Thursday, January 25, 2001
oh to be a thursdayis 4pm and a beer was calling me and i respondedi am learning the great art of self worthor what is it where you drive and there is a humming in the backgroundand you forget that time is being consumedand then you are somewhere else and the time disappearedand so did i but then you are backthen i am back and i see someone to prove itsomeone that knows me from all of the other faces sitting in cars on the 10and that tells me time is moving againhow do you meetwhen does that face and voice and smell and touch become a measure of time and worth and self'cause that is what each of us islove is that and i think or at times know that this is what we come home forwhat we work forwhy we fly planesand build buildings and talkand dressand cleanand thinkand smileand that is why we also don'tat timesmy beer tastes goodtodayis more of a treat than a habit when you don't drink very oftenand it trickles down your throatand a few more drinks from the same bottleand i acquired a goalto feel a lite haze anda softand sometimes you drink for thatbut pass it right byand keep on goingwant the change from hard to soft and so creating itin i am just ramblinga not so wise man in a not so good movie once said"life is like a box of chocolates"had he ever been to LA?
posted by jenne at 5:10 PM
Tuesday, January 16, 2001
today - tuesday - is a birthday daynot surprised but it's being un-eventfulit always is or can be worseso i hold out on anything majori'll try to remember birthdays1 don't remember2 don't remember3 don't remember4 i think we made homemade ice cream in irondale5 or was that this year6 don't remember 7 we had party at our house on sheridan street - played baseball in the yard were about a dozen or so, my friend rod was mean to another friend (who's name i can't remember, other friend went home, later i walked over to his house his mom and sister were upset with me as well, what did i do?)8 don't remember - think this is the year that fran (step-mom) made birthday cake made in shape of trout, and i kissed the girl shannon, who wore party hats on her elbows9 bart was surprised i didn't have carrot cake (mom made cake with lots of cool decorative candies, was good) was in key west10 we went to putt - putt golf /arcade where they had cave and waterfall and giant conch shell and treasure chest, one friend pushed my friend justin's head under the waterfall and he got pissed and was going to walk home but we talked him down was in key west11 don't remember but know we were at power boyds12 don't remember either but i think still at power boyds13 this was at diane's house, we were house sitting jarvis, junie and augustin came over, cheatah(the dog) bit jarvis although barely, we sat on the porch and ate cake14 in olympia, at aunt jane's house, i got one of those cool-cheep all in one stereos and my friend (don't remember name) got me black sabbath's greatest hits (beginning of the end)15 st. john dont remember what we did16 supposed to be a big day, know we had a party at my dad's house, a friend of the families got me smokes for my birthday ("you're a man now"), a crossroads, i decided i didn't want to smoke17don't remember18 should be a big deal but don't remember, i did leave the house not to come back till next day and no one noticed and made out w/C that night beginning of 5 or so years 19 in Eugene, god what the hell did i do, i bet C would remember20 in Olympia, don't remember doing much21, start of the gulf war, dad and i drove up to seattle to get my stuff to move back to oly22 was in sf not sure what i did23 still not sure what i did living in dc though24 god where is my memory, i remember some stuff so well but not my birthdays living in dc 25 in dc don't recall exactly doing much - oh ya, Juan and I had a joint b-day party, was stupid though cause it ended up being like 2 seperate parties, we both were disgusted by it and left early social crap continued26 in St. John think we went out for italian food at cafe roma27 in seattle don't think we did much maybe tacked it on to another's b-day28 28 28 what did i do, don't think anything i can remember29 this is becoming a pattern, think someone came up for dinner30 just last year, nothing on the day, went up to vancouver around it though31 this year am at work ate italian food last night (2 for 31) will hang at home this evening, C said should was going to call if so i'll ask her about some of the forgotten ones.
posted by jenne at 12:36 PM
Friday, January 12, 2001
another day of flooding ladrove slow and loud with water hitting all sidesnot problems thoughwas surprisedthe 10 was somehow filled with those that knew how to drive in the rainthere was a funny song on a mix tape about a guy who had to take his date on his bycicle and they could eat at mcdonalds or bk and he gave here a necklace that couldn't be in the water and did she want to get downand he made love like a basketball playerate sushi drank a tea in a can from pokkathat has no sugar no calories and no colouringwalked the promenade with all the wet chickensafter and before the rainit is a friday in tinseltown
posted by jenne at 2:19 PM
in the middle of the cross streetsit smells like honey suckle sweet standing even though its raining and everything is brown anddrowning we made wontons last night and remembered therewas no flour for stickyat the storei had to buy a one dollar donut and at checkout had 18 cents lessand the checker said thats ok, i see the kind of day youve hadsince i had been in twice before same day
posted by jenne at 10:57 AM
Wednesday, January 10, 2001
theres is another painting in her hands like a banner in her handson a parade up and down santa monica blvd.point at it and say thats beautiful its a pastel drawing of vibrant pink flowersshe stops short and says real low and smokeytheyre camelliaswalking in LA i walk in LA and its another world its such a cliche but in LA its moment after private moment and secret histories that one carve out for themselves: in the face of the fantasy machine of sunshine and movie stars and mean people and big mean cars. I feel lucky that i saw the municipal truck driving up and down the street piled high with shiny garlands taller than the cab grabbing tinsel off of every street post passing by a moment you i didnt think about last november when i got home and all the street christmas decoratings were up. who is this lady? where are they going. walking you know, shes getting another hairbrush, this is a different level, i think i live hereive got too much in my hands and its pretty awkwarda big basket, heavy magazines, breakable china dont sit too well in a stack togethermy right ear hears miss missi can only turn my head or i will lose my and my packages all togethera red bearded man in his 50s on a bicycle hands me a pink camelliajust as fast as he hands it to me he runs off pedallingsee you some other timeIm in a city i notice my bags openi freak out and drop all my things and check to seecamera, wallet, all in check and he comes back bysays have a good day missi do.
posted by jenne at 10:18 AM
Tuesday, January 09, 2001
tuesday morningblustery but blue skies and coolnot to your finger tips just to make air freshfeels like the middle of the weeksomedays you knowcan't remember a face i sawthere had to be one in every car i passedand that passed medrove by thousands on the streets and then the 10i went to my least favorite gas station and i remembered whyafter i'd already obligedwhen you've taken the gas cap off it's like already having stepped on the dance floorthe instant pay machine doesn't workthere everthen the guys an a-holebut i would (am) be toifworkis like a funeral todayif it feels like that it must for a reason am i ready for a funeral
posted by jenne at 9:34 AM
Monday, January 08, 2001
gray this amonthe santa monica freewaytraffic fullbut all moving like myselfdulluncaringasleapradiouninsperationali listened to 1 minute of cheap trickthen back letterman top 10 from the night beforetop ten things seigfred might say to roy when calling in the middle of the nightor top ten things that aren't funny that seigfred might say to roy when calling in the middle of the nightthen to talk about the weathergrayradio guy says(after playing "jump"):"wonder when van halen's putting something new outoverdue,wait what am i saying":i pause at a green turn light to space outno one honksi can feel it's been a whilei gonow work is gray and there is light pouring inreflecting on the opposite windowreminding meoverdue for a haircut
posted by jenne at 3:56 PM
Wednesday, December 13, 2000
NEOLOGISM:a) introduction of new words or use of old word in a new senseb)strangeness, novelty
posted by jenne at 11:32 AM
oh to be a thursdayis 4pm and a beer was calling me and i respondedi am learning the great art of self worthor what is it where you drive and there is a humming in the backgroundand you forget that time is being consumedand then you are somewhere else and the time disappearedand so did i but then you are backthen i am back and i see someone to prove itsomeone that knows me from all of the other faces sitting in cars on the 10and that tells me time is moving againhow do you meetwhen does that face and voice and smell and touch become a measure of time and worth and self'cause that is what each of us islove is that and i think or at times know that this is what we come home forwhat we work forwhy we fly planesand build buildings and talkand dressand cleanand thinkand smileand that is why we also don'tat timesmy beer tastes goodtodayis more of a treat than a habit when you don't drink very oftenand it trickles down your throatand a few more drinks from the same bottleand i acquired a goalto feel a lite haze anda softand sometimes you drink for thatbut pass it right byand keep on goingwant the change from hard to soft and so creating itin i am just ramblinga not so wise man in a not so good movie once said"life is like a box of chocolates"had he ever been to LA?
posted by jenne at 5:10 PM
Tuesday, January 16, 2001
today - tuesday - is a birthday daynot surprised but it's being un-eventfulit always is or can be worseso i hold out on anything majori'll try to remember birthdays1 don't remember2 don't remember3 don't remember4 i think we made homemade ice cream in irondale5 or was that this year6 don't remember 7 we had party at our house on sheridan street - played baseball in the yard were about a dozen or so, my friend rod was mean to another friend (who's name i can't remember, other friend went home, later i walked over to his house his mom and sister were upset with me as well, what did i do?)8 don't remember - think this is the year that fran (step-mom) made birthday cake made in shape of trout, and i kissed the girl shannon, who wore party hats on her elbows9 bart was surprised i didn't have carrot cake (mom made cake with lots of cool decorative candies, was good) was in key west10 we went to putt - putt golf /arcade where they had cave and waterfall and giant conch shell and treasure chest, one friend pushed my friend justin's head under the waterfall and he got pissed and was going to walk home but we talked him down was in key west11 don't remember but know we were at power boyds12 don't remember either but i think still at power boyds13 this was at diane's house, we were house sitting jarvis, junie and augustin came over, cheatah(the dog) bit jarvis although barely, we sat on the porch and ate cake14 in olympia, at aunt jane's house, i got one of those cool-cheep all in one stereos and my friend (don't remember name) got me black sabbath's greatest hits (beginning of the end)15 st. john dont remember what we did16 supposed to be a big day, know we had a party at my dad's house, a friend of the families got me smokes for my birthday ("you're a man now"), a crossroads, i decided i didn't want to smoke17don't remember18 should be a big deal but don't remember, i did leave the house not to come back till next day and no one noticed and made out w/C that night beginning of 5 or so years 19 in Eugene, god what the hell did i do, i bet C would remember20 in Olympia, don't remember doing much21, start of the gulf war, dad and i drove up to seattle to get my stuff to move back to oly22 was in sf not sure what i did23 still not sure what i did living in dc though24 god where is my memory, i remember some stuff so well but not my birthdays living in dc 25 in dc don't recall exactly doing much - oh ya, Juan and I had a joint b-day party, was stupid though cause it ended up being like 2 seperate parties, we both were disgusted by it and left early social crap continued26 in St. John think we went out for italian food at cafe roma27 in seattle don't think we did much maybe tacked it on to another's b-day28 28 28 what did i do, don't think anything i can remember29 this is becoming a pattern, think someone came up for dinner30 just last year, nothing on the day, went up to vancouver around it though31 this year am at work ate italian food last night (2 for 31) will hang at home this evening, C said should was going to call if so i'll ask her about some of the forgotten ones.
posted by jenne at 12:36 PM
Friday, January 12, 2001
another day of flooding ladrove slow and loud with water hitting all sidesnot problems thoughwas surprisedthe 10 was somehow filled with those that knew how to drive in the rainthere was a funny song on a mix tape about a guy who had to take his date on his bycicle and they could eat at mcdonalds or bk and he gave here a necklace that couldn't be in the water and did she want to get downand he made love like a basketball playerate sushi drank a tea in a can from pokkathat has no sugar no calories and no colouringwalked the promenade with all the wet chickensafter and before the rainit is a friday in tinseltown
posted by jenne at 2:19 PM
in the middle of the cross streetsit smells like honey suckle sweet standing even though its raining and everything is brown anddrowning we made wontons last night and remembered therewas no flour for stickyat the storei had to buy a one dollar donut and at checkout had 18 cents lessand the checker said thats ok, i see the kind of day youve hadsince i had been in twice before same day
posted by jenne at 10:57 AM
Wednesday, January 10, 2001
theres is another painting in her hands like a banner in her handson a parade up and down santa monica blvd.point at it and say thats beautiful its a pastel drawing of vibrant pink flowersshe stops short and says real low and smokeytheyre camelliaswalking in LA i walk in LA and its another world its such a cliche but in LA its moment after private moment and secret histories that one carve out for themselves: in the face of the fantasy machine of sunshine and movie stars and mean people and big mean cars. I feel lucky that i saw the municipal truck driving up and down the street piled high with shiny garlands taller than the cab grabbing tinsel off of every street post passing by a moment you i didnt think about last november when i got home and all the street christmas decoratings were up. who is this lady? where are they going. walking you know, shes getting another hairbrush, this is a different level, i think i live hereive got too much in my hands and its pretty awkwarda big basket, heavy magazines, breakable china dont sit too well in a stack togethermy right ear hears miss missi can only turn my head or i will lose my and my packages all togethera red bearded man in his 50s on a bicycle hands me a pink camelliajust as fast as he hands it to me he runs off pedallingsee you some other timeIm in a city i notice my bags openi freak out and drop all my things and check to seecamera, wallet, all in check and he comes back bysays have a good day missi do.
posted by jenne at 10:18 AM
Tuesday, January 09, 2001
tuesday morningblustery but blue skies and coolnot to your finger tips just to make air freshfeels like the middle of the weeksomedays you knowcan't remember a face i sawthere had to be one in every car i passedand that passed medrove by thousands on the streets and then the 10i went to my least favorite gas station and i remembered whyafter i'd already obligedwhen you've taken the gas cap off it's like already having stepped on the dance floorthe instant pay machine doesn't workthere everthen the guys an a-holebut i would (am) be toifworkis like a funeral todayif it feels like that it must for a reason am i ready for a funeral
posted by jenne at 9:34 AM
Monday, January 08, 2001
gray this amonthe santa monica freewaytraffic fullbut all moving like myselfdulluncaringasleapradiouninsperationali listened to 1 minute of cheap trickthen back letterman top 10 from the night beforetop ten things seigfred might say to roy when calling in the middle of the nightor top ten things that aren't funny that seigfred might say to roy when calling in the middle of the nightthen to talk about the weathergrayradio guy says(after playing "jump"):"wonder when van halen's putting something new outoverdue,wait what am i saying":i pause at a green turn light to space outno one honksi can feel it's been a whilei gonow work is gray and there is light pouring inreflecting on the opposite windowreminding meoverdue for a haircut
posted by jenne at 3:56 PM
Wednesday, December 13, 2000
NEOLOGISM:a) introduction of new words or use of old word in a new senseb)strangeness, novelty
posted by jenne at 11:32 AM
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