That is a great idea!
Right now the keys on my keyboard are covered and sticky with Pomegranate juice. I went downtown and bought some canvas...then I was walking and noticed fruit out in front of a small convenience store. The moment came when I realized that there would never be fruit outside of a store in November where I used to live. Not because it's too cold but because there is no one on the streets to buy it. It made me realize again how happy I am to be here. How glad I am that I made the decision to come!
I had another moment on the street car home when some guy started talking about my canvas...I realized how not cool it is to talk to people on public transit...it's like an unspoken law that you mind your our business or something. This guy was going on about drawing lines and curves and colours. "You have to be really good to draw curves," he claimed. "You're not going to use watercolours on that are you...no no...bright colours...colours that you can see!" he breathed.
The streetcar was packed and I felt strange with him staring at my empty art and talking to me with the confidence of a 5 year old. It's just not cool to interrupt peoples boredom on the fucking train...I don't know why but it's just not.
i had a moment today ... also a public transit moment. i was sitting next to a guy whose coat was covered in dog hair. not a thorough cotaing or anything, but enough to tell from sitting next to him that he owned a dog, ya know? anyways ... it reminded me of my best friend from years and years ago, because she had 3 dogs and was ALWAYS covered in dog hair. and then it also reminded me that i have no idea what happened to her since 12th grade. and i still have her phone number ... but im too scared to even call. what if her number has changed and ive lost her for good? as long as i dont call, i will never hear the automated message tell me that her number is disconnected.
BTW ... no bum pictures!!
and yours is great, by the way
There was a quote I heard once. Something like:
"I want my life to be made of only moments... one after the other"
I like the art and the fire spinning. I hope we get to meet in December. Maybe I should bring my tools and we can find a beach or yard somewhere to spin.
I haven't had a moment in the longest time. it's real dull where my brain is. your drawings are amazing and your ass looks pretty good for a 65 y/o guy.
I was listening to Chanticleer which is an all male chamber choir. They're absolutely amazing. Some of those men can sing way higher than I can. If you have any appreciation of classical/choir music I HIGHLY reccomend them.
Being reunited with my lover after consistent cycles of seperation causes incredible moments. Its amazing to re-live all the things that made you fall in love with someone.
It's been incredible.
yeah...i'm not cool either...i talk and am super nice to everyone in this city that's not cool. just on transit...cause it's so quiet...it's weird...out of courtesy to others i just don't communicate with random people on the streetcar. i don't know why it has to be this way. it's an unspoken law here.
the first time i saw the mountains was when i was 16 and i started to cry. but i was a big hippie poet back then too so...haha.
ah yes, extreme hugs are essential and much needed in extreme situations.
I guess my last "moment" was this weekend when I was laying on the couch at my parent's house after a horribly upsetting night under a cozy blanket while my mom put on soothing music and made me hot chocolate and I realized that I can always go home and be a kid again. It was nice.
actually i meant, so does thursday. i have no baskets, they are against my religion. however, in answer to your question, i pick ice cream in a cold rain because i love ice cream, i love cold rain, and i love being too cold and having to warm up preferably in a hot shower with someone hot.
Right now the keys on my keyboard are covered and sticky with Pomegranate juice. I went downtown and bought some canvas...then I was walking and noticed fruit out in front of a small convenience store. The moment came when I realized that there would never be fruit outside of a store in November where I used to live. Not because it's too cold but because there is no one on the streets to buy it. It made me realize again how happy I am to be here. How glad I am that I made the decision to come!
I had another moment on the street car home when some guy started talking about my canvas...I realized how not cool it is to talk to people on public transit...it's like an unspoken law that you mind your our business or something. This guy was going on about drawing lines and curves and colours. "You have to be really good to draw curves," he claimed. "You're not going to use watercolours on that are you...no no...bright colours...colours that you can see!" he breathed.
The streetcar was packed and I felt strange with him staring at my empty art and talking to me with the confidence of a 5 year old. It's just not cool to interrupt peoples boredom on the fucking train...I don't know why but it's just not.