Saturday, March 28, 2009
even though i am in love with language, i do not always adhere to the laws of grammar. like the life of christ was enough to change our western timeline, separating b.c. from a.d. ...
we are now living in a post- e.e. cummings world.
the rules have been bent unforgettably. the direction of poetry has been altered forever.
i took one grammar course in college. the professor of the class's greatest joy was that he was once in a jeopardy! question. he once said something that stuck with me more than any of the 5,000 sentence trees we did. he said the point of language was to communicate, and if the other person knows what you mean: what you're really trying to say, then you were successful in communication. whether or not you say it "in correct grammar."
however you will rarely see me abuse this privilege of grammatical freedom. i just live in a post-eec world.
know what i sayin'?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
In honor of a wedding I will be attending today, I am posting my friend Ben's Vegas wedding video. If you ever need a cheer up, this video is Internet Prozac.
I love the spontaneous dance party, and the vows are classic. Enjoy!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
oh i cannot sleep, my brain feels awake. it is 12:30 a.m., and i'm tired, but if i lay in my bed i'll just toss and turn so i'll wait until my eyelids are drooping and hope for a nice slip into sleep.
i tried watching kung faux vol.3 to no avail, and i was quite looking forward to watching it. classic fung foo overlapped with gangsta speak. i got it off a dude i know who is into ninjas too: a terrible burned copy that neither my vcr/dvd player nor my laptop computer would play. both spit it out. perhaps they have been spoiled by the real thing. they just can't go back.
so tonight i sit in pajamas, listening to a new cd and flipping through flipping through my new-to-me book: TRIBUTE TO RELIGION. [filled with pages of photos of the grand architectural works of man inspired by god(s).].
are you a curious person like me?
do you want to know what i'm listening to? because i'll tell you, it's fucking great. it's my first listen to a cd called since we last spoke by rjd2. my friend auddy left it at my place after we attempted to go to a love language show over the weekend. we missed the show because we got caught up in talking, catching up with her felt so real. we understand each other, it's so special when you just get someone. and happy ending alert i saw the band later that night, and they rocked it.
do you want to know more about the book? i got it downtown, at a used book store that changed hands and reinvented itself. it is no longer the musty old chaotic bookery, unvacuumed and slumming, owned by a very flirtacious old man who would give change from his wallet. it is now bright and organized and monitored by hanging mirrors to a thousand unseen big brothers or perhaps just passers by. while we stood in line a man in front of us spoke in the most beautiful accent. a new friend leaned over, put her hand to her mouth, and low-spoke-whispered, i don't care what he says i just want him to keep talking. i nodded slowly, not at all minding the conversation holding up the distracted book keeper.silently tapping.with his. beat. we just listened to the rhythm and the soft twang of his words- swooning inside the room of the [less] dusty shelves and shelves of books.
i left with evidence of what humans can do with inspiration. the book notes 8 world religious architectures, all reaching up towards the heavens, trying to connect with a powerful deity: creators and sustainers, some blood-thirsty and angry, some all too human. our ancestors tried to stretch as far up as they could like an outstretched arm, asking god to be near. cathedral of san marco, venice. notre dame, paris. old-new synagogue, prague. melk monastery, austria. cologne cathedral, west germany. hagia sophia, istanbul. cuzco cathedral, peru. angkor wat, cambodia. i was surprised to see that i had been to the first three on this list. looking at the pictures is so different from being there. to stand beside it and feel the full scale of it all is irreplaceable. i immediately decide i'm going to see as many places in this book as possible. my next is angkor wat, i've been wanting to see this place for some time, and it is in the region of the world i want to visit next: the far east.
these talks of dreams are awakening my senses, and now i feel more awake than before. the album has played a second time through.
i remember how forty eight hours ago i was on a boat, dancing with friends, gliding on smooth water, dreaming of summer, hip hop hopping through our hips. this was highlight two of the weekend, made better by the disorder of the surrounding night. the energy was strange, a goodbye party and a birthday party, colliding emotions coming out sideways. i was so glad for the simplicity of the moment, smiles, music, loud talking against the dark night, our boat the only thing cutting the stillness of the water, deep and dark, and still on the surface.
tonight it was back to business fine combing the obituary. tomorrow i am meeting with a friend of superfred's to plan "his celebration of life." this weekend: a wedding, next week: a funeral. a scale equal on both sides.
rubber soul has been playing in my background, and my eyes finally tire. they must break from the screen for
glorious sleep is near.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
giggles is what i'm after. some good old fashioned brainwashing.
i had a bad date tonight. one of the worst i've been on, the boy literally gave me a panic attack. i had him take me home. the pseudo-end of this story is i feel better alone.
so i took comfort in the office. solece in 30 rock. many laughs were expelled from me.
then i watched jay leno. i don't normally watch jay leno, and tonight he reminded me why. to be honest i was surprised he didn't whip out his member right there and stroke it for the camera. he hates women if they aren't sexualized. it's evident by guests like the rock and some other dude. (he did have a sultry young woman sing the blues for his musical guest, which goes with the generic profile). his jokes reflect how much of a man's man he is. which is fine for him, but i don't relate. bad women drivers, retarded 911 calls & police cam videos, a comic making fun of fat people on airplanes, blah blah blah. it isn't that relevant, and it isn't charming. i am a stranger to it.
and then jimmy fallon came on. and get this: THE ROOTS is his band. THE ROOTS: fucking score, jimmy fallon! [i want to go on and on about the fact he features THE ROOTS on his show]. every one of his shows THE ROOTS will be jamming their little hearts out and i just have to say god bless you jimmy fallon and welcome to the charmed life. [okay, for your: the beloved reader's sake, i'll move on]. fallon had some great guests and his little videos are funny and have great potential to the strongest part of his show. his monologue was a little lame and if that's reflective of his standard i would cut that traditional element of the show. hear me, jimmy fallon? hahahaha [jimmy fallon: yeah spins right on it].
i will watch this show again if only to see THE ROOTS jam out.
i normally like watching movies in my bored down time. but when i'm upset, i watch television, it calms me down like nothing else can. when i'm sick, i watch romantic comedies. (i am not proud of this). we americans love our color boxes.
give me conan o'brien! give me jon stewart! give me stephen colbert!, and i shall be happy.
oh man, carson daly is coming on, i probably shouldn't waste any more time. i have a super nintendo system to set up. it's mine from third grade. i had lost the power chord and a friend after finding this out, whipped out his magic iphone and went to ebay land proclaiming soonafter done! and a week later he's handing it to me. the moment of truth is near, i can't wait to see if it works! i don't plan on playing it tonight because i've had enough of staring at screens. but i have to test it out!
i accidentally watched some of carson daly as i wrote that. right now, korean doctor-comic "ken" is on who's actually kind of hilarious. which is a nice contrast from carson daly. oooo i'm fiesty tonight. he's leaving so i'm shutting it off. and signing off.
so dear reader, thanks for watching my brain empty.
(*variation attributed to Alain)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Every life comes to an end. If there was a loophole to this law, my SuperFred would have been able to find it. He left the world on February 20, 2009 peacefully. 2 AM. I had seen him hours before, the last thing I said to him was 'I love you, I'll see you tomorrow'. How oft we are wrong. But I'm okay with that particular pitfall of humanity. In my words he still heard what mattered.
Tonight I wrote an obituary from notes my dad's notes. It still needs some review and then finally approved by me- and then out it goes to the local Star News, Princeton Review, and The New York Times(!): his favorite news source.
Strange to consider that soon I will have already met my goal of publication in 2009; obtained in a plot twist heavily foreshadowed in preceding chapters of my recent history. My words will be printed on the musty creased ink smeared beautiful paper of The New York Times and the life of my hero honored in it and I feel... le sigh of happiness. Something he can be proud of on his way out of the world
like an exhaled breath.
rest in peace.