comment to Marty...because, for some reason or other, I can't make one there. "It stops the rain from sadness" fuckin brilliant mate. You got me there.
ok, on to the blogtasticness.
Here's my response to New Year's, but I can't get the lines right on webtv, so bear with me and the slash...
untitled (Olde Acquanitance?)
I finally get it /
that inexplicable something / put down to vibe / and wordless whatnot / (where's your Wittgenstein now?) / when it's really about / movement motion (stop) kinetics / of a room spinning out / fishtailing at every second / it's not really about / the events, although / what happened contributes / to that entropy / it's just -- / maybe if we roll back the tape / it'll all make more sense / but we've gotta wait / till it hits DVD / complete with metacommentary moments / slick edits, emo confessionals, / wrestling in EVERY room / singing till you screech / and throw up a metal sign / to some classic 80s hair metal / vehicular drama, wraiths, / "face painting," lightrash 2.0 / gap ad sledding / and poo on the hand. / any questions? / didn't think so.
-- ECB, 1/03
if this blessed thing doesn't post, help me out, aight kids?
wow. hey, i'm back. seems like i have placed myself in a self-imposed exile that is known as Monticello, NY. I only have webtv (as my brother says, it is aimed at the 40s market of people who don't nor will ever have a computer...this includes my mother) so I didn't know if it would work, because webtv doesn't let me access a whole lot of websites, particularly my vanderbilt email account.
So, I'm back back back in NY, enjoying the remnants of one of the snowiest Christmas's in memory, and just plain chillin out. I am on vacation, after all. So I tell myself. But sooner rather than later I will be back in TN and taking classes and being in a warmer clime and all that nonsense.
The trip back was pretty good, although Vegas (dog) was molting or something, completely furring my car. The other problem was trying to get her in the car in West Va, because Bigger (her dad's dog) was trying to go in my car, and Vegas wasn't. So at like 7.15 in the morning, I am screaming at this dog to get into my car, and she isn't and I am trying to give her milkbones and eventually just throw her in my car, and feel strange about the whole yelling thing on a street that is not mine before the sun is even up. I was on the road by 7.30, and back in NY by about 5. Woo hoo. This includes stops for gas and puppy purposes. I live far away.
What else? I did have some things to say...
Oh yes. Perhaps this is unreasonable, but before I left, I bought this pocketbook on meditation...it had a chapter on patience, and one on the manure of experience, etc and so on. It seemed perfect for me, and I do have an interest in Buddhism (the book is basically about Buddhism) and so...yea. I mentioned this to Rachel, and she said it was perfect 'toilet reading' --- and I was naturally offended by this comment. Why does it have to be toilet reading? Maybe I am a bit too new agey for my own good at times, but Buddhism doesn't qualify as a chicken soup for the lost soul type of read in your bathroom type of reader, if you see what I mean. ANd maybe it's because she isn't interested in eastern religions, and is a Baptist...but it pissed me off. Hmmm. ANd I wrote a free style about it after watching 8 Mile. Go figure
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