stormy skies/slick soles

i havent been writing many words these days... probably because ive been trying to tear myself away from the screen every chance i get. some of this is around the office, some of this is in laguna for sammys birthday, and some of this... is about shoes (im sure ill work my way up to full fledged fashion soon).

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rainy day ramen.

christian and i thought it would be a good idea to grab some ramen on this beautiful rainy day. he called sammy and i drove down. good call indeed.

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in "other" news, i finished a draft of the self portrait of a pretentious bastard last night. i dont know how good it is... or if it even is at all. it's drawing close to that point where i just have to walk away and call it what it is... a first script. but even im burdened with some level of standards. it is a weight off of my shoulders at the very least... until i get back to work on something else that is. but, at least if anyone asks if i have anything, i dont think id be too embarrassed to pass it along.

back to a lazy weekend.

my ears are hot. whatever youre talking about, please stop, this is annoying.

the scary thing is-

there will come a day when i completely subscribe to a carefully crafted mania that scientologists are responsible for every one of my disasters.

private and professional.

when this comes to pass-
please nourish it, or i will be forced to assume you are one of them.


and i will be right.

photostream.

ive been wandering thru The Commons over on flickr and ive found some pretty damn amazing stuff. here are a couple of my favorites from my cursory digging today. ill probably be adding more since im taking time to get some writing done this weekend... which means ill be spending most of my time not writing. so, if you like these, keep checking... or go for a stroll yourself.

dont. becuase i dont know.

are men marching with acoustics over warm and rolling, tumbling, hills. the downs. here and there. knobby knees of cast iron kettle green. a stretch long enough for the clouds to lay their bellies on the grass(and run along and thru a wood like children with streaming ribbons).

pretend youre an airplane. an airplane above the sky. you know no better and i want no better than:::

:::arms in the rain:::

please let me remember: i take you by the hand. knot our fingers like a language you cant untie. with fingernails clenched white; there is no place i would not follow; fast first to sleep then vanishing shadows running from; parted morning curtains; swollen with sun.

shoegaze.

preen.

your skinny ankles
dance and flop
like cousins
writing letters
talking over
strings and tin cans
plucking blades/knives
of uneven summer grass

but
hips crash like trains
and
trains crash like waves
like snakes
just imagine the dust

theres no counting casualties
in the aftermath
of

thoughtless tired hands
pulling like big gravity
like plush
like a chance to preen
in a flared lens

endless.

and.

the rain decided
to fall
all at once.

apparently.

NON SEQUITUR (i want to walk around with you (just you, just you))

(from rob white @ www.thearthole.co.uk)

listening to a lot of new (at least to me) good music lately:
{animal collective} {atlas sound} {crystal castles} {final fantasy} {high places}

i would instantly recommend any of those. and yeah yeah, before you two get all up in a tizzy... sigh... yes, thank you rebecca and wei.

my chef script is taking shape (in my head)... and has a title (the most important step in the writing process)... but thats for me (for now) and will be revealed in all its grand opulence later. unfortunately, i think ill have to do some "serious research" (wink wink... i.e. eating at lots of international restaurants, touring kitchens, talking to chefs, and all around gluttonising myself...) before i attempt writing this one.

some cool d'n'a stuff ive seen of late:
{my fonts} {acne paper} {look book} {west east} {audi} {trendir}

turns out i might FINALLY be vindicated on my belief that there IS life on mars. yes, i said vindicated.

quiet earth saw the trailer for betty i am over on vimeo and decided theyd link to it and declared they wanted to see it. haha. strange world these interwebs. oh, and we're on imdb now.

gonna start working on an album for and the holy roman empire on saturday. decided it's time to make the best freaking record... EVER. im thinking of just stealing all the new stuff ive been doing from the camerahead. why should i feel i need to keep the two projects separate? i feel like there is a huge part of myself that im not expressing with athre. gonna pull out all the stops, not care how we might play it live. we'll figure that out later. pretty excited.

situational dilemma question of the day:

if you HAD to have sex with either: a woman who had a penis OR a man who had a vagina, which would you chose.

so far, the count is 5:0 in favor of the hot lady with the penis. i have my theories on this... but im interested to know what youd pick before i start making amateur generalizations... as adept as they might already be. STUN me.