tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32311472011-04-21T11:19:41.615-07:00Poor ClareA Semi-Cohesive Ramble Thru What Could Be Loosely Termed Remembrancespoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-37584024265085407972008-10-08T21:50:00.000-07:002008-10-08T22:39:49.771-07:00Fill your Breath: Feel a Foollilting vocabularylift up the nightswinging round silenceand stuck out of sightsoothing these memoriesall spoken beforebringing down notepadssurrounding the floorsilky ass stockingsslip off of my thighswinter whispers of thosechill clinging eyesstalking this bodyi drift so freei separate my soulstill one with memovement masks rhythmpas de troisone two fivepulsating poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-43224694671710130002008-10-02T21:35:00.000-07:002008-10-06T12:06:45.639-07:00Hotel WithinI seek a sweetness of soulsomewhere withineach faulty facadeI try passing inHow will I ever know me?Our bodies of traveling artsaintly, yet sanctuaries for sinthis strolling haven of supposed hipnessoh, come on inChrist, this hotel's for gypsieswe're all passing onone day through the othersavoring our songwe flex to life's musicand give to hope's pulseRoam casting our wishesthrowing poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-53777035412539594982008-10-01T23:27:00.000-07:002008-10-02T22:10:25.017-07:00Center isn't far: But Just wherefear stalks youas a tiger in the bushcan it smell you?sweat dripping off your nosestaining my chestburning your image into my skinlike a tattoo on my heartmistaken and indelibleInked fleshthere is pain but no paintolerance but intolerancemisery but not sorrowwhat then is in betweenin where is my middlecoming back to centerfrom all extremesfinding the outside poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-79056199508750547212008-10-01T23:24:00.000-07:002008-10-01T23:25:20.317-07:00In My Day : The Rise of Violence vs. The Lack of TechnologyThe good old days... Were the good old days really the good old days? Weren't our grandparents' days of yore once nowadays? Hasn't there always been a series of good old days to dream about and point to when the older generation felt that the youngsters were shitting up the world?"Why in my day... Where's the morals? What kind of music ispoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-63033422597921783672008-08-30T14:40:00.001-07:002008-10-02T22:11:14.729-07:00Ok, I'm looking for my diaries today. I have a yen to do this little thing called Mortified. I guess I was inspired. Instead of finding my diaries, I stumbled onto journals filled with writing from as far back as grammar school. And I come to find the same images and themes were in my work even then. I've been searching my whole life I guess for meaning and understanding…Found a few things that poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-83138537523926510362008-08-28T13:39:00.001-07:002008-08-28T13:39:57.509-07:00Haiku Experimentsun streaming forwardmoving my feet onward Istep onto a beam strength, warmth and comfortflowing inward – fire and lighttranscending my soul floating serenely to reach the heavens abovelook down earth and be sitting in moonlightbrushing, caressing my bodybeloved by you glowing with the starslike diamonds strung through the airlights early evening tickling pink my toeslong blades of waving green poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-71715226144456999662008-08-26T17:23:00.001-07:002008-08-26T17:33:43.654-07:00Finding a pen is today's society is a little harder than I thought. I couldn't find my pen when I got to the airport on Monday. So I figure I'll just buy a pen at the sundries store. Shouldn't it be that easy? Well good luck to all of you fellow penless folk. Good luck at locating a pen out there. I tried the sundries store. No good. I tried the bookstore. Nada. I was getting pretty desperate. Mypoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-74117732944151849892008-08-19T18:33:00.001-07:002008-08-19T18:33:27.237-07:00Hearts Sickthe heart incapablea soul unwillingyes, ithought the best of yousaw what i wanted to seebelieved in youi ended up deceiving methis unsatisfied emotionfrom stunted growthmaterial love huntingthe replacement of joybusy with thingsoutward appearanceshappiness does not equalexteriorsthe easy fixlet's run for reliefrun from commitmentthis time who's the thiefno more pressure or stressstill no poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-26402080765723012332008-08-19T15:33:00.000-07:002008-08-19T15:43:16.590-07:00exhale - begin: one man and his bongno one knows who you areneither family or friendto help buoy you upyou let nothing inshallow and lonelyyou try to pretendfor all the goodness of lifeyou trade for a whimeach woman a playthingan object, a toyyourself, stifling, unchangingemotionally destroyednumb out to all feelingbreathe that smoke innull all emotionsexhale and beginevade all the poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-70465352939528148672008-03-14T15:38:00.001-07:002008-03-14T15:38:25.305-07:00Reading in LA: A Year of living fearlessly and sans TVOver the past year or so, I've had little or no access to Television. I must admit I missed The Office and Lost. I learned to rely on NPR for my news and entertainment. Many evenings, I would be sitting in my car to finish listening to certain programs. But certainly, I began to devour the written word like manna from heaven. For those of you who helped with recommendation, thank you. I, of poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-1164930364888717252006-11-30T15:45:00.000-08:002006-11-30T15:46:04.900-08:00Never have done one:: There's a first time for everything 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?Should I wash my hair today? Nah…2. How much cash do you have on you?$40 and a whole bunch of coins littering the bottom of my purse. 3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"?Fore!4. Favorite planet?Perelandra – Lovely Venus 5. Who is the 4th poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-1164744919485221732006-11-28T11:38:00.000-08:002006-11-28T12:16:02.016-08:00Relocation: Every Two Weeks and Counting...I made a bold and drastic decision partially foisted upon me by the lack of cash in my bank account. I took a job in Los Angeles. It was an offer too good to pass up. A big movie, union money and location.I now live in two cities. I have a room in LA and a flat in SF. It's not bicoastal so what do you call it? I'm part of North and South now. The plan ispoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-1141529605361824802006-03-04T19:19:00.000-08:002006-03-04T19:33:42.233-08:00Goals :: Score Board Lacking DirectionAfter taking alot of time off from my blog, I feel ready to write again. It's funny because I feel like I am back in the same spot or feeling I was when I started blogging. I am not really sure where my life is heading or where I want it to go. A few months ago I finished off a long stream of work. One of the jobs being the most satisfying work experience as poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-1055257462668762772003-06-10T08:04:00.000-07:002003-06-10T08:10:33.900-07:0024 Hour Dalai Lama :: Letting it go
It's early in the morning and I'm already here at work. I might as well be if I'm awake. It's calming to be here before the crew gets in. I get a few minutes to myself so I can make believe I am actually accomplishing something on a daily basis.
I try to look at our calander of the Dalai Lama in times of need. I sorta hope that his easy smile will pull me outpoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-948379682003-05-24T13:43:00.000-07:002003-05-24T13:43:27.390-07:00Disappearing :: A View to Dye For
Working. Yes, I'm working. When I am working, I tend to fade away and move in the shadows of normality. I become a ghost of my former self. I disappear. This particular time I have reappeared on the sixth floor in a corner office. The view from here is a panaramic marvel. A perfect translight. It's all a huge cover up though. The retribution exacted from us on apoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-923118082003-04-09T13:12:00.000-07:002003-04-09T13:12:52.936-07:00Spring in the Air :: It must be clean
Spring Cleaning has hit me hard today. I'm taking a break from it at the moment. I think I've taken everything out of my drawers today, gone thru them meticuously, and now I'm faced with putting it all back! My family had a long line of packrats. I constantly strive to break that tie. None of that let the circle be unbroken chant for me. It's gotta stop or poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-918652052003-04-02T12:39:00.000-08:002003-04-09T13:04:02.000-07:00Swing with Me :: Is it worth the cover?
I went out dancing last night at the Broadway. It's been a few months since I've been there. I could barely keep the beat at the beginning of the night. But midway though the evening, I was back in the swing of things. I realized how much I still enjoy dancing. I know I shouldn't give it up just because I'm doing something new. Although skating is cheaper poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-915808892003-03-28T18:30:00.000-08:002003-03-28T18:30:48.920-08:00Sun and Ice :: Strange Partners
Beautiful day here in San Francisco today. Absolutely gorgeous weather. It was just like summer. It felt really strange getting dressed for the rink today. Preparing for the ice is blasphemous when there's so much warm sunshine outdoors. What's more :: It feels really odd to be so hot inside the rink. The rink is surrounded by windows which the sun's rays pouredpoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-915154332003-03-27T17:29:00.000-08:002003-03-27T17:29:33.653-08:00Taking Action :: Putting your money where your mouth is...
Rather than sit on my fanny and commiserate about the war, get raging drunk, or get a tattoo I decided to find something more constructive to do. I wanted to be able to show my support for the troops in some way. I figure there's gotta be something positive to do out there. And there is of course.
Ways you can show support for our poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-913717672003-03-25T14:25:00.000-08:002003-03-25T14:25:37.090-08:00Awake, Awake, Awake :: Mind, Body, Soul
I'm home. I'm awake. Well, I'm barely awake. I feel like I'm operating inside a fog today. I slept all day yesterday. I did manage to wake up and go to my lesson. Thank goodness. Now, there's so much to do at home. I have no energy to do it. Even after three cups of coffee. I think my body is in shock from having gotten sleep. I slept all day yesterday.
poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-906997962003-03-14T01:02:00.000-08:002003-03-14T01:02:34.216-08:00Les Miz :: Trading Life for a Paycheck
Working.... I'm working. That's all I'm doing. I don't even get to look out the window anymore. That's the truth. Unless the windshield of my car counts on the way to work. I'm trapped in a theater being forced to endure the same show night after night after night. Do I dare hope it will still be my favorite show after all of this???? And, I'm sorry Todd -poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-901266232003-03-04T11:17:00.000-08:002003-03-04T11:19:16.000-08:00Window-Sitting :: Curtains, Commitment, & Purgatory
Another gorgeous day in Dogpatch. I'm sitting in my window soaking up the sunbeams and sipping coffee. I think it would be an ideal morning if not for the fact the plumber is here for the second time. Nevermind that, it's still beautiful. My last day of freedom - I have to make the most of it. Make it last. Make it right today.
I love sittingpoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-899761342003-03-01T17:14:00.000-08:002003-03-01T17:14:40.983-08:00From Ice to Ice :: Jack and Coke on Ice that is
I spent all week at the rink. Finding out that I would be back working in San Jose in March motivated me to really get back onto my skates. I'll be working on Les Miz and I'm assured there will be little or no time for myself. Apparently the schedule on that show is grueling. That and the daily commute show exhaust me sufficiently. My only worry ispoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-897434262003-02-25T16:31:00.000-08:002003-02-25T16:31:38.233-08:00Back to the Ice :: Alpha to Beta
Yesterday was the first day back on the ice. It went extremely well. I got right on and did the mohawk directly. Figure I must get the move out of the way so I can skate confidently. Yea me! I did take it easier than usual. I did things a little more methodically. But I still really got into my backwards crossovers. Both sides now! I wore my splint under my poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-896624532003-02-24T12:20:00.000-08:002003-02-24T12:20:30.030-08:00Triple Threat :: Punch, Drive, Wipe
Today, I finally got to take the splint off. I've been pining to do just that all week. The huge swelling in the middle of my hand is no longer there. Hurray! In exchange, my hand and wrist are just jaundice yellow. That's very attractive. As for pain, it is still there. It's just not a 10 anymore. I can handle that.
Things I can do now:
1 - I can make a poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-894506502003-02-20T11:56:00.000-08:002003-02-24T11:27:12.000-08:00Well, I have been put out of commission. It's both a fortunate and unfortunate thing.
I'm Lucky that:
1 - It happened the day after I finished at the ballet
2 - It's probably not broken
3 - It's my wrist and not a leg
4 - I get to learn to be left handed
5 - I'm pretty damn resilent
6 - and wiping your ass with your left hand is an acquirable skill
The Unlucky Part is:
1 - I can't skate for poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-881880982003-01-28T17:33:00.000-08:002003-01-28T17:33:35.386-08:00ADD, OCD, ABC :: Obsessive Compulsive Alphabet
We had our lesson yesterday and I moved up a class. Yea! And if we get our forward cross-overs down then we can move up another. Taking a break from skating today. I skated around 5 hours yesterday. Instead, I'm getting ready to go see Chicago tonight with Jen with a planned stop by Broadway for some dancing afterwards.
Broadway will be a little poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-879301992003-01-23T17:38:00.000-08:002003-01-23T17:38:27.920-08:00Skating on the Brain :: What a Feeling!
I'm tired and beat in such a good way when I compare it to my usual tired. That is the tired from being under stress and pressure all day standing around on set for hours upon hours. Not such a good feeling to bring home with you. This one is great. Yes, I'm sore in places I never knew existed but its because I'm doing something I want to do. I can't poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-878515912003-01-22T10:14:00.000-08:002003-01-22T10:14:07.503-08:00New Skates :: Positively Falling
I've been skating like a maniac these past couple weeks. So much so that when I don't skate, I don't sleep as well. This part sucks, the part where my body is used to consistent excercise. I will probably have to always excercise.This part rocks, the part where my body is used to consistent excercise. I love skating.
I love the challenge. I love making goals poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-875472392003-01-16T11:21:00.000-08:002003-01-16T11:21:27.990-08:00Ticket to Ride :: Muni Under Fire
Aprille booked her tickets yesterday. She's really coming to SF now. Problem is that she's coming for a limited amount of time and there is a horde of people who are goign to want a chunk of that time. I wonder how much of it I will get to spend with them? I suggested that we take Taylor skiing for her birthday. If we decide to do that, we can visit Grandma on poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-872842232003-01-11T17:11:00.000-08:002003-01-11T17:11:50.000-08:00Surprise :: Sister, Skating, Date
I was hit with the uncontrolable urge to clean yesterday. My roommates had to convince me to stop it was so bad. Now, I only wish I could motivate myself like that all time. It started with the decision to clean the tub and spread like a virus through the house. I hit the living room, kitchen, and the laundry room with abandon. Now, who the hell cleans the poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-871953182003-01-09T18:04:00.000-08:002003-01-09T18:04:51.843-08:00Day ? :: I lost count I must be relaxing
I got my apprenticeship papers in the mail today! Wow, I can hardly believe it. On my way finally to a card. How many years I've wanted my card. How many years I've thought of this moment. Geez, I feel all cheesy and movie moment like. Watch I'll start spouting corny cliches soon like pinch me, I'm dreaming.
Step one. Balancing on one foot.poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-864262202002-12-22T23:07:00.000-08:002002-12-22T23:09:18.000-08:00Day Three :: Onward Motion and a Question of Prozac
Yesterday, the misery of missing my sister and the kids settled upon me. I hadn't heard from her for days. Of course, started thinking about the hols and burst into tears. Which considering all, is pretty strange and confusing in itself. Thanksgiving came and went. I stayed home unaffected by it all. Me, TV, and a microwave burrito was poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-863014862002-12-19T19:40:00.000-08:002002-12-19T19:40:38.540-08:00BGP :: Holidays put to Bad Music
Not much going on today. I planned to go to the movies today. Sorta felt like a good first day off rainy type activity. I ended up going over to the Fillmore to help Jen decorate for her Christmas Party. It was a bit like what Tim's parties would be like if he had a bigger venue, more help, and more money.
The time spent there was more than amusing. It felt poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-862596032002-12-18T23:06:00.000-08:002002-12-18T23:07:17.000-08:00Save Something :: The Way Back
Today, the last day. A few minor things to clear up and officially I'm done. I spent this morning in Steward's Report Hell.
Note to self: Never get that sick again on a job. Update Steward's Reports daily!
I did get them done and turned into the Hall before 2 PM which was pretty good timing considering I had the entire show's worth to do in a couple hours. I poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-856621882002-12-07T18:42:00.000-08:002002-12-07T18:42:47.216-08:00Melded Issues :: Time to get up off the Floor
If I wasn't so tired all the time. I'd really have some great things to post here. This last month or so has been a whirlwind. I don't think I ever stopped working except when I was forced to go to sleep. Geez, I wish there were either more hours in a day or I had a better body. Since I am not getting either, I have to do the best with what I've got.poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-830001012002-10-14T21:58:00.000-07:002002-10-14T22:25:48.000-07:00Peace :: Past and Present
So freaking tired. How can a day off exhaust one so? Didn't do much. I went out for lunch and saw a movie with a friend. We really freaked ourselves out by talking about the anticipation of War. I got so upset thinking about chemical weapons I was sick for a little while there. We both agreed that there was a general sense of helplessness when it came to living here in poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-829133152002-10-13T00:11:00.000-07:002002-10-13T00:12:43.000-07:00Happiness is Swag :: Size XL
My mantra as of late is LA Sucks. Anything to do with Hollywood, movies, and the industry gets my panties in a serious bunch. A $1,200 mobile phone bill will do that everytime. Seriously hurts when they are that far up your ass crack...
Today, instead of the proof positive bill I recieved yesterday via USPS, I got reaffirmation that all people do not suck. A littlepoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-828621722002-10-11T15:52:00.000-07:002002-10-11T15:52:13.220-07:00Ordinary Problems :: Extraordinary Times
Ok, enough. I've been sitting on the pity pot for a week now. I'm having as a co-worker put it yesterday a cathartic time in life. I responded, "Yea, alot of people are having cathartic problems. I know I'm not the only one." He put into plain words. "We all have ordinary problems..."
Today's headlines put that into clearer focus than anything:
"BUSH poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-827297332002-10-09T00:11:00.000-07:002002-10-09T00:11:28.703-07:00My Favorite Blend :: Sanity in a Cup
All I ask for is one piece of normalcy. I have to have one sane thing in my life and that's coffee. What else would it be? There are no sane people. I have to put all my hopes in coffee. It wakes me up, gets me through the day, and keeps me company when I read the paper. It's like a mom and a good friend all poured into one cuppa joe.
Wait... Couldn't I say poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-826977692002-10-08T10:54:00.000-07:002002-10-08T23:56:29.000-07:00Checkpoint 30 :: What does my forehead read?
Every year around my birthday I do an inventory. Sort of a mental inventory of where am I now, where am I going, am I being the person I want to be kinda psychological hoopla. This year, all the fucking drama in my life is keeping me from taking tabs on life. It's a definite distraction from living.
Three things I know already. I'm not readjusting poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-826478772002-10-07T11:39:00.000-07:002002-10-07T16:20:32.000-07:00Being the Movie :: Trust, Trauma, and Turning Thirty
I think about this blog sometimes and wonder am I really taking this on the way I want to. This year has been a shit year. Yes, I think I can agree I am being honest with myself there. Yes, I have left this in disuse and neglect due to the intense trauma I have going thru in my personal and professional life. But then, how do you really poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-786389802002-07-06T22:06:00.000-07:002002-07-06T22:06:35.716-07:00She Used to Know :: Admitting and Omitting Failure
She used to know who she was.
Sometimes she used to think she knew who she was.
And sometimes she used to dream of what she might be when she could still plan who she would become.
But now, when would she know?
The other night I laughed and my roommate asked just what was I on?
I answered "I finally gave up."
I finally gave up thinking I poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-786378722002-07-06T21:28:00.000-07:002002-07-06T21:30:10.000-07:00New Day :: New Path
The path was a twisty, crooked, overgrown, shrinking road. Broken branches lie underfoot crackling softly beneath the weight of my feet. Green leaves wet with a light summer rain brush across my shoulders. A small stream idles ahead dammed with dead twigs placed there by adventurous boys. Gnarly trees reach down to tickle my lithe form.
Along the path I find a mug. A blue poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-785790252002-07-05T00:34:00.000-07:002002-07-05T00:34:26.440-07:00Navigating San Francisco :: A Map of My Heart
Seems to me standing amidst the one way streets and no left turn signs, I can pinpoint the beginning and end of everyone of my relationships since I started life in this place commonly referred to as the city. When I think of a neighborhood, a face comes to mind. In fact, if it weren't for dating I believe I'd be eternally lost driving the wrong way poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-785365192002-07-03T21:16:00.000-07:002002-07-05T21:05:43.000-07:00Things that Suck :: My Pillow Book
Life Sucks
People Suck
I don't Suck
It Sucks
Apple Sucks
VW Sucks - even if it is a "Passat"
Driving Sucks
Walking Sucks
Pepsi Twist Sucks - whatever happened to old Coke?
Yellow Sucks
Orange sometimes Sucks
People who leave the toliet paper rolls off Suck except me because I have legitimate excuses
Cold Sucks
Hot Sucks
People who don't fuck off when you poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-785354872002-07-03T20:47:00.000-07:002002-07-04T23:59:01.000-07:00It's not Starving - It's Food Conservation :: The New New Diet
It's not eating. It's not dieting. And most definitely never called starving. It's the New New Diet. I call it Food Conservation.
Food Conservation is the neo-cult of non-eating. I figure it's going to be a huge thing. It's hip. It's politically correct. And what's more, it's easily accessible to the masses. Food Conservation will poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-784831342002-07-02T16:17:00.000-07:002002-07-05T00:00:08.000-07:00You May Call Me Satan :: A Letter to My Detractors
So…I have decided you may call me Satan. After some consideration on my part, a change may be in order. I’ve actually found it’s not the worst thing anyone could call me. Albeit, not too original. Myself, I feel it’s far too mundane. Personally, I favor Moloch. There’s such a dark, sinister, and dirty feel to the word. I can just smell the sin poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-784739262002-07-02T12:09:00.000-07:002002-10-09T00:00:08.000-07:00God Hates Me :: And a myriad of excuses for not sitting down and writing a resume
Why must I hate it so? Some say it's my nature. I am the leisure class, and no matter what I cannot change my nature. But perhaps I can change my class. After all, I'm not Hindu. Vishnu hates me. He got Buddha to stop talking to me too. And we were so close to having tea! Nevermind Zeus won't take my calls. Friendspoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-757181982002-04-22T23:15:00.000-07:002002-04-22T23:15:19.140-07:00Yoga and Planetary Alignment
Couldn't sleep last night. I don't understand why not. I was tired as hell when I went to lie down. All I did was toss and turn and turn and toss the night away. Some great use I got out of those hours. I suppose I could have used them in a more efficient way.
Coleen mentioned today that it might be something to do with the alignment of the planets that is happeningpoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-755371642002-04-17T23:03:00.000-07:002002-04-17T23:08:56.000-07:00Reset The Clock Quick!
Just got home from a wonderful visit with friends. Tired as hell but a good kind of tired. The job at the ballet definitely reset my internal time clock. Getting up at 5 a.m. everyday will do that to a girl I guess. I really should write something about that job but I'll leave that for another day. Too sleepy to address that subject now!
Back to the visit...
I went over poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750912362002-04-05T16:34:00.001-08:002002-04-05T16:55:33.000-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
Change, Choice, and Back Again :: Thursday, January 3rd, 2002
It's funny how most things never really change. It seems as though life is a series of cycles. And the things that plague you most are the problems that keep returning to poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750912282002-04-05T16:34:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:34:14.270-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
Too busy to write...too depressed to write...too much to write :: Friday, December 14th, 2001
So many things that keep you busy during the holiday season. So many excuses to keep you from doing the usual things you do. You know the poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750912152002-04-05T16:33:00.001-08:002002-04-05T16:33:36.096-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
My family has secrets... :: Thursday, November 8th, 2001
Families, secrets...we all have them. We don't like them. We don't pick them. We don't eat dinner with them on a regular basis. Some of them we keep in the closet. Some of them poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750911942002-04-05T16:33:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:33:02.393-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
Crossing To The Other Side :: Thursday. November 8th, 2001
Traffic now seems to be a thing of the past here in the Bay Area. No, don't chastise me yet. What I'm referring to is the traffic on the Bay Bridge. It's practically poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750911522002-04-05T16:31:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:31:30.250-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
It's Over My Head :: Wednesday, November 7th, 2001
Even as I sit here in bed fully dressed, I ponder whether or not to brave the chilly air in the staircase tonight. For one reason, I hate cold. No, I really really hate the cold. And poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750911022002-04-05T16:29:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:29:43.233-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
So I own more of the Car than I thought I did :: Tuesday, November 6th, 2001
I hate calling Volkswagen. I really detest it almost as much as my new cell phone but that's a whole different story. I know that the automated voice I'm poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750910562002-04-05T16:28:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:28:02.280-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
From Depression to Denial :: Tuesday, November 6th, 2001
Ugh..I promised myself and my father I would actually open my bills this month. I warned him of the danger of knowledge. Remember the tree, Dad? Isn't that how this whole poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750910102002-04-05T16:26:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:26:17.030-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
The Fight :: Monday, November 5th, 2001
I found myself remembering myself as a child tonight. I guess that comes from visiting my Dad and my Stepmother this weekend. They communicate so much differently than my Mother and my Dad did. poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750909522002-04-05T16:24:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:24:18.060-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off
Alive :: Sunday, November 4th, 2001
I want to face the world
And tell them I'm here
I'm living and I'm all right
I want to stare them down
Even with the tears
Still in my eyes
I'll show them that I can fight
Despite the fears
Rushing poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750908832002-04-05T16:21:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:40:37.000-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
Burning of the Mauseoleum-Burning Man Memories :: Sunday, November 4th, 2001
The burning of the mausoleum the next night was the spiritual experience that became the highlight of the trip and changed us all before we left. All I know poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-750908152002-04-05T16:19:00.000-08:002002-04-05T16:22:56.000-08:00There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.
I need to start this fucking thing :: Sunday, November 4th, 2001
So I found myself needing a place to express myself ... a place to place my thoughts and emotions so I can disect them and find some meaning in the chaos of what I term poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-87071182002-01-15T00:07:00.000-08:002002-04-05T15:12:11.000-08:00Over The Bridge and UpValley
Sunday - To Grandmother's house I go...
Yes, I promised my Grandmother a visit on a Sunday morning after a Saturday night out. So Sunday morning, I was up early and without coffee I braved the freeway and crossed over to the other side. Of the bridge, that is. This would be my first actual, real, sanctioned visit since she's moved to Yountville. Although I couldn't poor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231147.post-85334922002-01-08T23:41:00.000-08:002002-04-05T15:37:51.000-08:00My New Cell Phone
So it's a trite thing...a shallow thing...it's a cell phone after all. Just a few years ago how many of us really knew how important these little things would be to us now? Ok, they weren't really little then but they seem to be getting smaller now.
And it's my cell phone. My link to the world. My freedom to be anywhere at anytime. And sometime two years ago, a great place topoor clarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14927083515564127238noreply@blogger.com0