Monday, May 21, 2007

pick up lines....


this evening i was assulted with a horrible pick up line. which leads me to wonder who actually gains favorable results from a woman who is not half crazy or sloshed? and why do men still think that anything that remotely resembles a widely known bad pick up like would at all gain a positive response?

i don't understand why someone would think that if they said to a total stranger let's f**k, unless they were at burning man or something, that it wouldn't result in anything less than a huge slap on the face....or why "hot ass" would and should be taken as a complement?

Sunday, May 13, 2007

grey...


i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream

but as bad as i am
i'm proud of the fact
that i'm worse than i seem

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore~ ani difranco "grey"



it is a grey cold and couldy seattle day. it is also mother's day and on top of that it is the second day i have known that a good friend has cancer. the grey seems to fit. last year i realized how hard this holiday is for me. it is like having a almost healed wound torn open again. often i wonder if the pain would lesson if i had some kind of solid conclusion. but i don't i live in the limbo land of having and not having a mother and it totally sucks. there are little prayers that find themselves escaping my frozen mouth, cries for something else something different.

my mom back the way she was, being able to speak to me for more than five minutes or less...to talk deeply instead of simply, to not have to explain everything because she understands what i am saying, to not have to know "her phrases and ways of speach" because she can communicate clearly. i miss my mom but i also miss the illusion that the pain goes away, that there are things that completely change your world that you will never beable to get over. i wish i had that illusion and could hold it for my friend instead of the fear of something worse instead of my perpetual waiting for the other shoe to drop. yes grey is a good color for today.

Friday, May 11, 2007

sometimes i love tv

there are times when i encounter art and am completely blown away by the power art posesses. at it's best art can begin to critque the evil of a community before the people with in it have a place to speak. there is a reason why art is one of the first things to be silenced in a censorship oriented govenment.

hopefully artists will continue to uses their powerful voices to speak out...i hope that i as an artist will be brave enough to speak out.