wasn't crushed all the way down
wake up early, go to union square greenmarket. buy radishes, yellow tomatoes, maple yogurt, then down broadway and left on astor to k-mart to buy a soccer ball and dumbbells.
"hey, i'm not mad at you, honeypie."
- cybill shepard, texasville
i like to think that i'm not much of a linkwhore, but i do think you should peep kartoo.com for a way different take on the search engine. thank you to whoever it was that made it appear in my referrer logs.
posted July 27, 2002 in crap, delivery, film, sexplank position
we were in plank position, then pivoted onto our right side, so the left arm and outside of the left foot are holding us up. the right arm is pointed straight up to the ceiling, and the right foot is resting on top of the floorbound one. it's one of the more excruciating poses of the class. the sun was setting over the hudson, in the window to our left. as we held the pose and kept breathing through our noses, tania walked around and started telling us about a fancy wedding she attended over the weekend. the rabbi said to the couple, you may think this is the happiest day of your life, but today is not perfect. "i really liked that, that he acknowledged the full reality of that day." she acknowledged both the openness and difficulty of the pose, then had us switch onto the other side. now i could see the sun was setting behind a cloud, and there was enough contrast outside that you could make out rays of sunlight coming from behind the cloud. i remember sunlight like that when i was in middle school and walked down the hill behind my house to school in the mornings. and it also kinda reminded me of the bright blue bug light in our backyard that i could see from our upstairs bathroom.
posted July 22, 2002 in deliverypumpkin
mtv2 hiphop: missy elliott sounds off on the promise of a guy with size-12 feet, clipse rhymes about dealing. martha's kitchen's theme today is garlic. the new christina ricci movie is a disaster only redeemed by dominique swain, who i always confuse with scarlett johansson. when i get home and dive in the shower because it's inhumanly hot and humid outside, i feel steam coming off me when the colder water hits.
bum around at home until early afternoon, then go to the gym. crunch crunch crunch, pedal pedal pedal, back home to cook things for sunday's sex and the city premiere.
posted July 20, 2002 in crap, delivery, film, musicbowing
on the tube is kurt masur's farewell concert with the new york philharmonic. they're playing bolero, which i remember not liking the first time i heard but having it grow on me. i love in the beginning when the violinists are pizzicato-ing with the violins in their laps, like they're playing banjos.
seeing an orchestra perform reminds me of some of the non-aural pleasures of classical music. i don't mean the white tuxedos, but like the beauty of bowing, that they're all moving together like grain blowing in a field.
posted July 18, 2002 in delivery, musicfiending
did any of you ever play gauntlet at the video arcade?
posted July 15, 2002 in crap, deliverytough
just after midnight (can't get to sleep again)
went to the gym for the first time in forever today. i'll be sore tomorrow but that's the way it's gotta be. it's a tough faggoty world out there, right? and i gotta be strong to get back in it.
posted July 14, 2002 in deliveryboho skank
the
is closing because they lost their lease. it's the end of an era in boho/thrift store/skanky/vintage/fashion victim style.
posted July 14, 2002 in deliveryhazy, miserable time
noon
i wash my coffee mug and then put the same stuff right back in it.
"high fidelity is less a story with a real plot than a snapshot of that hazy, miserable time just after a breakup, when things are horrible, when you realize that everything about you needs to be reassessed"
posted July 13, 2002 in delivery, filmwhere's your head at?
"i could never be an artist. i have very little tragedy in my life."
- girl
work is melting me down so much that i couldn't get to sleep tonight. i can't figure out whether the windows should be open or closed. so now i'm sitting at my computer typing grievances to my work email so that i can be composed and articulate at my six-month review while i listen to basement jaxx where's your head at and it turns out there is a pop till you drop album (thanks don) and flake, which was playing on mtv when i woke up this morning and when i turned on the tube when i got home from work tonight.
posted July 11, 2002 in crap, delivery, film, musici used to like it fluffy/pop till you drop
it feels cooler to wait for the barber when he lets you wait in one of the barber seats instead of the regular chairs. i wait and mind my own business while seeing the guy getting his hair cut in my peripheral vision. the yoga instructor whose class i've attended twice now told us that looking out of your peripheral vision is a soft gaze that allows you to take in the greatest amount of light. the guy is pointing to his head and saying over and over, "i used to like it fluffy."
were there ever songs written called "drop till you pop" or "pop till you drop" or am i imagining them in my head?
posted July 10, 2002 in delivery, musicwork gets the best of me
what's there to write about? get up, commute, work, cab home, vegetate. work gets the best of me in more ways than one.
is there a new site to use to download mp3s?
posted July 09, 2002 in delivery, musicemail withdrawal
the whole time i was gone i didn't even see a computer, which is not as stressful as it used to be when i was full of company kool aid and felt that i needed to respond to office emails even while stoned in playa del carmen over new year's. that dante woo is deadlong gone.
what this means is that now i'm back going through emails and sites and my hands keep getting shifted over and i don't notice until i try to delete and hit "=" instead—like when my brother was taking piano lessons when he was eight and one hand would shift over by a key and he wouldn't notice his atonal exercises.
did i miss anything in nyc last week?
posted July 06, 2002 in delivery