Whenever I do post it's usually a few things at a time. So what more can I say? Ahem, I can say a lot more.
Um, first thing, let me get the pictures out of the way because otherwise the chip in my brain is gonna start acting up and well, you know we don't want that. Oh and - I'm so happy to see that "Heroes" is online, since I don't actually watch tv anymore, I can catch the latest episode whenever I want - online. God blesses the information super highway. What a great name for something - information super highway. That's my favorite kind of highway. No tolls.
Anyway, the following picture series I been kinda holding out on and I don't know why b/c it's just taking up lots of space on the camera to keep them. These are about littering vs not littering. I prefer, not littering. Trash being left behind after a day at the beach is like... so wrong. For real, sure the majority of people clean up after themselves but the other day when I was at the beach - South Beach, closer to the movie theater and Lincoln Rd, way on like 16th street... there was SO MUCH LITTER! And no, I alone couldn't get it all up. The point is, what are people thinking - what, since they're maybe just visiting they don't have to clean up? That's such bullshit. Garbage! Seriously, there are wastebaskets everywhere - and the ocean, after enjoying it's beauty and peace and all - would it kill some people to just pick up after themselves?
Tangents, are fun but litter is bad. Okay?! I hope I got that message across. The ocean is for sand, seashells, starfish, crabs, fish, birds - NOT GARBAGE! Word up. *smile*
Now onto other things...
Is it some kind of irony that I'm listening to Nirvana and I'm about to move to Seattle? What happens in Seattle anyway? Rain? I don't mind a little rain here and there but I'm hearing it's not just a little here and there. Well, other than that... "smells like teen spirit". It's time to change the song and move along...
NO JOKE!!! It's like the Winamp knows me or something - or atleast knows what I'm typing - the next song was - Janis Joplin singing "I Can't Stand the Rain". HA, ha. ha.
And then after that was Nina Simone "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood". I don't want to really hear either. This week has been electronic and freestyle and cha cha cha charmin. Aaah, we finally settle into Gotan "Last Tango In Paris" - nice song. I think in categories this falls under 'lounge'. I'm not really loungin, I got boxes all around and cd's on the floor... Oh me, I'm finally getting rid of all the cd's. I am not going to take pictures of the mess on the floor although I am slightly tempted. I have this calendar from Peking House and the lady on the front, her smile and pose with scarf is so annoying. What's she got to be so happy about? And then I'm wondering if I should take my Alice in Wonderland light switch fixture with me. It's this cute scene of Alice talking to the caterpillar. And as everyone knows, I love Alice and Wonderland and all it's inhabitants. "caloo calay".
I have this small card with St Francis of Assisi's Prayer of Peace on it... I will type it here. Just in case you don't know it. It's very nice and well... great...
Prayer of Peace
St Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light,
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
What else is on the wall.. pictures of my sisters, a guest pass to Fairchild Tropical Gardens that I haven't had a chance to use yet, pictures of myself, and Ayatul Kuursi above my bed. I had this metal heart thing on the wall too but I stuck that in a box.
And the beat goes on. Now I'm listening to Skazi vs Psysex, the song where it keeps repeating, "don't even know what the hell it is...". I find this kind of music to be so great for writing, cleaning, getting ready, getting hyper... Tomorrow, I got a lotta lotta stuff to do.
I know, it's maybe hard to follow - I started talking about the things on the wall and then moved on to something completely different. I guess I could blame the music. I'm thinking if I have anything else to say. Well, the other day I read that if you use a lot of I in your writing, and you're writing only about yourself, you are writing only for yourself. The word sardonic comes to mind if this true. I'm going to look it up now to make sure I used it in the right context - for using words the wrong way is a fate worst than plague to me. Dictionary.com says: characterized by bitter or scornful derision; mocking; cynical; sneering
Well, I guess that would be how it made me feel to hear that about writing like that. Like it's mocking me - me alone - who writes all this I I I... ai ai ai. I. I was going to start the next sentence using I again. What's wrong with it? I don't know really if there is anything wrong with using a lot of I. Patti Smith says the night belongs to lovers and to life - that's all I'm sayin. Patti Smith also says something about a rock n roll n* word and I don't quite get why she says that.
Oh while I'm traveling to Seattle, I'll be carrying my violin - so I'll totally get to be a big fat poseur and act like it's something I do totally well. Um, I sound quite bad. Supposing though, that you have to suck at at least one thing. Let that be my one thing. And nothing else. Actually, no, not quite true... I burn everything I bake. So I try not to bake anything.
Like seriously, it's about time I stopped typing nonsense to the imaginary people in the imaginary world.
I don't want to listen to Jack Johnson tonight, another song is going to get switched. Ooh la la, Madonna - Human Nature... I dig this song. I always will. "Express yourself, don't repress yourself..."
How does one go from Francis of Assisi to Madonna?
Honestly, I don't pretend to know. I just do what I do.
St Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light,
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
What else is on the wall.. pictures of my sisters, a guest pass to Fairchild Tropical Gardens that I haven't had a chance to use yet, pictures of myself, and Ayatul Kuursi above my bed. I had this metal heart thing on the wall too but I stuck that in a box.And the beat goes on. Now I'm listening to Skazi vs Psysex, the song where it keeps repeating, "don't even know what the hell it is...". I find this kind of music to be so great for writing, cleaning, getting ready, getting hyper... Tomorrow, I got a lotta lotta stuff to do.
I know, it's maybe hard to follow - I started talking about the things on the wall and then moved on to something completely different. I guess I could blame the music. I'm thinking if I have anything else to say. Well, the other day I read that if you use a lot of I in your writing, and you're writing only about yourself, you are writing only for yourself. The word sardonic comes to mind if this true. I'm going to look it up now to make sure I used it in the right context - for using words the wrong way is a fate worst than plague to me. Dictionary.com says: characterized by bitter or scornful derision; mocking; cynical; sneering
Well, I guess that would be how it made me feel to hear that about writing like that. Like it's mocking me - me alone - who writes all this I I I... ai ai ai. I. I was going to start the next sentence using I again. What's wrong with it? I don't know really if there is anything wrong with using a lot of I. Patti Smith says the night belongs to lovers and to life - that's all I'm sayin. Patti Smith also says something about a rock n roll n* word and I don't quite get why she says that.
Oh while I'm traveling to Seattle, I'll be carrying my violin - so I'll totally get to be a big fat poseur and act like it's something I do totally well. Um, I sound quite bad. Supposing though, that you have to suck at at least one thing. Let that be my one thing. And nothing else. Actually, no, not quite true... I burn everything I bake. So I try not to bake anything.
Like seriously, it's about time I stopped typing nonsense to the imaginary people in the imaginary world.
I don't want to listen to Jack Johnson tonight, another song is going to get switched. Ooh la la, Madonna - Human Nature... I dig this song. I always will. "Express yourself, don't repress yourself..."
How does one go from Francis of Assisi to Madonna?
Honestly, I don't pretend to know. I just do what I do.
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