UPDATE:I'm not using MT anymore. It's all about wordpress, baby. No more redirect in this theme either. You'll have to click the link below.
I've done it. I've moved to Movable type.
My new blog is over at livingtech.net. You'll be redirected there in about a minute.
Sayonara blogger. You were good to me... sometimes.
UPDATE: I've dissabled comments from here... go to the new site to leave comments. :)
Thursday, October 03, 2002
"The life of every man is a diary, in which he means to write one story, and writes another."
--Bess Streeter Aldrich (Cheers For Miss Bishop (movie based on the novel Miss Bishop))
This quote reminded me of Tiny's dreams and rainbows post, which I always wanted to respond to, but never did because I felt I'd just be another person saying "me too".
Well, now I wouldn't say "me too", I'd post that quote, proving that Tiny is actually the one saying "me too", only he's said it longer and better. And really, this quote (from a movie, based on a book!) probably isn't even the first time anyone has said something like this. people say things like this all the time, and it's like there's this giant "me too" chorus of people, around the world, holding hands, singing it, screaming it, living it, yes living "ME TOO!!!" from the tops of mountains that aren't high enough and at the bottoms of oceans that are really just small lakes and ponds... ponds that dry up, evaporate into cloud layers (like the one outside--clouds with imperceptible silver linings) and then rain down, in the midst of thunder and lightening, rain down on the rooftops of sleeping dreamers, and rain down occasionally in the sunlight forming rainbows out of the wrong story.
but the wrong story is the one you're living, and you better read it, baby. you'd better read it.
--Bess Streeter Aldrich (Cheers For Miss Bishop (movie based on the novel Miss Bishop))
This quote reminded me of Tiny's dreams and rainbows post, which I always wanted to respond to, but never did because I felt I'd just be another person saying "me too".
Well, now I wouldn't say "me too", I'd post that quote, proving that Tiny is actually the one saying "me too", only he's said it longer and better. And really, this quote (from a movie, based on a book!) probably isn't even the first time anyone has said something like this. people say things like this all the time, and it's like there's this giant "me too" chorus of people, around the world, holding hands, singing it, screaming it, living it, yes living "ME TOO!!!" from the tops of mountains that aren't high enough and at the bottoms of oceans that are really just small lakes and ponds... ponds that dry up, evaporate into cloud layers (like the one outside--clouds with imperceptible silver linings) and then rain down, in the midst of thunder and lightening, rain down on the rooftops of sleeping dreamers, and rain down occasionally in the sunlight forming rainbows out of the wrong story.
but the wrong story is the one you're living, and you better read it, baby. you'd better read it.
Monday, September 30, 2002
This past weekend will live in my puny brain as memorable for many reasons. I am not going to go into those reasons, other than to say that there was some nudity involved, a hot tub, and much drunken kissing.
Today is one of those hot and windy fall days. The kind that screams that fall is fast approaching, but does not (yet) blow leaves across the streets and sidewalks.
I just want to sit on a concrete slab downtown, and people watch.
I feel diffuse and exuberant.
Tonight we are juggling fire.
Today is one of those hot and windy fall days. The kind that screams that fall is fast approaching, but does not (yet) blow leaves across the streets and sidewalks.
I just want to sit on a concrete slab downtown, and people watch.
I feel diffuse and exuberant.
Tonight we are juggling fire.
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