Adultness, Aliveness, Holy Crap: JUMP FACTOR!
"Is there someone in your living room, Stephen? I hear voices in there."
Stephen Mejias
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Field Goals
When I think about how I spent my time this weekend — eating and drinking with friends, listening to music, watching the Giants beat the Cowboys to gain sole possession of first place in the NFC East — I really have no complaints. These are all great things. Why then, when you ask me how my weekend was, do I sigh and say: "It was okay, I guess"?
A Bridge
I look up and smile, nod my head, and respond: "You might be right about that."
Instead, She Says "Heart"
Jim Tavegia wrote:
if i were a koala
The connection, among other things, was breaking up.
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet, & Watch
In a">http://www.sceneless.com/node/95">a recent review of The Multi-Purpose Solution's latest album, we were kinda sorta referred to as "emo." Actually, the reviewer — Jim">http://jerseybeat.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-emo-tricks-part-6-from-fi… Testa — wrote:
Silly Parts Talking Emo
Briana (11), my youngest sister, has a Myspacehttp://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=splash">Myspace; page whose icon announces: "I Love Emo."
Ill at Ease
A problem:
I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
Settling
I was feeling good. I sat down on the orange couch, kicked my feet up on my little wooden stool, let my head rest on the soft suede throw, and happily admired my home.
A Full Belly and an Empty Sink, Or: Patience and Wait 'n' See, Or: Fate Ain't Got Nothing to do with My Jonathan Adler Placemats
It's funny because:
Just as Wes suggested — though I so earnestly try to never hold expectations of any sort, and I talk a lot of smack about never expecting anything from this life, I'm really full of it: I have great expectations, and often scold myself for expecting too much — I figured I must have simply been expecting the magic to come. Or "looking for it," as my mom might say. And you can't go looking for it, she tells me. Because, if you do, you'll never find it.
Whatever, ma.
Just as Wes suggested — though I so earnestly try to never hold expectations of any sort, and I talk a lot of smack about never expecting anything from this life, I'm really full of it: I have great expectations, and often scold myself for expecting too much — I figured I must have simply been expecting the magic to come. Or "looking for it," as my mom might say. And you can't go looking for it, she tells me. Because, if you do, you'll never find it.
Whatever, ma.