bang- a box falls off the back of a truck.
7:38 AM. Its the day after we changed the clocks for daylight savings time. Or the clocks changed themselves. My eyes peel open to see the grey Brooklyn light lathering the new blinds I installed last night. They are straight enough.
More noises come from the street. I made it. I am here.
My floor has a weird bend in it, but the light wood is soft and clean.
mhh- my back didn't find the soft spot on the rubber inflatable bed last night.
Uhh what do I got to do today? Mail some pictures to an editor- Open that Teller book I got in the mail a week ago.
How cold is it?
44 degrees. No 43. Not bad. Last night was 30 something. I had to run home with my take out french toast so It wouldn't freeze in the 10 minute walk.
--Gotta take a shit- thanks espresso.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Reclusersizing
05.08.10
This thing is gonna be pretty serious. We got lots of surprises up our sleeves. I am gonna show a shit-ton of stuff. Some never seen before stuff too! BRUCE the frame builder has been busy crafting frames for it. MATT has been hustling as well, and put aside his globe trotting schedule to drop it like it's HOT. SJ plans to drive down with a Denver swarm.
A dance party DJ'd by the one and only SANDROCK and DJ Seismic is gonna happen as well. Definitely reminiscent of the dance parties at Polka's house circa 2008.
One last reason? I am graduating and I will be moving away right after. SOLESDOTHIS
-Joey
This thing is gonna be pretty serious. We got lots of surprises up our sleeves. I am gonna show a shit-ton of stuff. Some never seen before stuff too! BRUCE the frame builder has been busy crafting frames for it. MATT has been hustling as well, and put aside his globe trotting schedule to drop it like it's HOT. SJ plans to drive down with a Denver swarm.
A dance party DJ'd by the one and only SANDROCK and DJ Seismic is gonna happen as well. Definitely reminiscent of the dance parties at Polka's house circa 2008.
One last reason? I am graduating and I will be moving away right after. SOLESDOTHIS
-Joey
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Vertigo- Day Four
So I have Vertigo. And it is my fourth day in battle with my equilibrium.
It is probably the worst sickness I can ever recall having, but at least it sounds cool. It sounds menacing and mysterious. I think mainly because it starts with a V, Like Vader, Vlad (the impaler), ect.
Having vertigo is kinda like seeing in 4D. Yes, 4D. It's also freakishly buddhist (I will explain later).
I can't believe that some people suffer from it ad continuum. I think the easiest way for me to show you what it feels like is to show you this painting by Van Gogh.
Maybe he had pinche vertigo too, because everything seems to be floating. Thats the weird thing about it. Everything is always moving toward you or away from you. It is like everything has its own energy. (That was the buddhist part). The only time you feel good is when you lay down and stay still.
Hopefully I will be better tomorrow!
It is probably the worst sickness I can ever recall having, but at least it sounds cool. It sounds menacing and mysterious. I think mainly because it starts with a V, Like Vader, Vlad (the impaler), ect.
Having vertigo is kinda like seeing in 4D. Yes, 4D. It's also freakishly buddhist (I will explain later).
I can't believe that some people suffer from it ad continuum. I think the easiest way for me to show you what it feels like is to show you this painting by Van Gogh.
Maybe he had pinche vertigo too, because everything seems to be floating. Thats the weird thing about it. Everything is always moving toward you or away from you. It is like everything has its own energy. (That was the buddhist part). The only time you feel good is when you lay down and stay still.
Hopefully I will be better tomorrow!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Roads Are Icy
The roads are icy.
•notes and human relationships and interactions.
There is a point of common meeting either physical or mental in which an agreement to talk is made. Sometimes you do not consent to this idea, which may be misinterpreted as you filling the role of a listener. Some people pull you to them and you will listen. Not because you want to but out of politeness.
Many one sided relationships are founded and continued based on the notion of being polite. It can be the glue that fills the void between two parties, who as in most cases differ from each other. Though if the gap is too large, politeness does not go far enough.
Carrying on relationships is difficult. Avoidance of relationships is perceived as egotistical or irresponsible.
Sometimes people manifest their own desires into other people. I am not sure if it is by accident or done purposefully. It is worrisome. Or is it? The people around you will change you. I believe that to be inherent of societal living.
I wish I could run from the whole thing but that would make me guilty too.
•notes and human relationships and interactions.
There is a point of common meeting either physical or mental in which an agreement to talk is made. Sometimes you do not consent to this idea, which may be misinterpreted as you filling the role of a listener. Some people pull you to them and you will listen. Not because you want to but out of politeness.
Many one sided relationships are founded and continued based on the notion of being polite. It can be the glue that fills the void between two parties, who as in most cases differ from each other. Though if the gap is too large, politeness does not go far enough.
Carrying on relationships is difficult. Avoidance of relationships is perceived as egotistical or irresponsible.
Sometimes people manifest their own desires into other people. I am not sure if it is by accident or done purposefully. It is worrisome. Or is it? The people around you will change you. I believe that to be inherent of societal living.
I wish I could run from the whole thing but that would make me guilty too.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
As things thaw
He is dead, and he didn't even see it coming.
I can imagine him sitting in a royal blue sedan. The seatbelt pulling against his left arm. His left leg on the tarmat dangling. He was wearing black rayban sunglasses, hiding eyes that had stopped.
He was halfway out of that car when his world stopped.
Readying to go back to work when his heartbeat stopped.
He was held like a flower under the snow, with a slow encumbering grip. There was no violence and no resistance. The wave of white held him still.
There was no time for remembrance. The winter had come.
I can imagine him sitting in a royal blue sedan. The seatbelt pulling against his left arm. His left leg on the tarmat dangling. He was wearing black rayban sunglasses, hiding eyes that had stopped.
He was halfway out of that car when his world stopped.
Readying to go back to work when his heartbeat stopped.
He was held like a flower under the snow, with a slow encumbering grip. There was no violence and no resistance. The wave of white held him still.
There was no time for remembrance. The winter had come.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Somedays Go
I don't plan these things
Another Semester of school has come to a close. Months go by quicker when you are not watching. Soon we will be into summer and we won't even be able to render our accounts.
Living a life connected to seasons is interesting. You are always looking forward, and making efforts to attribute a change in weather to the start of a new season.
Winter
I think of winter as cold white death. I am not trying to aim for the connotation you are imagining. It is like a flower that is snowed upon. The flower stands yellow for some time then the frost grip of winter stops the flowers growth. It doesn't kill it. At least I don't think so. It holds it still. As still as anything can ever be. The flower is in a state of reflection. It is the balance to the days of summer, when little thought occurs, and when life is moved by action.
Another Semester of school has come to a close. Months go by quicker when you are not watching. Soon we will be into summer and we won't even be able to render our accounts.
Living a life connected to seasons is interesting. You are always looking forward, and making efforts to attribute a change in weather to the start of a new season.
Winter
I think of winter as cold white death. I am not trying to aim for the connotation you are imagining. It is like a flower that is snowed upon. The flower stands yellow for some time then the frost grip of winter stops the flowers growth. It doesn't kill it. At least I don't think so. It holds it still. As still as anything can ever be. The flower is in a state of reflection. It is the balance to the days of summer, when little thought occurs, and when life is moved by action.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Reunion Tour 2008
Back at the house that was built on a sandy foundation maybe 40 years ago.
A short blonde head talks to me about "Goo and guts." My mind is in another place though.
It's as fragmented as the water that pours from the sky as rain and I wish it would puddle to give me some kind of reflection but it won't.
This is supposed to be a bad storm. The rain hits the pavement with intention and aggression.
Why the fuck am I here?
I can't really tell you.
It is nice to see some people that I have missed for quite some time. It is nice to see the ocean. It is nice to surprise people.
But there are other things too, certain doors that are better not to knock on and to let be.
A lot of kids from high school bum me out. Friends with kids, strapped for cash, and the listless problems of being married at 20.
Thats a hard reality pill to swallow.
I could move a couple of things around and be in New York for dinner tomorrow.
My life doesn't make sense.
I am afraid I am becoming the people I used to hate. I don't have an attention span for anything mildly uninteresting. Arrogance comes out of my mouth without knowing it sometimes. " I don't have time for that." "Are they paying me?"
That is how my days run.
Soon enough I'll be able to buy out the sky and make the call on when it rains too.
Just watch me.
Back at the house that was built on a sandy foundation maybe 40 years ago.
A short blonde head talks to me about "Goo and guts." My mind is in another place though.
It's as fragmented as the water that pours from the sky as rain and I wish it would puddle to give me some kind of reflection but it won't.
This is supposed to be a bad storm. The rain hits the pavement with intention and aggression.
Why the fuck am I here?
I can't really tell you.
It is nice to see some people that I have missed for quite some time. It is nice to see the ocean. It is nice to surprise people.
But there are other things too, certain doors that are better not to knock on and to let be.
A lot of kids from high school bum me out. Friends with kids, strapped for cash, and the listless problems of being married at 20.
Thats a hard reality pill to swallow.
I could move a couple of things around and be in New York for dinner tomorrow.
My life doesn't make sense.
I am afraid I am becoming the people I used to hate. I don't have an attention span for anything mildly uninteresting. Arrogance comes out of my mouth without knowing it sometimes. " I don't have time for that." "Are they paying me?"
That is how my days run.
Soon enough I'll be able to buy out the sky and make the call on when it rains too.
Just watch me.
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