exceptions & melancholies.

& (for yesterday)

2009-11-05T04:03:00.001-05:00

placename i: from the mountain i see. placename ii: river of january. in ethiopia an ocean is making itself, and in china some deserts eat all things. but somewhere there is a mountain and somewhere there is a river, and what more can two people ask but a place beside in which they can awake forever. oh, there are times when winter feels a permanent sleep mask, plush or otherwise, and all we can do is call to that call to that place by its name. what a footbridge correspondence can make. eating bacon alone, i think of you and sometimes but only sometimes.

&

2009-11-03T00:31:00.002-05:00

gloria in summer and gloria tonight as it is warm somewhere. wonder what breaks over that soft and how long it takes for each to each. drinking water out of glass, who thought of it first? contained, consumed, and God, if i could ask Jacob: was is Israel who sent his daughter out? was it Israel who saw Joseph's light? or did Jacob, waiting for his sons, oh, Jacob, standing in the yard, know how sweet the water? never to heed the good word, gloria. never to return a small flee. yes, gloria for there is nothing to call this great question of what happens when a man comes back. what a slender and a cheekbone and a swimming trunk. what then?

&

2009-11-02T03:10:00.004-05:00

(I'm going to use this everyday for one week. Thank you, Vicky.)

how it never seems to be that someone is in the capitol city but near the capitol city and that's what is assumed when a person is faraway in a place you do not know and may never know you, and why people stand at the shore looking at a slowing wave and then it kills them but not before they want it because it is big and nothing like it is, and where to go to find children who will forget you and and whose names you never learn and have it be okay because they are not yours and you will never touch their foreheads with your lips or part their hair with your fingers, and what is it that makes us afraid i mean there is somewhere a bestiary in which animals are listed in order by the size of their eyeballs - that is vertical height and not circumference, oh, and oh, and when you call and your first love answers the phone and you call him by your lover's name, and when you go to the mountain to stand on the mountain and you want to touch the rocks but are the rocks really there

things that have made me cry this week:

2009-10-21T03:16:00.000-04:00

from "The Book of Failed Descriptions"

9.
A birthday party and he'll have nothing to do with the inflatable castle, rented and set up on the lawn, only wants to run all afternoon, playing chase, tag-like game where I growl and laugh and lumber around the playground, his giggling, both of us laughing and roaring, and I catch him and he gets away and climbs to the top of the jungle gym where he looks at me with worry, and I know that the game is on break, that this is real, and I walk beneath him and he doesn't pause. He jumps into my arms, and I catch him

-Tod Marshall, The Tangled Line

txt: the P.M. edition

2009-10-20T01:50:00.003-04:00

Omg, girl. Now we're waiting in line at soundbar. Omg, now I know where all the Guess? clothes I sold went.

Y'all need to fall thru this party needs girls

Ugh the boys are getting coke and hookers

I'm drinking a long island ice tea on long island

Speaking of racism, some azn girl straight up said "nigger" in the bar

Damn he is gonna s the d!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUPGHT THIS DUDE HAD A GIANT ERYKAH BADU TATOO ON HIS CHEST BUT IT'S JUS A TAN TSHIRT

Omg I am srsly on a party trolley. Kill myself.

duel of teeth and lilies

2009-10-13T03:12:00.005-04:00

These days I'm homesick and thinking plenty about Lorca. Sounds like a bummer, I know, but there are people helping me out. They include but are not limited to:

Otherwise, it's All Quiet on the Midwestern Front. It snowed in Iowa City the other day, which is both the half and the whole of it. My father calls from Davao to tell me about the progress on the fishpond that he's building. And here I am still thinking about Santiago.

it is almost 3am, and this is how i feel:

2009-10-12T03:52:00.000-04:00

txt: identity crises

2009-10-06T17:16:00.002-04:00

Hey im in wisconsin with brendans bank and i painted my nails black.

@hyde pk borders cafe, nxt2 white boy w 'one love' tat on leg n bob marley on pc. I do not isangmahal him. Barf.

Damn u chicago.

Mein fuhrer?

Roger sterling in blackface... gets me every time.

oh, hi there.

2009-10-05T04:35:00.002-04:00

I didn't forget about this blog. Just needed a minute.

Summer looked like this:

etc.

Now I'm back in Iowa City with a new home, old friends, big plans, and little fear.

advice

2009-06-28T17:31:00.002-04:00

When it comes to words of wisdom, my friends really know how to txt them.

[txts verbatim]

Get your phone game right

New motto from "centerstage": "whatever you're feeling, just dance it."

Damn baby, don't hurt 'em! Too much! You know iss too much!

Enjoy work! Meter out the love! Ration!

GTI

2009-06-27T02:43:00.002-04:00

= Going Through It.

(get familiar)

the lincoln park zoo

2009-06-25T16:13:00.001-04:00

bird/fish/bird/thighs/giraffe

a miniature vacation

2009-06-21T15:47:00.007-04:00

Growing up, classmates would always tell me about their family trips to lake cabins or summerhomes in Michigan or Minnesota. Finally, I can tell friends about my own Midwestern getaway. Sure, my apartment in Iowa City isn't exactly what one would consider the ideal vacation resort, but I'm glad I can retreat when I feel the need.

I've heard it said that driving through this part of the Midwest is boring - nothing but farms and flatlands. Look harder, I'd say.

My first night in town was hot and spent dancing & laughing. I ended the day on my porch with friends, and we talked about God and love. A beautiful boy picked flowers for me. It rained the next morning.

The friend with whom I've lived for almost three years recently moved our of our home and took her dishware with her. I happened upon these plates at a thrift store and bought them to replace my friend's dishes. I'm quite fond of lighthouses and think of them frequently.

Oddly enough, the best restaurants I know are in tiny towns in Iowa. There's a wonderful Louisiana kitchen in Oxford, IA that serves locally-grown produce and locally-raised meats. Good folks came out to dine with me, and it felt like my birthday or something. Then we went to an old veteran's bar for karaoke. The bartender asked me if I wanted "the usual" and I, of course, sang my go-to song.

Once again, my friends and I returned to my porch. Someone suggested we walk a few blocks to the cemetary to see the Black Angel. We did, and I was not afraid.

my friends have feelings, too

2009-06-21T12:49:00.004-04:00

[txts verbatim]

It's not you, it's me.

I'm not sure if my friend was talking about you or jenuse. And I'm confused which one is adam. This is like a plot of a rom-com.

still undecided i am in a booboo mood and just ate bacon who would hire this

Too many white ppl on the clark bus. Fucking with the doors and talking about "this great little mexican place, taco burrito palace."

i am fucking going home with someone tonight though i bought a cheap bottle of champagne for myself...and i am drinking the whole thing

Remind me about sausages

Ps really jealz of this wonderland you're in, otherwise known as Iowa City. I feel like you're a drunk Dorothy.

remember how you made me crazy? remember how i made you scream?

2009-06-14T23:08:00.000-04:00

trees

2009-06-14T02:39:00.004-04:00

When I was nine-years-old, my father had me memorize this poem:

Trees
Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

These days I like spending time at the Lincoln Park Conservatory to be with plants and things my father taught me.

<3

2009-06-10T03:23:00.002-04:00

I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status.
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls.

pop.cult.txts:

2009-04-30T17:55:00.001-04:00

Actually, i decided to stay home and watch a judi dench movie.

if i could make with god, id get him to swap your work schedule

Ebay auction for lunch with don draper. Only 1425 right now.

Rashida jones is quincy jones' daughter. AND she went to harvard/new dream girl

Why your jeans ain't saggin?

my heart skips a BOOM!

2009-04-30T01:44:00.001-04:00

Anjulie | Boom from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

i like people, but i love books.

2009-04-29T22:57:00.003-04:00

and

keep them txts coming, y'all.

2009-04-03T22:58:00.003-04:00

Umm tutting on america's best dance crew tonight. Lil mama got her pressed right tonight. I think she gon' cry again...

In a 160 character text message, explain calvino's invisible cities to me.

I don't trust the whites of eyes that are always red. even when just slightly pinkish. Do you?

Just. Like fine as hell. I see that i like the uber male types. W ghetto flavaaaaah! Haaay!

Pasadita? Palabra.

...And if I said I never wanted to gawk at a huge hog I'd be fibbin'.

WE SHOULD SEE HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU TODAY.

i will miss this life:

2009-03-31T19:53:00.003-04:00

i am reading this:

2009-03-09T22:42:00.001-04:00

these txt msgs are probably only funny to me

2009-03-04T22:47:00.002-05:00

I fell thru the chair this time. Guess revenge is mine.

Please never casually mention gossip girl in public again.

Were you drunk when you called my work phone?

helene. do you have room for me?

Word. Are you at Pasadita by yourself?

I'll see you in a few weeks. I'll bring the creamless oreos.

And now I'm following him on twitter and he is gonna see I tweeter about his fine ass

strange fruit?

2009-02-24T20:02:00.001-05:00