These guys are breaking my heart.

England was fantastic.
check out my sisters pics.

(a list)

- spike jonze
- and what he's doing with his talent and resources.
- writers of poems
- good friends who do remarkable and beautiful and interesting things.
- ant colonies.
- coffee

How to tell if you need a little vacation.

Most people are pretty selfish, sneaky, and rude. Awful.
I love the totalness of blanket statements.

I don't really believe it. At least, I don't want to believe it.
Maybe we're in a season of mean-ness. Maybe I've lost tolerance for bad behaviour. I don't know what it is.

It just seems that common courtesy has disappeared, and you get burned when you try to stand up for it. You get burned when you try to use it.

I struggle to do what is right and good. I try to figure it out and do the best thing. A lot of the time I fail at that, but something is learned in the process...I hope.

It makes me crazy when people just do whatever the fuck they want, and then shrug it off with a whisper of apology.

I wish there was a response other than "It's okay."
Sometimes it's not okay.

A week in the english countryside sounds amazing right now. I bet even the sheep and the cows have basic manners there.

beautiful moon.

Last night's moon was a beautiful moon.

I was walking up the hill when I noticed it, all at once I wished I had someone to call and say: "Look at the moon, it's a beautiful moon."
There is intimacy in tiny observations.
I stood for a minute and looked at it. Then I got bored. Some things are really great all on your own, but sometimes they are better with two.

I hope you saw it anyway. And I hope you thought it was a beautiful moon.
Because it was.

I haven't written anything here in a long time.
This is because I bought a typewriter.
Also, I feel that others in this world are better at expressing ideas.
So for now I leave it up to them.
At least until I have words worth saying.

i love this

a beast for thee.

The wheels are in motion for another adventure.
I have always wanted a benefactor who could financially support my wanderings.
Today I realized that I am doing an okay job of that. (well, with a little help from the bank). It's not first class, but it's Something. It's the Something that matters. It's nice not to have regret there. Every dollar (even the decadent dollars) was money well-spent. I would do it again...except maybe I would read my airplane itineraries (24 hour clock and all) more carefully.

Thinking of canceling my facebook account. My heart breaks on facebook. The green monster of jealousy rises daily, and it gobbles up all that potential sweetness. I do not like communicating via status updates.

I am changing my mind about art. I think I want to make some again. This is huge, by the way, because I currently have a horrible view of the art realm.

My willingness to try it again has been (partially) inspired by this guy:



Be warned, oh ye of delicate ears, there is adult language in this video. I like what he has to say about...things.

I went to see Brody yesterday for a little tattoo touch-up. I think I like going to the tattoo parlour. It's strangely relaxing. I think it's because I like Brody. Someone asked me if he was kind, my answer was a resounding yes. And my tattoos look so pretty.

While there, on the cusp of Burnaby, I stumbled across a great store! I kind of want to keep it a secret. I am making plans to go back and buy at least 3 pairs of shoes.

I have to pee.

Here is a point of reference for the above above video.