..since i posted that song.
since the dent on my couch was made
since i pushed two keys for rewind
every intimate listen.
evey close aqcuaintance,
...i give it thanks
i give it my growth, my heart, my love
i give it every knowledge
every thought i knew
cause until it
it seems i knew nothing.
todo azul, todo azul, todo azul
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
my ballerina's cave
my hand rested on her knee at a Bedford cafe
and we felt embraced by Silence
through the awkward moments and strange discomforts
the year had given us our love
"there are only a few people i share this dreary with" she said
realizing that we were in this together
and we felt embraced by Silence
through the awkward moments and strange discomforts
the year had given us our love
"there are only a few people i share this dreary with" she said
realizing that we were in this together
Thursday, November 11, 2010
simple words from a simple girl
I've always thought my writing was "simple". I never use big words and I'd like to believe my sentences are usually coherent (enough).
The winner of this years "The Bad Writing Contest" was...
"Judith Butler, a Guggenheim Fellowship-winning professor of rhetoric and comparative literature at the University of California at Berkeley, admired as perhaps “one of the ten smartest people on the planet,” wrote the sentence that captured the contest’s first prize."
The move from a structuralist account in which capital is understood to structure social relations in relatively homologous ways to a view of hegemony in which power relations are subject to repetition, convergence, and rearticulation brought the question of temporality into the thinking of structure, and marked a shift from a form of Althusserian theory that takes structural totalities as theoretical objects to one in which the insights into the contingent possibility of structure inaugurate a renewed conception of hegemony as bound up with the contingent sites and strategies of the rearticulation of power.
WHAT!?!?!
The winner of this years "The Bad Writing Contest" was...
"Judith Butler, a Guggenheim Fellowship-winning professor of rhetoric and comparative literature at the University of California at Berkeley, admired as perhaps “one of the ten smartest people on the planet,” wrote the sentence that captured the contest’s first prize."
The move from a structuralist account in which capital is understood to structure social relations in relatively homologous ways to a view of hegemony in which power relations are subject to repetition, convergence, and rearticulation brought the question of temporality into the thinking of structure, and marked a shift from a form of Althusserian theory that takes structural totalities as theoretical objects to one in which the insights into the contingent possibility of structure inaugurate a renewed conception of hegemony as bound up with the contingent sites and strategies of the rearticulation of power.
WHAT!?!?!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
..continued,
and as my fingers trailed my belly's skin my eyes lightly fluttered open and the lips of my husband pressed at mine. and a long smile crept over my face in relief. He was still here. Making dinner as a matter of fact.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
A few things...
I've learned about myslef as of late.
1. I'm overly self concious of annoying someone in random conversation. I tend to speak about random things in a story-like fashion, but without a climax or punchline ending.
2. I don't do things for myself. I've been meaning to: get a massage, go relax at the russian bathouse, take a yoga class and finally of course a live model drawing class. I need to make a list of these. Priorities are a bit these days.
3. Grey hair. I have them now. A bit superficial, but they are a bit depressing. :)
4. I'm awesome. This may seem self consumed but for a person that has thought as herself as average, "nothing special", and "a dime a dozen" , its a big step for me in self "love". Not to be mis-communicated as a lack of confidence. This is a realization that I am who I am becuase of me, not because of luck or the people I surround myself with. I've made some of this, i've made some of "me" happen and I'm happy for the signs that have shown me this.
5. And bartendars seem to enjoy my conversation on slow wednesday nights.
Cheers
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
1. I'm overly self concious of annoying someone in random conversation. I tend to speak about random things in a story-like fashion, but without a climax or punchline ending.
2. I don't do things for myself. I've been meaning to: get a massage, go relax at the russian bathouse, take a yoga class and finally of course a live model drawing class. I need to make a list of these. Priorities are a bit these days.
3. Grey hair. I have them now. A bit superficial, but they are a bit depressing. :)
4. I'm awesome. This may seem self consumed but for a person that has thought as herself as average, "nothing special", and "a dime a dozen" , its a big step for me in self "love". Not to be mis-communicated as a lack of confidence. This is a realization that I am who I am becuase of me, not because of luck or the people I surround myself with. I've made some of this, i've made some of "me" happen and I'm happy for the signs that have shown me this.
5. And bartendars seem to enjoy my conversation on slow wednesday nights.
Cheers
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
all is worth keeping
The idea of being abandoned is not a pleasant one. It's enough to make a kind person call the friends they cherish, hug the people they love, and pour their hearts out to the few they wouldnt be able to live without.
It can make a selfish person do the same.
Our office has been working on a secret project for an abandoned subway station. In the meantime I am enjoying the architectural and social moments of being deserted with an embrace.
It can make a selfish person do the same.
Our office has been working on a secret project for an abandoned subway station. In the meantime I am enjoying the architectural and social moments of being deserted with an embrace.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
..continued (short thought)
The goal tonight was a small one. Wash one load of dishes and one load of laundry within the first hour of arrriving home. With the habitual act of turning the key to my gate and the key to my front door, the warmth of my home embraced me. Immediately thereafter, came the shedding process. The thoughts of washing dishes and doing laundry tossed to the floor with the very clothes I wore. The office work, the deadlines, the cold aura surrounding me left in a trail behind my naked body. ...
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