Thursday, December 11, 2003
"Is eight o'clock Friday night good for you?"
Friends who live in other cites within driving distance are fabulous.
What's even more fabulous is when neither of you have time to eat decently or sleep properly but say "fuck it" and one drives out to the other anyway because, well, the benefit of the break from the grueling routine far outweighs the cost in time.
Can not wait to see JB from NJ. Looking forward to a night of photography, wine, and catching up.
Oh, and also looking forward to her insight and advice on such pressing topics such as "How should I cut my hair next?"
Not to sell JB short. Like worthwhile friends should be, she is amazing. We'll pour the wine, take up the only two chairs I have to sit on, and discuss the more complex issues of life (art, love, music, current daily situations) until four in the morning. Catch a few hours sleep, hit a great Pittsburgh breakfast place, then part and slip back into our "so-called craziness" (as referenced by JB).
JB is summing her past two years on paper, otherwise known as a thesis, and forming her pieces for her final grad show. While living on something like two dollars a day. You know, to hell with the starving children in the Congo, why aren't there "Save the Grad Students" foundations where, for less than what you pay for your daily Starbucks fix, you can fund a twenty-six year old with useful items such as new underpants, warm mittens, coffee, and nutritional food rations.
I'm not quite in the same financial situation, but I too have been living off of caffeine, fresh fruit, and frozen pizzas.
Projects, deadlines, and lack of sleep. Is this what make the world go 'round?
What's even more fabulous is when neither of you have time to eat decently or sleep properly but say "fuck it" and one drives out to the other anyway because, well, the benefit of the break from the grueling routine far outweighs the cost in time.
Can not wait to see JB from NJ. Looking forward to a night of photography, wine, and catching up.
Oh, and also looking forward to her insight and advice on such pressing topics such as "How should I cut my hair next?"
Not to sell JB short. Like worthwhile friends should be, she is amazing. We'll pour the wine, take up the only two chairs I have to sit on, and discuss the more complex issues of life (art, love, music, current daily situations) until four in the morning. Catch a few hours sleep, hit a great Pittsburgh breakfast place, then part and slip back into our "so-called craziness" (as referenced by JB).
JB is summing her past two years on paper, otherwise known as a thesis, and forming her pieces for her final grad show. While living on something like two dollars a day. You know, to hell with the starving children in the Congo, why aren't there "Save the Grad Students" foundations where, for less than what you pay for your daily Starbucks fix, you can fund a twenty-six year old with useful items such as new underpants, warm mittens, coffee, and nutritional food rations.
I'm not quite in the same financial situation, but I too have been living off of caffeine, fresh fruit, and frozen pizzas.
Projects, deadlines, and lack of sleep. Is this what make the world go 'round?
Mustn't Haste
Christmas time is the best,
Don't let commercial crap be a pest.
Get and give,
Love and live,
Celebrate, relish, and all the rest!
___________
The snow still melts
The hard rain pelts
Drip drizzle pour and sprinkling
The Salvation Army guy ringing, clanging, tinkling
Standing in the eves of the grocer
Shoppers pass none the closer
One will pause
Next to Clause
Dropping change into the bucket
One less person saying "fuck it."
Don't let commercial crap be a pest.
Get and give,
Love and live,
Celebrate, relish, and all the rest!
___________
The snow still melts
The hard rain pelts
Drip drizzle pour and sprinkling
The Salvation Army guy ringing, clanging, tinkling
Standing in the eves of the grocer
Shoppers pass none the closer
One will pause
Next to Clause
Dropping change into the bucket
One less person saying "fuck it."
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Rhyme Schmime
Tonight there's a girl who is sleepy,
She lives in an apartment, not a teepee.
Ate some Nutella,
'Bout to hit her bed-bed-bella,
So tomorrow she'll be bright and awake-ee.
The electric toothbrush is grand,
Just turn it on and hold it in hand.
Of it I am keen,
Gets teeth nice and clean,
It works much better than sand.
She lives in an apartment, not a teepee.
Ate some Nutella,
'Bout to hit her bed-bed-bella,
So tomorrow she'll be bright and awake-ee.
The electric toothbrush is grand,
Just turn it on and hold it in hand.
Of it I am keen,
Gets teeth nice and clean,
It works much better than sand.
Politics and Prose
There once was a girl in Pittsburgh.
She was never a resident of Titsburgh.
She was smiling and pretty,
With her little wee titty,
And was glad not to live in Zitsburgh.
(More, eh?)
There once was a town called DC,
Where all the fat men made laws, see?
But now they cash checks,
Always after more sex,
Hittin' girls mid-bachelor's degree.
(Lets make it bawdy.)
I saw this girl with a wanker,
Most the guys were 'fraid to spank her.
Made no mind to the chick–
She had her own dick!
And all the ladies heartily thanked her!
(Ah yeah.)
This guy walked past with a mullet,
He had quite the girthy gullet.
Oh my surprise
When I lowered mine eyes
And saw he was letting a streamlet.
(OK, that was just gross.)
The Lady of Lore had big hands,
The men came from miles as fans.
Then one day she crippled,
Her mouth size tripled,
Now the men fly in from far lands.
(That wasn't much better.)
At the bar was a burly young maiden,
With muscles her arms were much laden.
Up strode a jock,
Rubbing his cock,
She says "Sweetie, here _I_ do the ridin'!"
(Well, we all love the lesbians.)
She was never a resident of Titsburgh.
She was smiling and pretty,
With her little wee titty,
And was glad not to live in Zitsburgh.
(More, eh?)
There once was a town called DC,
Where all the fat men made laws, see?
But now they cash checks,
Always after more sex,
Hittin' girls mid-bachelor's degree.
(Lets make it bawdy.)
I saw this girl with a wanker,
Most the guys were 'fraid to spank her.
Made no mind to the chick–
She had her own dick!
And all the ladies heartily thanked her!
(Ah yeah.)
This guy walked past with a mullet,
He had quite the girthy gullet.
Oh my surprise
When I lowered mine eyes
And saw he was letting a streamlet.
(OK, that was just gross.)
The Lady of Lore had big hands,
The men came from miles as fans.
Then one day she crippled,
Her mouth size tripled,
Now the men fly in from far lands.
(That wasn't much better.)
At the bar was a burly young maiden,
With muscles her arms were much laden.
Up strode a jock,
Rubbing his cock,
She says "Sweetie, here _I_ do the ridin'!"
(Well, we all love the lesbians.)
Monday, December 08, 2003
Horse vs. Goat
Love is amazing.
Distance is hard.
Keeping it going
Can be avant-garde.
(OK, that was lame. Another go at it.)
Love is beautiful
Love is life
Love is worth
A little strife.
(Better. Another go.)
Love is a song
sung from the throat.
Love is a play
staged in a boat.
Love is a horse
stronger than a goat.
Love is a poem
much better than this one.
:::Cool fact: poem rhymes with jeroboam:::
Distance is hard.
Keeping it going
Can be avant-garde.
(OK, that was lame. Another go at it.)
Love is beautiful
Love is life
Love is worth
A little strife.
(Better. Another go.)
Love is a song
sung from the throat.
Love is a play
staged in a boat.
Love is a horse
stronger than a goat.
Love is a poem
much better than this one.
:::Cool fact: poem rhymes with jeroboam:::
Sunday, December 07, 2003
The City
I failed to mention how beautiful Pittsburgh is.
Real people, real art, and real bridges.
If you ever have the opportunity, come here.
If you don't have the opportunity, make it.
Real people, real art, and real bridges.
If you ever have the opportunity, come here.
If you don't have the opportunity, make it.
Hot Snow
It's wintertime.
We had record snowfall Friday night, with six to ten inches throughout Pittsburgh. It's not ridiculous (like two feet), but right here at the apartment we had at least eight inches.
And today was absolutely gorgeous. Sunny, low 30's, and snow everywhere! Except on the roads, most the roads were pretty good.
And, I am happy to announce that the first PGH DA meeting was held tonight. DanceAholics Anonymous is a completely made-up organization founded at around four o'clock in the morning at rcaplan's DC apartment, summer 2003. Members must (a) dance, (b) enjoy dancing, (c) and dance at every opportunity, despite themselves.
element 5 held their Red Hot + Momentum benefit for the Pittsburgh AIDS Task Force at The Mattress Factory this evening. Looking at the lineup of events, this looked hot hot hot. And it was.
Heard some good music, made some new friends, and found a dance partner who, as it turns out, works at the MF. When Soma Mestizo had to wrap up (it was technically the end of the night's event), I headed over to the DJ room (could still hear he was spinning). Fabulously, as I was heading to the door, the girl I was dance dancing with comes out the door, sees me, and waves me in. Very nice. Being the only people on the dance floor, we did what we had to do: dance.
Dance dance dance.
Dance like **superstars**.
And the dancing was good.
The DJ indulged us for as long as he could, and we were joined by some other happy dance folk while he kept it coming. Someone finally turned on the lights, the DJ wound it down, and it was time to get the coats and call it a night.
Call it a good night.
We had record snowfall Friday night, with six to ten inches throughout Pittsburgh. It's not ridiculous (like two feet), but right here at the apartment we had at least eight inches.
And today was absolutely gorgeous. Sunny, low 30's, and snow everywhere! Except on the roads, most the roads were pretty good.
And, I am happy to announce that the first PGH DA meeting was held tonight. DanceAholics Anonymous is a completely made-up organization founded at around four o'clock in the morning at rcaplan's DC apartment, summer 2003. Members must (a) dance, (b) enjoy dancing, (c) and dance at every opportunity, despite themselves.
element 5 held their Red Hot + Momentum benefit for the Pittsburgh AIDS Task Force at The Mattress Factory this evening. Looking at the lineup of events, this looked hot hot hot. And it was.
Heard some good music, made some new friends, and found a dance partner who, as it turns out, works at the MF. When Soma Mestizo had to wrap up (it was technically the end of the night's event), I headed over to the DJ room (could still hear he was spinning). Fabulously, as I was heading to the door, the girl I was dance dancing with comes out the door, sees me, and waves me in. Very nice. Being the only people on the dance floor, we did what we had to do: dance.
Dance dance dance.
Dance like **superstars**.
And the dancing was good.
The DJ indulged us for as long as he could, and we were joined by some other happy dance folk while he kept it coming. Someone finally turned on the lights, the DJ wound it down, and it was time to get the coats and call it a night.
Call it a good night.
