symbols and symbols
We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges.
i was awakened by the earthquake this morning
My new favorite sentence, that. I’m stealing it for the next novel[la] I write.
Title and picture stolen from Natsumi Hayashi, my favorite photographer for the last however long.
unimpressed
Ralph Nader is unimpressed by Obama’s State of the Union. So am I.
These are awesome. CRAWW, a visual artist of the highest order.
unification station
All the world is one and we are all the world.
Despite all my cynicism and disgust with the politicality and corporatism of the world, I still believe in people.
I hope you do, too.
maelstrom
It’s how I feel. A maelstrom in my head, every day and in every way.
I’m depressed. Have been since I’ve been back, no doubt.
I burn.
There’s so little for me here. So bored all the time. With people. With this place. I’m restless, waiting for the next grandness. I can’t sit still. I can’t wait around and just let Time go.
A life worth living: all I want.
I think I may try to move to australia or new zealand.
celluloid living
Weirdly appropriate considering the day I had, all of it spent between frames, breathing in foreign dreams.
My whole life inside the movies and they never get old or boring.
I tried to watch a Chinese film I was looking forward to, but netflix only has it dubbed and the dub was terrible terrible terrible. I had to shut it off. Something about dubbing always makes it seem like the dubactors are mocking the people they’re speaking for. Makes it all unwatchable.
Another upallnight kind of existence. Vamping out, contemplating the future of the novel.
Should be writing so many things but I just wander around inside my skull, painting your face in the constellations of my eyes.
I miss you, Starchild.
caring for tomorrow
Pretty great documentary right there and it’s all streaming on youtube or netflix, whichever you choose to watch it on. It made me cry, watching how much these kids want to learn and how they’re defeated by a system designed to help adults but not children.
allnight dancetrash
I’m frustrated.
Finaly Fantasy XIII is rather disappointing. The battle system’s pretty great but the story’s pretty not. It’s a beautiful looking game and all that, but it’s lacking a lot of what makes Final Fantasy games so awesome. Though, too, this is my first time really playing a game in, like, eight years.
I bought a Playstation 3. Because I was bored. I have many things to write before I go to France.
But all I do is sit and sit and lie down.
But not sleep.
I miss my Lily.
the girl
Not a huge fan of tattoos, but I do love this one. She has a beautiful back as well.
I found a book of dreams and feel inside myself for days only to find traces and scratches of you.
I’ve been doing lots of nothing lately. I keep meaning to post, talk about political nonsensicality, about art and history, about love and blindness, about boredom.
But maybe boredom’s the one that matters most. It’s a strange time in life. I need to start planning my trip to France, but, as usual, nothing. Still two weeks, though, to get myself together. Put my face on.
Being a parent is like wearing your heart outside your body.
That was on 30 Rock. A surprisingly touching sentiment on a show that’s mostly just pretty silly, but that’s the kind of show I like.
I’ve nothing to say. I wrote a story the other day. I should get back into that.
first of the year
is the fourth of the year.
2009 and 2010 were two of the best years of my life and 2011 was a bit of a disappointment. Or, maybe not, but it was a pretty average year, I guess, punctuated by the worst moment of my life just a few weeks ago. A strange year, to be sure, spending most of it in a foreign land with strange people.
Hoping 2012 turns out better. Seems to be off to an okay start. I became a godfather already, which is honorable.
We’ll wait to see what the year shall bring.
