cute skater dudes + bomb soundtrack + turnstile-jumping + forties + BROADWAY JUNCTION (what up) + 1-800-COP-SHOT + shitting on the MTA in general = most excellent. i have been thinking about this video a lot because i've been utilizing broadway junction quite a bit lately. it saved my ass during the shuttle bus debacle (and most likely in future shuttle bus debacles), it can take you to the beach or the shittier parts of bushwick where your friends live, there is always a dude selling churros, AND you get to ride that huge badass escalator that makes you feel like it's taking you to heaven and hell at the same time. out of all the subway stations i've visited, broadway junction is always the most entertaining. it's a JUNCTION, which means that everybody is busy; if you are hungry you may buy yourself a stale, sugary treat; and there are stained glass windows to look at and to look out of while you space out as you go up or down those many stairs. it is far out and thus it seems dangerous, but then again there are people on their way to the beach so it must not be that bad. i like it there. i like it when i need to go there to get going.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
words
left my phone off at work and didn't check a single social networking site all day. a girl asked me for the exhibition catalogue for talk to me, which is now at the MoMA. it made me think of how my phone was off and how i hate facebook right now. these things keep talking to me and i keep talking to them and they pass the word along, and though it's convenient and nice it can also be dreadful, as it is with everything i suppose. sometimes i feel like having a phone is like dragging a ball and chain. leave me alone, stop talking to me! only please, please talk to me. it hurts when you tell me nobody has called.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
the makings of a terrible weekend
no L train and the same old shit. i'm angry and need to be sedated. tea won't do it and neither will beer. i'm overreacting, but it's terrible to feel this way, just like when i was young and trapped inside on a saturday night when all i wanted to do was go to the movies. i knew that if i just tried to move on and think about something else and read a book or work on some writing or artwork then i would forget all about it, but a lot of the time i would just lie on my bed and fume for hours. eventually i would pick up a magazine, and then some scissors, and then i would make little surrealist collages because it was fun and we were learning about surrealism in art class. i cut out pictures of girls and put them on top of waves, inside of flowers, and other places where you wouldn't ever think to look for girls.
Monday, September 5, 2011
dreams are boring
last night i had some ambitious reading plans, and to be sure i had already accomplished a lot during the day. despite gulping down three cups of tea, i sunk down into my bed and my eyes began to feel heavy. i decided to put my book down and take a power nap even though it was almost one in the morning. i set the alarm for a half hour later, then another half hour later, and then i gave up and fell asleep. i had a really awful dream. i dreamt that my head and my foot were both injured at work and that they would never be quite right again. i woke up at the sound of andrea coming home, and instead of getting up to brush my teeth and change over my laundry i turned out the light and fell asleep again. it doesn't sound terrifying now, but at the time i was so upset that i couldn't bring myself to finish the things one is supposed to do before retiring. i had another bad dream after that. i was being pursued by the undead and decided to flee by horseback. i am assuming that this scenario arose due to the fact that i had been thinking about horseback riding earlier in the day. i was thinking about whether or not i'd still be able to remember how to saddle a horse after so many years of not riding. well, in my dream i didn't remember, and i was pulling out all of these leather straps that i didn't know what to do with. just before i woke up i think i was contemplating riding away at full speed without a saddle.
writing about dreams isn't interesting because nobody really cares to read about what anybody else dreams. self indulgence! oh well, it is labor day and i am feeling lazy. at least i am actually cooking something? egg salad: i hope i don't fuck it up.
writing about dreams isn't interesting because nobody really cares to read about what anybody else dreams. self indulgence! oh well, it is labor day and i am feeling lazy. at least i am actually cooking something? egg salad: i hope i don't fuck it up.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
g.t.f.o.
totally done with summer. terrible work week. am about to get into the shower and then tramp around all over town.
i don't know how to write anymore. these half-sentences will do for now. i'm in the mood for a sulk.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
say whaaaaaat
WOW. IT HAS BEEN A YEAR. THE CORNY REFLECTIVE BLOG POST POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!
but seriously: a year is a very annoying amount of time. it isn't a very long time when all is said and done. it can feel long, but only if you are counting down the days until it ends. otherwise they just slip by and nobody notices until the year is almost over. to reflect on a year can feel a bit topical, but i do think it's necessary at times. when i came back here i don't think i had any conception of time, of what might happen, or of the possibility that a year would go by. well, now a year has passed and it feels like the fastest year of my life. if i could pick the cliche that best suits this scenario, i would say that "it's all been such a blur."
things feel as though they might be settling down a little. i like to think of the past year being akin to juggling many things: sharp objects, oblong pillows, liquids, morsels of food. this year will be like unfolding a nice, thick piece of watercolor paper and spreading it flat with shopworn hands. i think i will go work on a collage now.
tonight is movie night at KGB. they are screening beverly hills cop as per chris's request as it is his day of birth. i love it here. there is always something to do and there is always somebody to see.
in other news, andrea has caused me to become hooked on purple rain and this song is my jam (even though it's "take me with U" as opposed to "take me with YOU"- dumbass):
aaaah! i am sweet on somebody and i can't listen to anything else. i may delete this last part of this post at some point in the future.
OKAY BYE
Sunday, August 7, 2011
the 'hood
i like this song because it reminds me of wilson avenue which is on a cul de sac. i think this will be my new theme song for getting on and off the train.
i love it here. i want to stay in this apartment for as long as i can.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
one more thing
last summer i really wanted to buy revlon nail polish in the shade of "gray suede." that color was so hot at the moment. i was in the middle of nowhere. i couldn't drive. i still can't, but that's beside the point. i made dustin drive me to all the drugstores on paseo del pueblo to find it. i felt like a fool, but i needed it so badly for some reason. dustin left in the middle of july. when i went with my mom to wal-mart a few weeks later, i finally found gray suede. it looked good, but there was nobody around to tell me so.
haunted house
i just checked my old sarah lawrence email account. it's all junk mail. nobody is trying to reach me at that address, just as i knew it would be. i still receive emails from the barack obama (via the updates i signed up for during the 2008 election), the office of career counseling, and ralph's grocery store in los angeles, california. all of these inconsequential notes are like tiny little ghosts. together they make a shrine for the life i left behind when i set up my new email account. it sounds stupid. but i'm gone from that place, i'm in the world, and rteeley@gm.slc.edu is dead. it's like a grave. the junk mail constitutes the flowers.
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