Just got back from the best reading I've evr been to, it was at the Hugo House on Capital Hill (in Seattle), so mad I got there so late. I missed nearly the whole first half waiting for my ride, shut the door way too hard and looked like an idiot when we got there. o poo.
Great great reading. The atmosphere was fantatic, dim reddish lighting and cool artsy setup, well-spaced. Each writer would each read for only a few minutes and give way to another, instead of one guy droning on and on, and for the most part they were not only good writers but good speakers. There was an older mulatto woman in this cool silk mideastern garb who kept saying kablaam.
Talked to one of the writers after it was over about time being an agreed-upon convention and having no place in an objective reality. I'll get into this in a later blog when there's more time. I like it when people see things like I do, as long as they remain in the minority. That way I can still feel unique. Also about thought transcending language, something I was talking with my know-it-all mom about recently and and shortly b/c she really pissed me off.
On the way there I found this awesome african music station on the radio. such happy music. the first song I heard he kept saying "sometimes I have my worries" and it was on at 7:15 I will call the station and find out what it was. One of my new year resolutions was to be make music a bigger part of my life.
I couldnt help but notice that there was no frost on the cars in capital hill, only up here n the northside. I wonder if that's a reason the housing is cheaper up here. Myself I like it. It helps convey the season to us. And maybe it saves us money too. That would be cool.
As a side note I just found a DELICIOUS desert. Some sort of asian thing or another, bought it a few days ago at a vietnamese market for only a buck 25. "Che Khoai Mon" whatever that means. YOUVE GOT TO TRY IT IS WHAT IT MEANS. I didnt know what it was when I saw it and no one spoke english over there so I just decided to pick it up. It's been sitting i the fridge, I'm surprised it's taken me this long to get to it.normally I eat EVERYthing. I tried to test it on my mom but she wasnt having it. A mix of a coconut-based cream and an unidentitified thick chewy green gum-jello-like substance with glitter looking stuff on it, chewy water-chestnut-looking things in the middle that I hope were't bull balls. I ran out of the creme and added some coconut milk but it wasnt that same.
I'm gonna go get drunk. It'll be the first time since LAST YEAR
Great great reading. The atmosphere was fantatic, dim reddish lighting and cool artsy setup, well-spaced. Each writer would each read for only a few minutes and give way to another, instead of one guy droning on and on, and for the most part they were not only good writers but good speakers. There was an older mulatto woman in this cool silk mideastern garb who kept saying kablaam.
Talked to one of the writers after it was over about time being an agreed-upon convention and having no place in an objective reality. I'll get into this in a later blog when there's more time. I like it when people see things like I do, as long as they remain in the minority. That way I can still feel unique. Also about thought transcending language, something I was talking with my know-it-all mom about recently and and shortly b/c she really pissed me off.
On the way there I found this awesome african music station on the radio. such happy music. the first song I heard he kept saying "sometimes I have my worries" and it was on at 7:15 I will call the station and find out what it was. One of my new year resolutions was to be make music a bigger part of my life.
I couldnt help but notice that there was no frost on the cars in capital hill, only up here n the northside. I wonder if that's a reason the housing is cheaper up here. Myself I like it. It helps convey the season to us. And maybe it saves us money too. That would be cool.
As a side note I just found a DELICIOUS desert. Some sort of asian thing or another, bought it a few days ago at a vietnamese market for only a buck 25. "Che Khoai Mon" whatever that means. YOUVE GOT TO TRY IT IS WHAT IT MEANS. I didnt know what it was when I saw it and no one spoke english over there so I just decided to pick it up. It's been sitting i the fridge, I'm surprised it's taken me this long to get to it.normally I eat EVERYthing. I tried to test it on my mom but she wasnt having it. A mix of a coconut-based cream and an unidentitified thick chewy green gum-jello-like substance with glitter looking stuff on it, chewy water-chestnut-looking things in the middle that I hope were't bull balls. I ran out of the creme and added some coconut milk but it wasnt that same.
I'm gonna go get drunk. It'll be the first time since LAST YEAR
you still tanked? jealous. bet you're sleeping too.....grrrr.....here's me amping the volume & WAKIN YOU UP with some happy music.
have an awesome day on vacation
signed,
time is subjective, a man-made concept and has no place in objective reality....until you have to wake up at 6 to go to work & pay some bills