He had an agent and a roadie named Bart
Geez, I lurve Tom Petty.
I'd like to think these crazy ass early awakenings are just my metabolisms clever way of getting me ready for possible changes in time zones. For when my incredible whirlwind exotic life kicks in.
Any minute now.
Coming up quick.
Just waiting.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
*sigh*
I has a sad.
There are lots of factors, but this moment is about being invited to High Tea for a friends birthday tomorrow.
I have one dress. I have two skirts. I might be able to scrounge something together.
But the shoes I would have worn are Things We Lost In The Burglary. The nice clutch I would have carried is TWLITB.
I didn't have much jewelry, but I had a few nice pieces. I almost never have occasion to wear them, but. . . TWLITB.
(And yes, despite my poverty I did manage to try and go shopping for these items. Two stores later I'm still fat and can't find any shoes that fit. Are my feet fat now too? Things to ponder. . . )
I should go down to that one shoe store and see if something's on sale. But I'm just not feeling it. Between my lack of wardrobe and my lack of body condition it feels like a lost cause.
Wah wah wah self pity stuff blah blah.
There are lots of factors, but this moment is about being invited to High Tea for a friends birthday tomorrow.
I have one dress. I have two skirts. I might be able to scrounge something together.
But the shoes I would have worn are Things We Lost In The Burglary. The nice clutch I would have carried is TWLITB.
I didn't have much jewelry, but I had a few nice pieces. I almost never have occasion to wear them, but. . . TWLITB.
(And yes, despite my poverty I did manage to try and go shopping for these items. Two stores later I'm still fat and can't find any shoes that fit. Are my feet fat now too? Things to ponder. . . )
I should go down to that one shoe store and see if something's on sale. But I'm just not feeling it. Between my lack of wardrobe and my lack of body condition it feels like a lost cause.
Wah wah wah self pity stuff blah blah.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
On The Endurance and Cessation of Pain
like rolling waves, surging forward and falling back
pain ebbs in and washes over, receding only to advance
following the pattern of breath (and you hold it
trying to stave off the next crest
and it almost works)
they say it's how to tell i'm alive
it's bigger than its source, a spring overflowing
carving out hollows in your gut with fire
rearranging the architecture of your neck with tensioned lines
setting your forehead alight
and leaving goosebumps on your arms
if the weakness has left, what's taken its place
there is no peace in movement, no relief in stillness
you are made an fragile elder and mewling infant at once
and if you are lucky enough to procure relief
all that pathetic gratitudes ends in an exhausted slump
as your body uncoils like a wrung out towel
i'm not dying, so i must be so strong by now
pain ebbs in and washes over, receding only to advance
following the pattern of breath (and you hold it
trying to stave off the next crest
and it almost works)
they say it's how to tell i'm alive
it's bigger than its source, a spring overflowing
carving out hollows in your gut with fire
rearranging the architecture of your neck with tensioned lines
setting your forehead alight
and leaving goosebumps on your arms
if the weakness has left, what's taken its place
there is no peace in movement, no relief in stillness
you are made an fragile elder and mewling infant at once
and if you are lucky enough to procure relief
all that pathetic gratitudes ends in an exhausted slump
as your body uncoils like a wrung out towel
i'm not dying, so i must be so strong by now
Awake. Laughing. Crying.
I can give no just cause for the first, which descended upon me around 1:00 am today.
However, I can provide for the latter two.
I used to watch this show and I will never forget the fireman skit. Bless Harvey Corman.
Watch as Tim Conway lays waste to his castmates, but Vicki Lawrence steals the show.
Remember when I mentioned the film short Derek? Well, it looks like the whole pilot is available online.
Yup, this is the one that made me cry. Damn Ricky Gervais.
Whatever your feelings are, I urge you to take a few minutes and watch this short.
I know some people don't care for Mr. Gervais. He makes fun of stupid people. He takes shots at celebrities at industry events. People accuse him of being cruel, insensitive, and a bully. I disagree. I think Ricky Gervais is a mirror. He attempts to embody and reflect all the foibles of humanity. But he also allows some little grace to come through as well. His creative output is never one note; it's not just comedic, or dramatic, or even just satirical. His work is so bloody full of pathos that it's sometimes hard to bear--there's a terrible familiarity about the worlds that Gervais creates. We are acquainted with all the awkward denizens, we are familiar with the uncomfortable silences, we know all too well the crushing inherent sense of futility and repetition.
And yet. There's that grace note. In The Invention of Lying, the impetus for a human failing (lying) is to provide solace and comfort for loved ones. Gervais' character just wants to console his mother--and not even with real items, but just the concept of peace and prosperity, the notion of rest and care. All of his work is like this, small gems of kindness amidst the rocks of life. They are somehow more touching than all the grand gestures and sweeping overtures of other works, perhaps because Gervais presents us with such an unflinching portrayal of the worst of us, the best can't help but be brilliant in comparison.
Whether silly or snide, goofy or gloomy, the consistent push from Gervais is to Look, to See, and to Think. I think the man may be cursed with an unhappily keen understanding of human nature. He demands logic and reason, and where he finds none he'll let you know. Loudly.
As for the titular character in Derek? He's one of Gervais' genuinely sweetest characters to date. It wasn't until I saw this short that I realized Ricky could act. What at first seems like a cruel mime show quickly turns into a part played with fearless physicality. Derek is ugly. Derek is awkward. Derek is Not Situationaly Aware. Derek is a nuisance. He is one of the guileless people born or bred to be tone deaf to the subtle notes of human interaction.
Derek is also loving. Loyal. Tirelessly honest. Affectionate. Kind. I'm glad I don't know Derek, because he breaks my heart.
And that's all I have to say about that.
However, I can provide for the latter two.
I used to watch this show and I will never forget the fireman skit. Bless Harvey Corman.
Watch as Tim Conway lays waste to his castmates, but Vicki Lawrence steals the show.
Remember when I mentioned the film short Derek? Well, it looks like the whole pilot is available online.
Yup, this is the one that made me cry. Damn Ricky Gervais.
Whatever your feelings are, I urge you to take a few minutes and watch this short.
I know some people don't care for Mr. Gervais. He makes fun of stupid people. He takes shots at celebrities at industry events. People accuse him of being cruel, insensitive, and a bully. I disagree. I think Ricky Gervais is a mirror. He attempts to embody and reflect all the foibles of humanity. But he also allows some little grace to come through as well. His creative output is never one note; it's not just comedic, or dramatic, or even just satirical. His work is so bloody full of pathos that it's sometimes hard to bear--there's a terrible familiarity about the worlds that Gervais creates. We are acquainted with all the awkward denizens, we are familiar with the uncomfortable silences, we know all too well the crushing inherent sense of futility and repetition.
And yet. There's that grace note. In The Invention of Lying, the impetus for a human failing (lying) is to provide solace and comfort for loved ones. Gervais' character just wants to console his mother--and not even with real items, but just the concept of peace and prosperity, the notion of rest and care. All of his work is like this, small gems of kindness amidst the rocks of life. They are somehow more touching than all the grand gestures and sweeping overtures of other works, perhaps because Gervais presents us with such an unflinching portrayal of the worst of us, the best can't help but be brilliant in comparison.
Whether silly or snide, goofy or gloomy, the consistent push from Gervais is to Look, to See, and to Think. I think the man may be cursed with an unhappily keen understanding of human nature. He demands logic and reason, and where he finds none he'll let you know. Loudly.
As for the titular character in Derek? He's one of Gervais' genuinely sweetest characters to date. It wasn't until I saw this short that I realized Ricky could act. What at first seems like a cruel mime show quickly turns into a part played with fearless physicality. Derek is ugly. Derek is awkward. Derek is Not Situationaly Aware. Derek is a nuisance. He is one of the guileless people born or bred to be tone deaf to the subtle notes of human interaction.
Derek is also loving. Loyal. Tirelessly honest. Affectionate. Kind. I'm glad I don't know Derek, because he breaks my heart.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thanksgiving Pt. 2
Things I'm grateful for this year:
- My friends, who make me laugh and drag me out of the house and pick me and drop me off and buy me movie tickets and listen to me whine and laugh at my dumb jokes and feed me and take my phone calls and act happy to see me.
- My family. They are crazy and goofy and I wouldn't have it any other way.
- Music. Always and forever. Lately has been rather fanciful and fun for me, including: Chris Cornell, Michael Penn, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Howlin' Wolf, Dolly Parton, Edward Sharpe, The Fray, Radiohead, Shawn Colvin, K's Choice, The Dandy Warhols, Spin Doctors, The Cardigans, John Murphy and Jay & The Americans.
- Acting and film making, in its various incarnations. So. Much. Joy.
- Books, and the amazing availability afforded by e-books.
- My iPad and iPod, both presents from my Gulf Coast friends and co-workers.
- My particular brand of friend who comment on this blog, call me, send me texts, email me, play Words With Friends, or any other method of keeping in contact, keeping our friendship alive, and letting me know they are thinking about me.
- My big bro, who's making it possible to travel to visit family.
- My friends Hotsauce and Mrs. R--making it possible for me to have a comfortable place to stay during my trip.
- The surprise phone call from my little bro.
- The surprise Skype tonight wherein my little sis stayed on an extra hour with me just to shoot the shit.
- My friends getting jobs. It's so great and I'm so happy for them. And they deserve it, for realz.
- Rowdy Rodi and Jones. Awesome people that I'm glad to have met.
- Finally getting to see my cousin again after a decade. She grew up into a very cool person.
- My Uncles. Chris Rock is right, your Uncles prepare you for all the crazy shit you are going to encounter in life. They also feed you lobster and tell you horrible jokes. And sometimes they apologize for things they don't need to. And sometimes they invite you over just because.
- My Bef.
- Kitties and Doggies and the chance to meet them all over the place.
- The beautiful weather here.
- Nail polish and lip gloss. (What? I can be shallow and materialistic.)
- Sushi, pickles, olives, cheese, milk, nectarines, bananas, Dr. Pepper.
- My Endo doc. Though I have troubles, he is always the sweetest.
- Every silly thing ever posted on the internet. Tumblr for unalloyed craziness.
Thanksgiving Pt. 1
It's Thanksgiving and I am once again HELPING by baking some stuff.
You know what that means.
Bet you didn't know we also do lyrics here at Blather Blahg, eh, eh?
If you hear about sudden SoCal fire outbreaks, it was So Not Me.
You know what that means.
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| If my pie falls, the crust crumbles, and I tumble to think of facing Lin Lin. |
If you hear about sudden SoCal fire outbreaks, it was So Not Me.
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