Love - Art - Disease - Pain - Life-Humanness - "Otherness"
In our desensitised society,
the artists,
the bohemians, poor, discarded,
"others", recovering addicts -
all are more in touch
with their human-ness
than the so called
mainstream.
Despite everything -
HUMANNESS, LOVE, LIFE, ART survives.
-Jonathan Larson
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Friday, October 25, 2002
I've always believed in signs. Today, everything has been working out well...TOO WELL. Work went great, I looked great (Abercrombie jeans, blue gap tee with white button down over it, brown beaded necklace and my phat brown leather skechers). I had a tasty turkey sandwich from Arby's, I put money in my account...I got off work early. I met Drew at the Pharmacy Association and gave him a box of Halloween Pumpkin 'Peeps'...and I'll never forget his smile as I was driving off. Something about today seems fishy. Days don't usually turn out this way. I hope that I'm not about to die. You know...maybe things are all GREAT for a reason...like everything is peaceful and it's time to GO. I hope not. That would suck. Im barely even 27. Plus, I haven't seen THOROUGHLY MODERN MILLIE on Broadway yet. Or Rome. And i'm not rich yet.*sigh*
It's raining and I have to drive to Orlando tonight...I wonder what's waiting for me there. ONCE UPON A TOY store is open at Downtown Disney...I AM UBER EXCITED. If I don't have a Haunted Mansion playset I think I'll die. Twice, maybe. Gotta go clean the car...it's a mess...
3:26 PM
Thursday, October 24, 2002
Busy is as busy does? So much to do before the end of the week. Tonight's agenda is way "defcon 5", yet Im on the computer...compelled by the addictiveness known as BLOG.
Eric, Ashley and I are packin' up our bags and movin' to Sante Fe. Not really, but we are headed to Orlando tomorrow. RENT weekend with the usual rentheads. Driving all night and then sleeping on the street doesn't sound appealing to anyone but us RENT freaks, I know...but there's such a great sense of comradery that rationalizes everything. Good times...good times.
David's supposed to drop by tonight at SOME POINT with the first batch of books to sign. Rather elusive, but that's all I know. It could be 5 books or it could be 500. Until then I've got to start construction on a scale model of Dorothy's house from THE WIZARD OF OZ for the christmas tree I designed for THE FESTIVAL OF TREES this year. Im loaded down with Balsa wood...it's frame time. Aight, Im off to get jiggy wit'it.
8:10 PM
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
I generally do not hate people. There is a very small list of the people that I do hate...and they usually fall into pretty large catagories. I also don't get into the habit of hating total strangers just because they look funny, act weird or whatever. Even the rude SOBs that cut me off in traffic...they aren't worthy of my hate. I don't love them either...but I don't hate. So why,then, do I despise those stupid people (especially businessmen in suits) who wear those wired-up, hands-free cell phones? When I see them standing outside of a store or mall yapping away to "nobody" I just want to slap them. Coming into work yesterday I was almost trampled over by the aformentioned businessman, driving his Hummer(pretentious), and yackin' away on his "hands free". I didn't even think anyone in Columbia ACTUALLY drove a Hummer. Just the way he looked at me exhibited an aire of dominance and made me feel like lowlife scum. His vocation is obviously something that drains his life of all youth and strips his ego down to the bearest threads...because he was showing obvious signs of mid-life strife. So I'm hoping that these wireless things are just a passing fad...but then I remember how I used to think talking on a cell phone in public was tacky. "To riding your bike mid-day past the three-piece suits;to fruits;to no absolutes;to absolut;to choice;to the village voice;TO ANY PASSING FAD. To being an "US" for once instead of a "THEM". La Vie Boheme...."
1:40 PM
Monday, October 21, 2002
I love Fall. It's my favorite time of year. All personal projects are on hold tonight. No pressing obligations, so I think I'm just gonna chill out and watch tv.
7:59 PM
Monday. I hate Monday. I hate Sunday as much, because of impending Monday. Things go well, though. We saw THE RING Friday night. I'll never forget that night...dinner at Za's and Amanda's Smoked "SAL-MON" pizza. I feel bad for not showing up at Eric's homecoming, even though it had a Wizard of Oz theme. He didn't wear his ruby slippers...so I suppose I don't feel too bad. THE RING was pretty good. Scary. Drew backed out because of the intense flavor that his sister's boyfriend bestowed upon the movie. He could have stomached it...it wasn't too bad. The ending was wicked. I've been suspicious of all the television's in my house for the past three days, though.
Last night we were all out at Drew's for Robert and Sarah's birthday. Meatloaf and baked potato soup has never tasted so good. Drew is the first person that I have met that strives to make up for a void by cooking and achieves success. That sounded bad...but it's not. He wants people to tell him he's a good cook...for the attention, maybe...but I tell him because he REALLY IS a good cook. Good eatin' it is, culinary arts it isn't...that would be TOO gay.
2:08 PM
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