Theory:
Women with more confidence in their bodies are more likely to date a man who is shorter than 5'8.
Men with more confidence in their height will still date 18 year olds.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Bad Breath Kisses
Bad breath kisses
Are often dismissed
First thing in the morning
A sorry to do
When all that is meant
Is dear “I love you
Even when you’re puffy
And crusty from passing out
After a long night of pool
And beers”
Saturday, May 09, 2009
In Public
When people talk
and you want to know
just who are they
to say those things
so loudly, what in them
is so bold?
six beers each, at noon I think.
and you want to know
just who are they
to say those things
so loudly, what in them
is so bold?
six beers each, at noon I think.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Maya Angelou
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough
money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
something
perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD
HAVE .
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a past juicy
enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her
old age....
WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
one friend who
always makes her laugh.. and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a good piece
of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her
family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
eight
matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for
a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a feeling of
control over her destiny..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD
KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit
a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend
without;
ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN
SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK
AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her
childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she
would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
how to live
alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY
WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to
go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or a
charming Inn in the woods....
when her soul needs
soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
changes
When you finally unlock one of life's mysteries after going your whole life trying to figure it out, you think when you wake up the next morning everything will be different. Surely everyone will see what is different in you, in the world as a whole.
You've figured it out! You have the answer!
What actually happens can only be a something of a let down. After such a high you realize they'll only know when they experience it themselves, if they do. And they don't know how much you know what you know. At least not for a while, till your rich or really obviously happier than everyone or something.
So just settle in, just write down what you've done and look at that every few weeks to remember. The human mind has a way of forgetting.
You've figured it out! You have the answer!
What actually happens can only be a something of a let down. After such a high you realize they'll only know when they experience it themselves, if they do. And they don't know how much you know what you know. At least not for a while, till your rich or really obviously happier than everyone or something.
So just settle in, just write down what you've done and look at that every few weeks to remember. The human mind has a way of forgetting.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Mustachio Madness
Last Friday I went the the Monotonixs show and got clocked in the face and the singer fell on me several times and many people poured beer all over each others hair and faces and necks and we sweatsweatsweat and screamed, sang and laughed and the band and the crowd were in a frenzy from the first beat of the drum.
When you look at their myspace you'll first notice that the music is fun, it's upbeat anarchist smash rock that you can enjoy in the comfort of your own home. But why the hell would you listen to it at home when there's a concert just down the street.
Look at the pictures. Hairy, skinny mostly naked Israeli men with long full-bodied hair. One is hanging from the rafters with a microphone at his bare ass. The crowd below is screaming with smiling faces.
One is a drummer sitting on his drum kit and playing while crowd surfing. Later the drum kit is set on fire, while still being played.
Look at the videos, Austin October 2008 at The Mohawk. I see my friend Devon in the front, punching the drums. I see the band carrying the whole thing out to the street and still sounding awesome as hell! At the last show I managed to catch sight of Devon climbing a tree with the singer and them holding each other, thrashing around wilding and singing. That was before the fist came and caught me in the nose, knocking off my glasses. It was after my room mate mistakenly slapped his friend in the frenzy after getting kicked in the back by someone else. All in joy, in crazy fun for the sake of being alive.
That's a Monotonixs show.
They'll be in Austin for SXSW, I can't recommend it enough.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Me: Walking down the street
Guy in Truck: Grinning, no sign of front teeth. "Damn girl why don't you hop in here with me?"
Me: Scowling. "Piss off."
Guy in Truck: Laughs, drives on.
What should have happened
Me: Walking down the street
Guy in Truck: Grinning, no sign of front teeth. "Damn girl why don't you hop in here with me?"
Me: Picks up rock, throws it. "How you like a rock in your window, ass?"
Guy in Truck: Visibly upset about the rock through his window
Indian Summer
Indian Summer - Dorothy Parker
==================
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
==================
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
Monday, February 02, 2009
Tuberculosis
What oh, what have I been up to lately? Aside from barely working, changing bike tubes and reading internet comics I have also been taking a drawing class once a week.
During my last class the project was self portraiture. The lighting wasn't great and I looked and felt tired. But a project is and so I did it.
The result is a fairly exact replica. I had noticed that I'd drawn myself kind of intensely but it's hard to draw a facial expression from a mirror so when I showed my friend and she began laughing I was confused. Apparently it's the look I give when I want a person or peoples to leave now. It was the look I had at 4AM after our 300+ Michael Jackson party and the only people left were strangers...it was the look I had when I'd been spending an entire weekend with a friend and had run out of things to do that took two people and it's the look you'll get if you interrupt me while I'm reading The Watchmen.
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"and I listened to that song so many times before I realized...he's not singing about a girl, he's singing about Tuberculosis"
During my last class the project was self portraiture. The lighting wasn't great and I looked and felt tired. But a project is and so I did it.
The result is a fairly exact replica. I had noticed that I'd drawn myself kind of intensely but it's hard to draw a facial expression from a mirror so when I showed my friend and she began laughing I was confused. Apparently it's the look I give when I want a person or peoples to leave now. It was the look I had at 4AM after our 300+ Michael Jackson party and the only people left were strangers...it was the look I had when I'd been spending an entire weekend with a friend and had run out of things to do that took two people and it's the look you'll get if you interrupt me while I'm reading The Watchmen.
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"and I listened to that song so many times before I realized...he's not singing about a girl, he's singing about Tuberculosis"
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
My good friend Lydia sent me a link to this gallery of art pieces made with unusual materials as featured by Telegraph.co.uk
Pretty cool stuff
Pretty cool stuff
you get noogied
If you're out and about with someone and they call something which is considered bad "gay" is it appropriate to tell them you'll "noogie them till their brains bleed" if they say it again? Is that an overreaction? I feel like it isn't. Not totally...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Inauguration of President Barack Obama
These are 48 photos of Inauguration Day as seen around the world. Pretty amazing stuff.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Låt den rätte komma in
After watching "Let the Right One In" on Friday I found myself feeling rather tense this early morning as I cycled in the dark to work. I couldn't stop worrying there might be something hungry in the trees, readying to drop on me.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Nod to Lan for this interesting story:
EASTON, Pa. – A supermarket is defending itself for refusing to a write out 3-year-old Adolf Hitler Campbell's name on his birthday cake. Deborah Campbell, 25, of nearby Hunterdon County, N.J., said she phoned in her order last week to the Greenwich ShopRite. When she told the bakery department she wanted her son's name spelled out, she was told to talk to a supervisor, who denied the request.
Karen Meleta, a ShopRite spokeswoman, said the store denied similar requests from the Campbells the last two years, including a request for a swastika.
"We reserve the right not to print anything on the cake that we deem to be inappropriate," Meleta said. "We considered this inappropriate."
The Campbells ultimately got their cake decorated at a Wal-Mart in Pennsylvania, Deborah Campbell said Tuesday.
A Wal-Mart spokesman told The Associated Press on Wednesday that in light of the incident, the company would review its guidelines regarding cake decorations and other requests.
"It's clear that in serving this customer, some people were offended," spokesman Greg Rossiter said. "As a result, we're going to review our policies."
Heath Campbell said he named his son after Adolf Hitler because he liked the name and because "no one else in the world would have that name."
The Campbells' two other children are named JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, who turns 2 in a few months, and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell, who will be 1 in April.
Campbell said he was raised not to avoid people of other races but not to mix with them socially or romantically. But he said he would try to raise his children differently.
"Say he grows up and hangs out with black people. That's fine, I don't really care," he said. "That's his choice."
He said about 12 people attended the birthday party Sunday, including several children of mixed race.
Karen Meleta, a ShopRite spokeswoman, said the store denied similar requests from the Campbells the last two years, including a request for a swastika.
"We reserve the right not to print anything on the cake that we deem to be inappropriate," Meleta said. "We considered this inappropriate."
The Campbells ultimately got their cake decorated at a Wal-Mart in Pennsylvania, Deborah Campbell said Tuesday.
A Wal-Mart spokesman told The Associated Press on Wednesday that in light of the incident, the company would review its guidelines regarding cake decorations and other requests.
"It's clear that in serving this customer, some people were offended," spokesman Greg Rossiter said. "As a result, we're going to review our policies."
Heath Campbell said he named his son after Adolf Hitler because he liked the name and because "no one else in the world would have that name."
The Campbells' two other children are named JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, who turns 2 in a few months, and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell, who will be 1 in April.
Campbell said he was raised not to avoid people of other races but not to mix with them socially or romantically. But he said he would try to raise his children differently.
"Say he grows up and hangs out with black people. That's fine, I don't really care," he said. "That's his choice."
He said about 12 people attended the birthday party Sunday, including several children of mixed race.
Monday, December 22, 2008
The Kavorka
I was standing in a hot shower today, drinking a whiskey on ice, letting my mind wander. Inevitably I ended up thinking about sex. Hmmmmseeexxxx. I know that most people enjoy it, hell I've known that for years! What I'd only recently considered was in what way people enjoy it. Why do you enjoy it? What part is the draw? Is it the power you can have over another person? The intimacy? Can you only enjoy it with someone you love or, alternatively, with someone you hate, or don't even know?
I thought about why I like it. I've had a diverse sex life in some ways. I like to try new things but am not yet into anything particularly kinky, I'm attracted to a wide variety of people and their many qualities, shapes,sexes, colors and sizes. I can enjoy sex with someone I love nearly as much as someone I don't know so well, albiet very differently. I really appreciate all the different aspects and options that can be had. Quiet and loving, rough and crazy, in the dark or in a spotlight(hurrhurr). It's all with it's benefits.
But mostly I just love the texture of sex. I love skin and all the ways it can feel against my face or under my hands, how cold and clean in the winter. I like how it tastes on my tongue on a balmy night when all the windows are thrown open to tempt a breeze in.
The scent of said skin is also big. There's something about individual body scent and I don't mean perfumes or cologne. That rich, warm feeling you get in a quiet moment, when you bury your head in their neck, between nape and ear and you smell the life inside them, you can feel their heart against your chest and it's addicting.
I've always been pretty attracted to thick dark hair as well, I enjoyed Carlito's Way more because Al Pacino had such an amazing head of hair. You could lose your hand in it, it was so thick. I like having something to pull, something to tangle in my fist or smooth out with soft fingers.
I like the urgency, the connection, the deep soft kissing and the texture. I love the texture of it all.
Friday, December 12, 2008
On a bicycle at night
The strange beauty of life comes to me as I ride my bike, half drunk with the stars over and around me and the moon and the earth and I feel that intense love of being. It swells my heart and I pedal harder, faster to relieve the almost painful feeling. To feel it is one thing, what to do with it is something else.
Harder and faster, my breath deepens as I attempt a tall hill. I smile at this friend I love to hate, I welcome its challenge. When I'm done I coast for a while, feeling the crisp air cool my sweaty skin, calm my panting, ruffle my hair. The bike begins to slow and I don't try for the pedals, just let it be until at last we are at a crawl, the bike and I, and together we fall sideways onto a lawn in a tangle and I just lie there, feeling the prickling grass on my back and neck below me, feeling the glow of the moon on my closed eyelids.
"Are you alright?"
There is a youngish woman standing over me, she also has a bicycle.
"I saw you fall off your bike...do you need help?"
I smile and shake my head. She considers this, then looks up at the sky. Then back to me. Another moment and without a word she's set her bike down, she's laying next to me and we stay that way on the grass, just being.
This strange beauty of life.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Snow in Texas
Yesterday morning it was about 80 degrees and humid as all hell. I biked to work and arrived sweaty, pulling my jacket off down to the tanktop underneath. The rest of the day stayed that way, until around 4 when a gale came in with the cold and put our jackets back on our shoulders.
By 6 I was wondering if I would be able to ride my bike to meet a friend like I said I would, but they were coming from even further away and hadn't said anything about picking me up or cancelling, so out I went.
It wasn't so bad, until I left the bike lane on Guadalupe and the wind came head first over me, nearly stopping my bike completely and making me swerve into traffic.
I got off and walked some of the way, until I was out of the main tangle of traffic and then jumped back on and rode to Spider House.
3 hours later
It'd been raining and we'd waited it out for a while, but couldn't stay forever. I considered taking up residence at Spider House but for some reason my friend didn't think it made sense. We wiped down our seats and took off, ears freezing, backs soon pelted with hard rain, turning into sleet. We parted ways at 14th street, my friend insisting they would be ok to make it the rest of the 15-20 minutes home in this weather. As I said goodbye and turned down 14th street the wind became stronger and the sleet became hail, stinging, stinging, face tenderizing hail. I yelled and went faster. In times like these you have to put your head down and remember your one goal: get home.
6 minutes later I was there. 7 minutes later I was changed. 10 minutes later my friend called to say they'd made it in record time and were going to take a hot shower.
12 minutes later, cup of tea in hand, I hear my roommates exclaiming about the snow. I look out side and sure enough it's actual snow, big flakes in fact. The melt upon impact, the ground is not nearly cold enough to keep them, but look, it really is snowing in Austin!
By 6 I was wondering if I would be able to ride my bike to meet a friend like I said I would, but they were coming from even further away and hadn't said anything about picking me up or cancelling, so out I went.
It wasn't so bad, until I left the bike lane on Guadalupe and the wind came head first over me, nearly stopping my bike completely and making me swerve into traffic.
I got off and walked some of the way, until I was out of the main tangle of traffic and then jumped back on and rode to Spider House.
3 hours later
It'd been raining and we'd waited it out for a while, but couldn't stay forever. I considered taking up residence at Spider House but for some reason my friend didn't think it made sense. We wiped down our seats and took off, ears freezing, backs soon pelted with hard rain, turning into sleet. We parted ways at 14th street, my friend insisting they would be ok to make it the rest of the 15-20 minutes home in this weather. As I said goodbye and turned down 14th street the wind became stronger and the sleet became hail, stinging, stinging, face tenderizing hail. I yelled and went faster. In times like these you have to put your head down and remember your one goal: get home.
6 minutes later I was there. 7 minutes later I was changed. 10 minutes later my friend called to say they'd made it in record time and were going to take a hot shower.
12 minutes later, cup of tea in hand, I hear my roommates exclaiming about the snow. I look out side and sure enough it's actual snow, big flakes in fact. The melt upon impact, the ground is not nearly cold enough to keep them, but look, it really is snowing in Austin!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Hello Buddies!
I just joined the Hill Country Ride for AIDs. A few months ago I told Annie I wanted to sign up for it when registration opened. The other night she came in and reminded me, and though I was reluctant at this time, Annie did force me to do it anyway, and I thank her.
This means I'll start training for the race, which is in April, soon. I'll need teammates and I'll need sponsers.
If you live in Austin and you feel like getting fit on your bicycle for a good cause you can register at www.Hillcountryride.org
If you live anywhere at all and want to sponser me, my goal is 500 Dollars minimum. A dollar helps, 50 is even better :)
Here is my page: http://hcr.convio.net/site/TRC/HillCountryRideforAIDS/General?pg=peditor&fr_id=1080&px=1239741
I just joined the Hill Country Ride for AIDs. A few months ago I told Annie I wanted to sign up for it when registration opened. The other night she came in and reminded me, and though I was reluctant at this time, Annie did force me to do it anyway, and I thank her.
This means I'll start training for the race, which is in April, soon. I'll need teammates and I'll need sponsers.
If you live in Austin and you feel like getting fit on your bicycle for a good cause you can register at www.Hillcountryride.org
If you live anywhere at all and want to sponser me, my goal is 500 Dollars minimum. A dollar helps, 50 is even better :)
Here is my page: http://hcr.convio.net/site/TRC/HillCountryRideforAIDS/General?pg=peditor&fr_id=1080&px=1239741
Monday, November 17, 2008
I withdrew from my only class two weeks ago. The second I signed the yellow slip I felt better, lighter, happier. On my walk home I had 2 new ideas for an art project I'd failed to give enough focus to before.
It was a math class, a subject I've never been too successful with and at this stage struggle to care about. I want to take Art classes and computer classes to further my career interests, I want to take English and History for personal knowledge. But not math, not math at all.
Hm.
I recommend Lockpick Pornography by Joey Comeau, the whole thing has been put online and as usual, Joey Comeau has done a great job. If you haven't heard of him, check out www.Asofterworld. com for a gentle introduction before you voraciously seek out his other work.
It was a math class, a subject I've never been too successful with and at this stage struggle to care about. I want to take Art classes and computer classes to further my career interests, I want to take English and History for personal knowledge. But not math, not math at all.
Hm.
I recommend Lockpick Pornography by Joey Comeau, the whole thing has been put online and as usual, Joey Comeau has done a great job. If you haven't heard of him, check out www.Asofterworld. com for a gentle introduction before you voraciously seek out his other work.
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