Entering the city

This is Morgan. I met her on the Metro North on the way to the city. I just loved the way she didn't give a shit so I asked if I could video tape her on my phone.

Basically she is just running through the dance motions she has been practicing for filming tomorrow. You can tell she's restricting movements to not look any more crazy than she does and she's probably just working on her timing. But I thought it was cool and I haven't done anything today so here.

Thank you Morgan for spicing up my day and giving me good vibes as I entered the city.

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And here is a band busking at Grand Central. I thought it was cool because just shortly after learning what a charango is, here I see one in a band. They sounded awesome but my phone has shitty audio capture

:)

I think I'm in love with everything..







I hope everything doesn't break up with me.

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Snow

This was my driveway yesterday. Today I had to plow over a foot of snow but yesterday's snow fall was light enough to shovel by hand.

I got bored and separated the snow into territories, shoveled some patterns, made a mess.. however you want to look at it.

This method was really inefficient and took much longer to get the driveway clean. But I had time and no where I had to be so the point wasn't to clean it the fastest, most efficient way. The point was to have fun.

So from the point of view of a plowman, whatever they're called, all those pointless lines were mistakes.. making the job more difficult... True but why does difficult have to be a negative thing? Like in life, those mistakes only become mistakes if you don't clean them up... otherwise they are opportunities for fun... for sliding... for twisting and turning.

I had to be more creative to clean up the mess, my shovel needed to move in 3 dimensions. It turns out being squiggly is more efficient when it comes to the details, the weird boundaries and if not really, then certainly more fun. Life is both the straight lines and the squiggles.

That was yesterday, today I cut my hair... I did not take the same approach. Well actually.. I kinda... wish I documented that too.

Bonus art: random style:

Today was right on schedule

"Nothing" happened today.

What do you mean? Today happened.

Oh right. Silly me.

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So stuff happened.

Good or bad stuff?

Just stuff, who makes it good or bad?

Oh right. I was playing that game again.

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So if the stuff happens to you, you decide whether it's good or bad right?

Yeah, makes sense.

Why don't you decide to make them all good things then?

People might hate how happy I am, I will have nothing to blame but myself.. I'm scared how happy I can really be?

You done pondering excuses?

Yeah, plus there's alway tomorrow.

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So what cool thing happened today?

I was a nascar mechanic.

and a dumbass.

TIME doesn't have Time for time.... revisited

Monday, I started and ended in a bed.

On Tuesday, I started and ended in a bed.

Separated only by a dream or two..

Monday I lay dead, and Tuesday I flew.

Tuesday was made up of 96 hours.

So much got done, and done with fun.

The day before I was a fucking coward.

Only making promises and letting the time run.

The difference was one of attitude.

With now you win and later you lose.

The difference was one of perception.

Shedding illusions to get to bigger questions.

The difference was one of understanding.

You don't need a runway for take off or landing.

Separated by only a dream or two..

Monday I lay dead, and Tuesday I flew.

So much to say but so much more to play,

What I have to do can't wait for Wednesday.

Still Life

I didn't really do anthing today... but here's an old still life while my life is still...

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There is no try

There is no such thing as an incorrect constellation.

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Watching Paint Dry

The title says it all. I can't believe it but I'm actually ammused. I am anxious to see if the paint will match as it dries. Watching paint dry is boring? Myth busted.

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The more I am, the more I'm not

As life is picking up, I realize I am change. To understand change you have to be change, to jump in and become the current. To get used to the waters when it gets hot or cold. Who I was yesterday is no more, I am no one.

That being said, the waters have so much energy and always at play with itself.

I got a little drunk the other night

How drunk?

Apparently enough to start a fight

That's not true, I don't think I started it

Who then?

Not important, we're all idiots

There's a hole in the wall

What the fuck?

I don't remember it at all

My knee is fucked up still

What happened?

My glass kept getting filled

The moral of the story

What's that?

There doesn't need to be

Going Back for day two of repairs after this blog entry.

On the bright side, since my knee really hurt I got to ride around in one of these awesome scooters. And Black Swan was a fantastic movie.

$6.28

Me and Chris busking for the first time in the Canal Street subway station.

We did this for 40 minutes, and by the time this video was taken, I just lost it. I'm a little self conscious because of the camera but it's still funny.

And a follow up cover of "Home" to close up the day.

Kids who talk to themselves

Kids who talk to themselves are weird
..Writing poems in the dark where no one can hear

Kids who talk to themselves are hysterical
.. Always making their thoughts so physical

Kids who talk to themselves are here.
They just sing, paint, and dance to make it clear.

Two Quickies

Short Poems

Sometimes orgasms

Come out in coherent words

And I make haiku

TIME doesn't have Time for time.

Catch Up

I'm restarting this blog for the 2011 year. I'm going to get caught up on some posts and then hopefully keep with it on a regular basis.

This is a painting I'm doing. It's not complete although I like it as it is kinda, it may never be complete just like many stories.