Sunday, March 05, 2006

WanderingAndWonderingAndWarbling

WanderingAndWonderingAndWarbling

so, i just fell in love.

his name is earl.

yes, he is a frog.

we are very happy...

we will have beautiful babies. wait and see!

link to more pics...
more tattoos, more people, more crazy times, more flabbergastingness, oh, and earl, too!

no way i can sum it up...so i won't even try.
but life is insane...and i love it...

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

too much to think about...

this is the first time i've had to catch my breath...

everyone is asleep...everything is quiet...for once.

i haven't been this overwhelmed in a long time...well, that's probably a lie, i get overwhelmed a lot, actually...life tends to lend itself to being overwhelming...

so much has happened, i can't seem to keep track of it all...a lifetime of drama and discovery in a matter of days...all quite unreal....life imitating what..? art? poetry? dream? day-time soap opera?

someone who was a stranger, recognizing how we are never really strangers to one another...it's amazing how things change, how they stay the same...

sincerity can be terrifying at times...realizing that someone who met you only a matter of days ago is willing to sacrifice everything, willing to throw away everything to be with me...realizing that i can't handle that, knowing that people want to make sacrifices for me, for just a "chance", that is truthfully terrifying for me. It's all i can do to not run away and hide...escaping that strange sense of responsibility and guilt.

having marriage proposals, promises of forever, poems, vitamins, songs written and thrown at me...i don't know what to do...i am incapable of handling that kind of intensity right now...i can't handle the thought of being someone's "one", being "perfect" in their eyes, being the one they want to lose themselves in.....and it's shocking for me to actually say that "I can't handle this..." ...but i can't...not now. Right now is for me...for me being my "one"...i can't be someone else's. Now is for me being my imperfect self...now if the time for finding, not losing.

these past few days have really taught me that there are times when we are capable of something, and moments when we find ourselves completely incapable...it's amazing, fear. How we push away that which we know is good for us...how we long for disorder, for being unbalanced, for not letting ourselves feel safe...we don't want to find ourselves at the end of a sentence, even if we are presented with the perfect punctuation...we want a run-on.

and, i have just been presened with what i know is the perfect punctuation...and i am running away from it...i am pushing it from me... i don't want to be completed...i don't want to be the one to complete. Not now, anyway.

The definition of selfishness perhaps.

it's all so confused, and i know i am hurting and disappointing people...but there is nothing that i can do...i've tried so hard in the past not to disappoint others, and what ends up happening is that i disappoint myself, and then i feel doubly guilty...and eventually everyone loses.

i just need to be on my own, to figure things out, to breathe.

....
i will bullet point the rest...
i am not doing too well healthwise, i can hardly breathe at night...i get very little sleep, for numerous reasons...under a lot of stress, different kinds. All kinds.

it is insanely hot and humid here in brisbane, it makes being sick all the more fun.
(k, i'm done complaining...)

--my host family is wonderful, i love them all...they have been taking such good care of me...and they all already feel like family...
--leaving sydney was hard...our last night was amazing though...combine getting pushed around in a shopping cart at 2am with piles of chocolate with parks with amazing people, and there you have it.
--got a cocktail named after me (my host sis works as a bartender at a lesbian club..so she got us tons of free drinks...drank something called a squashed frog..tasty)...now there's something called the "heather special"...and it is lethal!
--had an impromptu dance party in a kebab shop..the shop owner was awesome, he turned off the lights and turned up the music and had us dancing on his tables and stools...then he gave us all hugs afterwards...
--went to the most famous club in brisbane...and got in with flip flops b/c the bouncer was cool and she decided to be nice and sneak me in..
--saw TONS of amazing live musicians...blues, jazz, soul...love it all!
--ate something called a "hedgehog"...it's actually this meatloaf kind of thing, but i was excited by the name... :-)
--saw some amazing australian stand up comedy...had me in tears!
--woke up to the sound of baby wild turkeys
--saw some amazing art, a series of photos of a house that essentially is like one continuous poem...each week, they repaint a new poetic line on its walls...amazing!

i am exhausted,
will never be able to complain of boredom.
night!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

saying goodbye...

Brilliant…fucking brilliant!

I am awash with it all…

Got my new tattoo today…it’s this design on my shoulderblade that I made that has the words “ergo sum” (which is in reference to the Descarte statement “cogito ergo sum” which means, “I think therefore I am”)…but my tat says only “therefore I am”, b/c that is enough, in my eyes.…and the design changes meanings depending on how you look at it…it looks a bit like an abstract bird from one angle (which is what my totem is, both in the Hawaiian and aboriginal cultures), and an abstract figure reaching out from the other..and it incorporates some spirals that refer to the circularity of life (and the aboriginal belief that spirals are the truest explanation)…and it expresses elements of fleetingness…which is definitely a theme.

I like leaving things open to interpretation…I like having others see different things…and I like things to have multiple meanings at the same time…that’s why my wrist tat can say either “within the moment” or “the moment within”, depending on how you read it…

I feel like it reflects how things in life are usually never JUST what they appear to be..there are countless angles and layers, you just have to be willing to see them…you have to be willing to tilt your head…

…and got my wrist one redone, which was insane, it’s odd to choose to go through excruciating pain all over again (still hurt like nothing else…)..thankfully yarrow and aaron were there with me, and I nearly squeezed yarrow’s thumb off….but she was sweet and didn’t complain…love that girl…she kept on inhaling sharply b/c she was having sympathy pains, and she got to see/hear me bleed…poor thing, she was quite pale…but she took care of me afterwards..

and we were walking downtown and I still had the bandages on my wrist and shoulderblade..and the bandages are essentially paper towels and tape, and I told yarrow that people were probably going to think I was just incredibly strange, wearing paper towels as a fashion statement of some kind…she assured me that people would know it was from a tat…but, lo and behold, this irish man stopped us and started talking to me…and we had a nice random conversation, and he started joking with me and told me to stop wearing paper towels…I laughed pretty damn hard, b/c his timing was perfect. :-)

ah..in regards to timing…I had a little experience the other night that reminded me that I am, in many ways, a hypocrite…I tell people to be gutsy and take chances, and to not hesitate b/c life is short and you might not realize what you are missing…but, the other night, I found myself in a situation where I should not have hesitated b/c I KNEW it was something special…that beauty of fleeting connection that you can share with someone from across the room…I knew I shouldn’t hesitate, but then something happened at the exact moment that she was walking towards me (after hours of shy and genuine eye contact, she had gotten up the guts to come talk to me)…a drunk irish man that had been trying to get me to dance with him all night (he had even pulled up his shirt and rubbed his nipples….i guess maybe in ireland that is supposed to be a great way to pick up girls at an all-girl club, who knows) chose tha moment to grab me and start kissing my neck and face…and before I could push him away, she had already stopped, given me this sad look, let her eyes fall to the floor, turned around, and then walked out the door…. It was a situation that I knew that there was something I should have done…it was like a play, and you know what your lines are as a character…but before you can figure out how to pronounce them , it is too late…All the way home I was about to turn around, but then I didn’t…and I spent the rest of the night kicking myself, b/c the “not knowing” is so excruciating…and watching as something (hypothetically this applies as well) walks out a door, knowing that you are supposed to follow, that they are waiting for you to follow them…and then hesitating, and then never knowing what you missed, what just walked out of that door…ah, the missed chances in life...they haunt you...

ah, so the moral to this story is that heather needs to start listening to her own advice…I haven’t felt too much regret recently, at least not about the important things..i try to be honest and put all my cards on the table (I’ve tried not to hesitate or hold back…b/c some things are too precious to hesitate or hold back from b/c of fear of being hurt), so this was a harsh reminder that I still have the capacity to fall into that trap of uncertain hesitation that comes from being (to put it bluntly) a chickenshit. No poetic way around it. Ironically, walking home, I passed by this store that was selling gumballs, and there was this sign that said “2 balls for $1”…talk about a sign. :-)

On another note:
Unintentionally got lost yesterday for an hour with Aaron…t’was awesome…I love being lost and choosing randomly which paths to take…and it was dusk, which is even better…it’s that undecided time between day and night…a very poetic time…he was a great sport…my dorky excitement was luckily contagious, b/c we were wasting a TON of gas…I felt so bad, so I bought him an ice cream cone (a whopping 30 cents..i am a big spender!)…and I have a lot of guilt with this boy, b/c he essentially changed all his plans to return to Melbourne so he could hang around with me…but I was not interested in him as more than a friend…and I ended up hurting his feelings, and I feel terrible about it, b/c things were really awkward for a while, and he’s such a sweet sweet boy…but thankfully, we had a great time getting lost together…and now things are much happier and smiley…

Randomness:
Was getting sushi, and saw this girl with a shirt that said “victim of pleasure”..

Was walking down the street and spotted this girl in a café that had my shirt…the one that has a goat on it and says “goats really like to nibble” ( the one certain ppl think is scandalous and suggestive—MARY LYNNE!!!..but it really isn’t, it’s just cute and random, I promise)…I did a double take, and it made me smile wide..she probably thought I was crazy..but no worries!

Right now I am in the process of saying goodbye to Sydney and my little makeshift family of friends that I will probably never see again…so sad. We are all going out as a huge group for tapas and sangria and laughs...We have all gotten so attached to each other…and last night I just met some other really cool girls that are staying at the Arundel House..and I’m leaving tomorrow! And just got an email from Stefan (the Swedish boy who I had a fantastic time talking to) asking if I remembered him and if we could get together to hang out and talk more….but I am leaving tomorrow, and all these people keep on popping up and reminding me of how wonderful they are…Ah..timing!!

But so many things in life are fleeting…and that makes them all the more precious…

I have completely fallen in love with this city…the way it breathes, the people, the bats that come out at night, the smell of the air when it is wet, the certain brand of Sydney smiles and swagger, the way I feel when I wake up in the morning and look out my window…I’m going to miss it all…getting attached to things you know you have to leave is lovely and painful…but I couldn’t keep myself separated and untouched, b/c then what would be the point…there would be no point.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

the crazy city

back to the insanity of the city...

had a sushi picnic in the park, in the rain....awesomely windy and the bats were going crazy!!!

we tried to buy some laundry soap...and were so tickled by this bottle (that we THOUGHT was laundry detergent) that had a duck on it, named Fluffy (which made me sentimental)...so we bought it...washed our clothes and then realized that it was fabric SOFTENER....so our clothes were soft, but still dirty...smart us....watch out for duckies that mislead you...good lesson

was walking down the street, waiting at a stoplight..and these people drove by and screamed "i love you" to me...made me laugh out loud...i like spontanaeity...

i was gone most of the day...and when i got back, i got the warmest welcome i have ever received...when i opened the door, yarrow grabbed me and swung me around for about 5 minutes...everyone starting clapping and screaming "where were you!!!?? we thought you were dead!!! oh my god...you are alive...weeeee!!!!!" ....i love these gals...we have a fucking blast together...

later we had a crazy night of absinth..and it was freeking amazing....that stuff is strong...woo boy...i now know why it's illegal in the states...we made a fort in our room, ended up giggling on the floor, lit candles, yarrow dripped hot wax on me by accident...we were planning to write random letters to strangers..but never got around to it (next time)....we toasted to life and beauty and friendship and taking chances...and there were SO many hugs...we made friends with several bus drivers...and were total goofs, as usual! we thought we were hallucintaing when we were walking down the street and saw this giant blow up penis in someone's car, coming through the moon roof....but no, we weren't hallucinating, we got a picture of it...must have been a bachelorette party or something...we stopped right in the middle of the intersection and stared, and after we realized that we were ALL seeing it, started cracking up...

and later went out dancing at a lesbian club called "bitch" and had an ABSOLUTE blast (amazing dj, crazy atmosphere)....danced our arses off!!!! Amusing..b/c they stamp you with the word "bitch", so they know to let you back in...but mine partially rubbed off, so it read "itch"...and a girl came up to me and handed me one of the best come on lines i've heard...her (staring down at my hand): "so...you have an itch? ....(dramatic pause)..if i'm nice, can i scratch it?..." ....inventive, and highly situational...

we all had a kickass time...everyone was uber friendly..and i don't think i've been around that many women in one room ever before...a bit overwhelming...but there were tons of smiles and sweetness and spontaneity...

when we were walking back later (4am or so)...this guy started to follow us..a bit sketch...but we started talking, and he made up an on the spot poem for me...it was pretty damn cool...we talked about how there is a certain time of night when you cannot outrun your shadow..how there is a certain time at night when there is no past, only present...i was loving talking to him..since i am fond of random conversations with strangers...but later, we realized that he was a drug dealer, and he tried to push ice (the drug, not the frozen water stuff) on us, ....at least the poetic part was nice...i think i trust people too easily...eee.

anyhow...i'm sick at the moment....fever, achey muscles, chills, headache, raw throat, fatigue...trying to get healthier...don't like being sicky...urgh...

i'm going on a hunt for vitamin C....i've been living on smoothies and sushi...mmmmyeah.

more pics are up...if you're interested...
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Friday, February 03, 2006

amazing...

so, there really is no way to sum up this past week...
being at the aboriginal camp was one of the most amazing experiences i've had...the warmth and love and sense of connectedness was like nothing i've ever come across before...
i think i may have to bullet point...
--the entire time we were there, it was in the 100s...humid, and blazing sun...intense...many of us almost passed out from heat stroke...

--first day i was there, i got bit in two places by green ants, which was one of the most painful things i've felt...feels like you are burning, and it lasted for 4 hours...fun fun.

--literally burned myself with a piece of hot metal wire while i was desiging my emu instrument...now i have a lovely 'ol scar that will always remind me of my time there...

--learned more about life than i can express right now...--patience, jealousy, selflessness, honesty, being genuine, fear...

--got one of the most amazing hugs of my life...made me burst into tears when the grandmother held me, looked straight into my eyes and said..."you, you're a good one..i can tell....you're one of the reasons i held on this long..so i could hold you in this moment"..i can't begin to explain how that made me feel....

--laid out under the stars...I have NEVER seen so many stars in my life....talked about love and taking chances...talked about racism, spirituality, trust, what we want out of life, what life wants out of us...--intense bonding...intense physical exertion...intense everything.

--heard some of the dirtiest jokes i have EVER heard in my life around the aboriginal campfire...hilarious...saw an impromptu pole dance (well, a big stick)...bizzare cultural overlappings..

--we all had a dance performance, topless...the guys were nearly naked...we painted each other, and it was one of the most liberating experiences for all of us...to just look at each other and recognize how beautiful everyone is...to be comfortable in your own skin...one of the girls told me that it was the first time she had ever felt beautiful in her life....we both ended up in tears...

--after the final performance everyone (about 30 of us) ran down to the river in the pitch dark and went skinny dipping...there was ochre everywhere where it was coming off of us...so much laughing and "oh my god, this is amazing" moments for all of us...we all floated there and stared up at the stars...beautiful, so beautiful.

--saying goodbye about killed me...a few of us were sobbing on the bus...felt like i had been given another home, another family, another world...amazing gifts...

--there is no word for "goodbye" in any of the aboriginal languages...i wish that our language didn't have a word for it either....it's a word that doesn't make sense...

--there is simply too much to recount right now...but let me say that it was one of the most awe-inspiring moments in my life....

left me breathless....people are so beautiful...it all is.

Friday, January 27, 2006

ABSOLUTE insanity!!!!!

Oh my god…yeah…this has been the most scandalous few days…EVER!
Warning…to the parents…do NOT read on if you don’t want to hear things…I know y’all get retroactive fear/worry…so, don’t read anything past the point I tell you to…unless you are sitting down. :-)

Ok…so, rated G stuff first…

I have decided that in my next life I want to come back as a sailboat…we went on a boat down the Paramatta river…and I was in heaven! Something about the wind blowing through your hair, the sky, the water, the sway…it was unbelievably glorious…
We took the boat to Blacktown, a few of us had a dinner of an ice cream cone and fries…mmm…then we went to see a performance in someone’s backyard…it was all about racism, and how we internalize it…never seen anything like it…it was possibly one of the most intense performances I have seen…left me stunned…

Then, yesterday, it was Australia Day (like our Independence Day)…we ended up going to “Invasion Day” which is the aboriginal form of the day…went to an all-aboriginal community, heard some amazing speeches, great music, fantastic food…almost cried, sitting there on the grass, looking around at all the people, all the families, they were all smiling so hugely and it was just fucking brilliantly beautiful…so much love that day, at a time when there are so many reasons for there to be resentment….amazing…

Later, we went to see fireworks down at the harbour…I LOVVVVVEEE fireworks…it was awesome…we walked all the way back home, we were being total goofs, some of us decided to climb this wall…I taught this boy, Richard (from England) how to skip…and all of us skipped back home…brilliant.

At the moment I have sand EVERYWHERE…in my ears, in my eyes, in my throat, in my teeth…We went to the beach today, and Yarrow and I had a wrestling match in the sand (lasted for about 15 minutes…intense..quite a workout)…and we made quite a ruckus, and quite a crowd gathered to watch us…I haven’t laughed so hard in a really long time…it was wonderful…we were both extremely competitive, and it must have been the most hilarious thing to watch…we both got mouthfuls of sand b/c we couldn’t stop laughing through the whole thing…when we had ice cream afterwards, it was unusually crunchy. Eee…But today at the beach was fun, we all did some topless sunbathing…it’s no big deal here, and everyone is really comfortable with everybody else…it’s nice how we can just be ourselves…when we were in the water, Yarrow Kerri and I took turns getting on each others shoulders and pretending to be horses and charing into the waves yelling “tally ho!”….it was brilliant! It was kind of hard for me, b/c I was the shortest horse…so we had a few close calls of horse drownings…;-)
It’s fantastic…yarrow and I just have a flippin blast together…she told me today that I am her “favourite”…and we just looked at each other, both went “aww”, and then couldn’t stop laughing for the next 5 minutes…she kerri and I are going to stay near the beach in a hostel for our week off…we are in love with Sydney… I don’t want to leave…I’m getting so attached and sentimental already. :-(

Today was amazing…started off with a BRILLIANT lecturer…an English professor from Canberra gave two lectures, and I was so excited about what we were talking about (it was ridiculous, actually…I was working on 3 hours of sleep, and hearinh him talk made me feel like I could run a mile!!!)…Marcy and Debbie (our two chaperones) kept on looking over at me, b/c they knew I was excited and I was smiling like a fool…but, goD! I LOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE English…love words…love hearing about how people use them , what they have to say, what an amazing tool language is…I was seriously aroused throughout the entire lecture…my heart started racing…i’m sure my eyes were dilated…and what was absolutely insane was that when I first started doing research on aboriginal writing, weeks ago..i came across this phrase “black words on a white page” which struck me as insanely brilliant, and was an “eureka” moment…and believe it or not…our lecturer was the one who wrote that..!!!!!! That’s the title of his book…my jaw dropped to the floor, and I just kind of stared at him…I was furiously taking notes…everything he said got me thinking, and I went off on tangent after tangent…I felt like I was gorging on some kind of delicacy…it was sinful! LOVVEED IT!

afterwards we talked, and of course I babbled on about how amazing it was to meet the man behind the words, having had no idea! Talk about serendipity! Planned Happenstance (that’s for you Mary Lynne!!!!)….we both got really excited, and ended up accidentally ignoring the rest of the class, but we got so caught up in it…and he GAVE me his book…Walking out of that classroom this morning, holding that book, I was like a kid with candy…skipped all the way home. Total dork...but someone’s gotta do it!

Ok, let’s see, more rated G stuff…ummm..
Life is good…we go to the aboriginal camp tomorrow…I am sooooo excited…it is going to be amazing!!!

Ok..so here’s the stuff (dad and mary lynne) you shouldn’t read if you are weak of heart…

So…
Ok. No worries…it was quite the experience…I am in one piece…nothing too dangerous, mostly bizarre and slightly uncomfortable…

What happened is that Dain and I went back to Oxford street last night…went to Arq, which is the most famous gay club in the entire country (world famous apparently)…we got in for free, which was amazing, it was absolutely PACKED To the seams…almost got stuck in a revolving door, had a good laugh about that…then we saw the most hilarious drag performance I have ever seen…it was fantastic…the costumes…whew!

anyway…since it was just dain and I there, we had fun walking around at first, people watching and just taking it easy…we talked about travel and life and life-changing moments…anyway…so, as we were talking, people come up to us and start chatting us up…this girl (her name is Menya) comes up behind me with her friend, says, and I quote “you are hot, do you want to go into the bathroom with us?!”…talk about blunt…I was so taken aback that I didn’t know what to say…they spent a bit trying to convince me to have a three-way with them…Dain was just standing there smiling at me (he was not a real big help)…but they were both really nice, and we all got to talking, finally Menya’s friend goes off…Menya follows me around, I’m fine with just talking (well, shouting really), we talk about our lives, she’s originally from New York, she got married to an Australian transvestite so she could get an Australian citizenship…now she’s planning on going to paris to live…we had a good chat…then, when I’m standing there watching the drag show, this other girl decides to hit on me (the aussies are pretty upfront about these kinds of things)…anyway, Menya actually tells the girl off, then she literally pulled me through the entire club, walked me up to each girl that was there, pointed to each one, and telling me that I was hotter than each one…told me I could have anyone in the club, asked me, point blank, to pick someone out…I told her that that was completely ridiculous…but she actually took offense, and said that humility is overrated, and if I could pick anyone I should….it was one of the most awkward few moments of my life…have never felt so uncomfortable..i finally managed to get her to let go of my wrist, and attempted to go to the bathroom…BAD Idea…on the way to the bathroom, I got “befriended” by a pack of Irish gay boys who took it upon themselves to take turns hugging me and kissing me on the cheek and spinning me around…it was cute, they had lovely accents…but I had to pee…so, I go into the bathroom, as soon as I come in, everyone in there (about 20 or so guys and girls) look at me, point, and then gently grab my arm and pull me into this bathroom stall…so, there I was surrounded by 10 or so very drunk and friendly gay boys who told me I was beautiful and offered me some Special K (which is a hardcore horse tranquilizer)..then 3 of them proposed to me…I gracefully declined, (the proposals and the drugs) told them I had to get back to my friend, but before I left they insisted that I let each of them kiss me on the cheek, asked me what my name was, then started serenading me…finally I manage to get out of the bathroom (still having to pee), then Menya is there, waiting for me, then she pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and had me watch her give me a pole dance…apparently she used to be a stripper…and she definitely was really talented, it takes a lot of muscle….so I clapped for her…and we joked around, and things finally got somewhat normal between us…she ushered me out of the club, and we got some air, had an AMAZING talk about all kinds of things…then one of her guys friends came out, and he was so insanely drunk, I have NEVER seen anyone as drunk as he was…we both tried to take care of him, b/c he had gone into the convenience store down the street and was licking the merchandise and tried to stick his ass in the microwave…finally got him out of there, got him so water, and sent him home in a taxi…it was ridiculous…Dain finally came out, and I met the guy he had been eyeing, he was a real sweetie, and so we all chatted for a while…and it was actually amazingly chill and we had a good time just talking…Menya invited me to stay with her while in Sydney, or come along with her on a road trip up the gold coast…not going to take her up on either, but it was great fun to talk to her…strangers are perpetually amazing me…

so, had to wake up a few hours later for class (the amazing one) …and it’s been non-stop since then…now I have to pack for the aboriginal camp…I cannot wait…

went to a student travel office today, and practically drooled over all the pictures of all the places one can go to…I have determined that I need to make money for the sole purpose of going everywhere…I got incredibly excited…and there is talk of yarrow and I trying to make our way to Thailand…probably just a dream, but it’s nice to dream…
urk..so this is a pretty incoherent post…but so it goes…a lot has happened…and it gets hard to keep track of all of it…

but, whew…I have to head out…

on to more adventures…wooo…

I need a nap…oy!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

mmm...art...mmboy!

ah, sigh...yes...
spent the entire day wandering around one of the huge art galleries here...loved it!!!!! It gets me soooo freeking excited to be surrounded by different modes of expression and creativity...almost electric.

looked at a lot of aboriginal art, contemporary australian art, some amazing photography exhibits....it was all breathtaking and got me itching to reach for my macro lens or some paint....urk...going to have to wait a while....ah, the suspense and utter anticipation....! excruciating...

there was this one painting that was of these two women sitting in this lake, their faces turned away from the viewer, and they were surrounded by all these flamingos who seemed not to notice that they were being watched...and for some reason i was completely fascinated by it...it was almost spooky...hard to explain...

there were a lot of disturbing photo exhibits, some actually gave me the chills...you don't run across that very often...amazing.

during lunch, sam, kerri and i wandered downtown to get some food...and we had an absolute blast...hair being blown all around, b/c it was beautifully windy (i love watching ppl when it is windy...it always strikes me as poetic, for some reason)

...we were surrounded by all these businessmen and women...and we were being total goofs...one of our quotes from that lunch was "cows....they linger." ....of course, this is completely out of context, but it kept sam and i laughing for about a good 10 minutes....kerri ended up getting a cup with 4 shots of espresso, a shot of Bailey's, and 8 packets of sugar...horrifying, even i'm not that hardcore when it comes to caffeine...goodness! I was happy with my bizarre smoothie that had tons of prickly pineapple skin in it...hmm...

we realized a lot of things here are chicken flavored...they have chicken flavored chips, chicken flavored salt...!! crazy!

after a day of amazing art, i walked around the city by myself...watching ppl get blown all around...i love being by myself, and just walking shoulder to shoulder with strangers...watched this girl take pictures of pigeons in the park for a while (so, she automatically is cool in my book)...watched strangers run into each other...watched people pass by each other and share glances that were not simply glances...listened to people talk...got smiled at by a baby. :-)
as i was walking, the line from a song kept repeating in my head...
"and on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone...and all you see is where else you could be"....

it made me think of how many lives we could lead, just by turning one way instead of another..all the parallel lives.....yesterday, on a whim, i decided to let chance take me...i was at an intersection, and pressed both buttons, to see which one would let me walk first, and decided that no matter which one it was, i would just start walking in that direction, and see where it took me...and i did, and it took me somewhere quite amazing...finally i settled down in the grass, and wrote...and was surprised (scared shitless, actually) when this wet tongue ran up my back and between my shoulder blades...it turned out to be a very friendly greyhound.....the dog's owner came up to me and apologized, told me that her dog liked to flirt with pretty girls...but assured me that she only licked the very special ones, so i should feel special...it was an interesting experience....wrote a little rambling vingette about it later...

i realized that i have a very tangential nature...well, i've realized this before...but the other night it hit me again...that my life is one tangent after another...and i wouldn't have it any other way.

i'll leave you with the last song lyric that just played in my ear...
"you shouldn't think what you're feeling.."

ponder!