May 2011
75 posts
una entrevista
Saw this interview that Lulu Chang did of Melanie Crete and thought that the answers were really good. They are so simple, so to-the-point and I think that that’s sometimes exactly what a journalist wants. Here are just a few. The rest are posted at luluandyourmom.blogspot.com
1. What is the quality you most like in a man? A sense of humor.
2. What is your idea of happiness? To love and be...
April 2011
35 posts
a poem
Love is old-fashioned, some say. But I want you to be my Lewis Carrol. To master my rubber soul and send it up up and away with the phantom Icarus. Send it way up past the red-eye, business-suited travelers. Past the half-broken ravens and the glow of the aurora. Send it north of beautiful, so it can float with the fleet of the fallen. And while it’s dancing between cloads, erasing my sins,...
“If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.” -Jim Rohn
I am so sick and tired of listening to people every day tell me how much they hate their lives. You have a family, an education, a house. You have opportunities that children can only imagine. You have food on the table. One of your biggest problems is that you have to take a test tomorrow. Please take a step back. Try to imagine looking at yourself from a different perspective. From now on...
what you don't learn in english class..
Have you realized that you don’t really learn how to write in school? You’re kind of just expected to get it. So.. I learn from Kurt Vonnegut:
“Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them-in order that the reader may see what they are made of.”
There’s more goodness where that came from:...
Some Radiohead to finish up a long and very...
When I talk to people about the future they tell me about where they want to go to college, how much money they’ll have, how hot their husband will be.
I have no clue about university, money is the last thing on my mind, I’ve never kissed a boy.
Today my dad told me that I’m lost in the world. I think he’s right.
I’ll Try Anything Once - The Strokes
Good...
Bones
The curve in your spine is a hymn to the Creator. A helix like honey. Thick and mellow. Sugar coated with memories of sunflower smiles and garden parties. Even when you feel like leaving, your spine willl remain. Holding you together when you feel the pressure building. Holding you together when the prairie wind tornados rip apart your life, fragments of postcards strewn across empty lots....
Point Five
Maybe it’s not half empty or half full. Maybe it’s just half a glass.
On I Go
There are two dollars in my pocket and there’s no looking back. No hiking through the centuries of dirt and dust. Only wading through the catatonic moans of Satan, only arena seats at the funeral of the galaxy, only jumping headfirst into a field of clouds, only memorizing subdued strokes on every fragment of rose-tinted glass. Every disorted minstrel, hobo, bootlegger. Every unborn past of...
miss-soni asked: wow addy. i love your blog. :)
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nails
“You can tell a lot from a person’s nails. When life starts to unravel, they’re among the first to go.” -Ian McEwan.
I go through toenails too fast.
letter to me
You sit in a little motel a bit past dusk, but two hours before death. You have crows’ feet under the crescents of your half-purple eyelids. Have you lived? The nomad of your mind is a schizofrenic globetrotter. A rogue, a thief, a tempting tool. You light a matchstick in the dark. You are a floating face. Remember when you were gambling in the land of God? Remember when you were waltzing in...
ch-ch-changes
There used to be this cute little coffee shop my family would go to every few weeks at night. I was six and going out was an otherwordly experience. The lights, the sounds. It was a dizzying rapture. Almost like another world existed - a sphere of something that I had not experienced before, of something I wanted more of. I was at the age where coffee was only a smell. A smell of jazz music and...
