I put up a few new pictures in the Photo Project. Dance parties always crack me up. I am still at ends with dancing. For my own imaturity insists on it. If only more than 8 people liked dancing to Interpol. Oh well, I can dream.
There is a five o’clock shadow on my mind.
“… it looked funny.”
I have a fondness for old pictures. I was browsing the NYPL Digital Image Library, and found a series of postcards from the early 1900’s to be most intriguing.
I was reminded of my failure to be well versed in good literature today. When asked if I had ever read a book that shall remain nameless, I was forced to admit I had not, despite my interest in doing so. Commas confuse me. Using them I mean. Yet I find time to write this.
People are worth the effort.
I met this 2-year-old girl on Tuesday at the meeting. She was adorable. I mean it. Really. She had a little cast on her arm. It was in a tiny little sling. Some kids are too cute to be true. Yes I think thats how the saying goes.
Let me tell ya somethin.
Generally, disagreements seem to create such implied hostility. Those involved and sometimes even onlookers are, put on edge, if I may use the expression. Politely disagreeing with someone is such a great way to not be easily swayed by the opinions of others. However, this too I have noticed occurring: Some will simply disagree because they thought of it as a thing to do. For some, and at times myself as well, it seems fitting to generate a quickly thought up opposing opinion rather than really consider agreement. After this takes place the mental block that is in place seems unconquerable. Much like the city of Troy. And in a similar vein of comparison I believe a Trojan horse type statement could be used to uproot such a façade of an opinion. Who am I to judge and opinion as a façade though? It is a more optimistic approach than concluding that one is simply as dumb as they have made themselves out to be. Not that I do that on a regular basis. But some opinions are founded on such apparent absurdity that for anyone to genuinely adhere to them in application is like a child covering their eyes and believing they cannot be seen. It is based on a lack of comprehension. A lack of understanding.
Haha, where on earth or should I say where in my mind did that come from? It was supposed to be a light hearted digestion of why people get so touchy when someone disagrees with them. Like how it’s hard to take a polite disagreement. It just makes stuff awkward. Especially when you really think you’re on to something. What I ended up with was almost as absurd as what I was talking about. That’s like get one get one free if you ask me. My kinda deal.
Sincerely I disagree, no really I can take criticism, I just don’t think that to be a valid point.
Borderline baby, borderline. You glance and I’ll look away. I’ll smile and you’ll fake it. But in the end we’re both afraid. This is not in reference to romance.
Que drum solo.
Summer has arrived. So have The Mighty Water Drops. Oh yea, that means pool party time. I love pools. I love playing in the water. Especially on Saturday afternoons at TESTPLUGS. Speaking of, I think I’ll do that this weekend. I’m bringing a bigger torpedo. Water toys are awesome. So are cannonballs.
Flesh Fest at the merry Moore’s was a hit. Pool was full. Full of wet white boys that is. I’m glad the sun went down I would of lost all my paleness if it had stayed out.
This summer it is my ever so important goal to always be ready for water fun. I also am going to dig the biggest moat I’ve ever seen around a huge castle at the beach. I mean HUGE. Like so-and-so’s head. You know who I’m talking about.
There will be some more media up soon. I’ve run into disk quota issues with the host. They’ll be resolved soon though. CJ, El-Nino are both comin’ at ya’. Dem sucka’s is funny.
You cannot move away from yourself. Work it out.
I started skating again. Good exercise. My legs are very very weak.
I like rambling. Writing weary’s me. If I could slip it in under your nose though, I would smirk.