaaaaaake me to another place, taaaaaaaaake me to another land, make me forget all that hurts me! let me understand your plan!" arrested development!!!!! damn! now if i get to see the digable planets grace the stage, i may die a happy music enthusiast.
top 3 concerts i've ever been to: sigur ros, spearhead, arrested development.
good bye, i'm late for lunch.
a song: arrested development's mr. wendel
this weekend, a wonderful rush of musical mayhem comes and goes. saturday, i find myself at an api multimedia bash in oakland that features the skyflakes and dealership, a bunch of cool comic zines, and some beautiful films including our humble little "regret." recognition comes strange when i get called out as "hey, theatre rice guy" by a stranger. i meet dude named dino who made a great 3d animation music video for the skyflakes. cool cool event. i'm in awe in inspiration that renews my aspirations. and, plus, andinh and i get paid for it. woohaa. we're getting new shoes.
surprise tickets from good ronnie allowed sara and i to see beck at the greek. beck's set tantalizes, heartbreaks, and makes you wet your pants as he slides the electric. his party songs pump you and his breakup songs dump you. he graces us two encores. i think that i'm going to blow up. he renders the flaming lips' "do you realize??" beautifully. his "it's gettin' hot in here" is swank too. beck, i applaud you, sir.
sunday night sees us not just headbobbin', not just finger-snappin', but straight-up happy-go-crazy jumpin', dancin'. jammin', screamin' along to "taaaaaaaake me to another place, taaaaaaaaake me to another land, make me forget all that hurts me! let me understand your plan!" arrested development!!!!! damn! now if i get to see the digable planets grace the stage, i may die a happy music enthusiast.
top 3 concerts i've ever been to: sigur ros, spearhead, arrested development.
good bye, i'm late for lunch.
a song: arrested development's mr. wendel
Saturday, June 21, 2003
"hulkish thoughts"
i was going to write a bitchy blog entry about "the hulk" but i decided not to because there are more important things to think about, like family (i'm gonna miss yall), the trailer for the new "peter pan" movie (wow, it looks pretty cool), brian nguyen (happy birthday brotherman), girlfriend (allo there), architecture projects (i choose you over sleep), children's books (we'll make some magic), eels concert (yes!), radiohead concert (yes!!), rilo kiley concert (yes!!!), arrested development concert (YES), los angeles (tata), berkeley (haha), and i dunno, some more stuff i guess, but i'm pretty sleepy so i'll stop thinking... now.
a song: the clash's london calling
i was going to write a bitchy blog entry about "the hulk" but i decided not to because there are more important things to think about, like family (i'm gonna miss yall), the trailer for the new "peter pan" movie (wow, it looks pretty cool), brian nguyen (happy birthday brotherman), girlfriend (allo there), architecture projects (i choose you over sleep), children's books (we'll make some magic), eels concert (yes!), radiohead concert (yes!!), rilo kiley concert (yes!!!), arrested development concert (YES), los angeles (tata), berkeley (haha), and i dunno, some more stuff i guess, but i'm pretty sleepy so i'll stop thinking... now.
a song: the clash's london calling
Friday, June 20, 2003
"dragon dream"
i promised myself i would write a lot more this week but i guess la just dehydrates my creativity.
los angeles traffic makes me dream of flying cars. or, in my wildest dreams, flying dragons. if i had a dragon, i would name it either "herman blume," "herman hesse" ... or "hot wings." if i had a dragon, i would fly to berkeley to say hi to people, and then fly to new york to ride the subway in the early hours of the morning (fuck the bart that closes at midnight!) if anyone tries to jump me, i'll let my dragon go berzerker on punk buttocks. if i had a dragon, i would travel, and sketch, and compose wherever we go. my dragon and i would sing our hearts out all across the world. eventually, scientists, capitalists, and alligator hunters would try to hunt me and my dragon down. we would fly, and fly, and fly so high into the sky, past the clouds, past the stratosphere, and into space. we would die in space but at least we won't die alone.
a song: mars volta's cut the city bloody brilliant.
i promised myself i would write a lot more this week but i guess la just dehydrates my creativity.
los angeles traffic makes me dream of flying cars. or, in my wildest dreams, flying dragons. if i had a dragon, i would name it either "herman blume," "herman hesse" ... or "hot wings." if i had a dragon, i would fly to berkeley to say hi to people, and then fly to new york to ride the subway in the early hours of the morning (fuck the bart that closes at midnight!) if anyone tries to jump me, i'll let my dragon go berzerker on punk buttocks. if i had a dragon, i would travel, and sketch, and compose wherever we go. my dragon and i would sing our hearts out all across the world. eventually, scientists, capitalists, and alligator hunters would try to hunt me and my dragon down. we would fly, and fly, and fly so high into the sky, past the clouds, past the stratosphere, and into space. we would die in space but at least we won't die alone.
a song: mars volta's cut the city bloody brilliant.
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