February 25, 2006

blog boredom sets in..

Why won't the guy who is offering stained glass workshops email me back?

Two new quotes that will inform quite possibly the rest of my life

#1/

Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over again to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.

--Pema Chodron

#2/

The tough, whatever, Fuck You Leave self and the more vulnerable, uncertain self who wants to be reassured that you're worthwhile. It seems like these two sides to your personality are dramatically segregated, and it's your challenge to bring a little more toughness and sense to your vulnerable side, and a little more vulnerability and honesty to your tough, slightly full of shit blustering side.

--rabbit

I was just at the laundromat which, as usual, was playing a violent movie on it's two tvs. It makes me angry that I find the images/storylines/depictions in these weird ultra violent movies so repulsive but then I am also completely hooked and stand there staring with my mouth agape, a sock hanging limp in one hand in front of the washing machine.

This one was about a chauffeur who is also an ex-navy seal who is having an affair with the desperately bored and beautiful wife of a millionaire. Then it turns out that the chauffeur is somehow mixed up with these crooks who are going to steal the millionaires kid and hold him for ransom. The baddies are using the chauffeur as their pawn in this evil game of cat and mouse. Except chauffie has fallen for wifey and had a change of heart so he turns hero and has to single-handedly rescue the kid using roundhouse kicks and arm-breaking and defensive driving, and he is rocksolid and softspoken like a young bruce willis so these tall sexy blond women (wife and evil bitch respectively) are all over him while he's breaking heads.

Anyways, whatever, compelling schmompelling, later that same evening I went to a party that turned out obe a poetry reading in disguise, it was so quiet we had to creep back out into the hall to open our beers. I can't figure out which is worse sexy/violent/fascinating hollywood. or people wearing indian print skirts acting out their bad free verse?

Right, and I came home early and updated my portfolio. And you know what? When I am not whining all over this perl-ass peice of shit blog, I am a hard worker.

Oh and you know what else? Andria said that something licked today. Just to keep all my readers in the loop about what licking is... Lick is the new Suck. Violent films suck, but live granola poetry fucking Licks.

A thousand apologies to Girlbomb if she reads this.. you might do live spoken words performances. I bet dollars to donuts they are great. What I saw for 30 seconds before following my 6 pack out the door was not awesome. Far from it.

Okay I think I can sleep now, all the bile is gone.

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