I had no idea how blind I used to be, not in the sense of sight though. The more I think about it, there's a real issue here (where I live) that no one's talking about, or maybe aren't aware of. Whenever I'm riding the metro to get to my college I see the houses that are passed. Old, worn, decaying, peeling and decrepit, and yet they're occupied.
Dear That Guy,
you're a pretty cool dude in a few ways. Sure you might be a little socially awkward sometimes and you look at me as if I'm judging you for it. I'm not man, I've been there, sometimes we just never had the time for social skills. But you've been improving, I'm glad. Though that's not really what this is about at all.
That one time I met the voice actor for Ed. Absolutely priceless!
Not that I'm braggin', there were plenty of other people who got to meet him too, heh. :-)
There were times when Oasis was my outlet for when I had a bad day, or when I had a really great one. This is still the place I share things that my friends might not understand but people here would. This place is still, now more recently, a creative outlet. There are some great people here, we all have our bad days and good days.
There was a dream I had about one year ago, perhaps more fitting, a nightmare. This horrible conjuring had never occurred since then, one year ago. It was enough to frighten me, but at the same time enough to let me forget it and move on, to move on in my dreams and adventures in slumber. Only to have it occur once more.
Sometimes far ahead I think,
things will slow and my height will shrink,
when thick lenses weigh down on my nose,
and I'll look at old photos of people in a state of repose.
It doesn't seem like there's a day that goes by and I think about little things. A walk to the bus stop itself seems like more of a tradition now, more than a chore. Two years, two years or coming and going from that general area. Walking to I think of what I'll experience, walking back I had no idea I'd experience what I did.
I was browsing about at a thrift a few days ago, a few days after the last journal I wrote. I found this nice antique styled Singer sewing machine that was dated about 1951. It was styled after the older ones from the late 19th century to the early 20th. It's little table it was built into had about four little drawers.
So yeah, after buying that Dr. Who tape, I ended up not buying a K9 and Company tape in the same store. :\
Guess I'll go to Amazon for that one. heh
Never got a shitload of positive energy like the one yesterday night. So I was at this Deli on the Eastern quarter with my family. And fuckin' out of nowhere this dude is like outside restaurant window rocking out, taking rhythmic drags of his cigarette and soda. All that while rocking a cool purse on his shoulder. That dude rules!
Maybe I ought to invest in a purse... Hmm...
I dvr'd a special on TV last night. It was a documentary about ACT UP, the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power. The film was titled United in Anger. If you ever wanted to see a film about AIDS activism, this is the one.
Oh blurry thing in my left eye,
why do you visit my eye this time?
You usually don't show up a lot,
but when you do I blink you out.
Blurry thing in my eye,
if you're a cataract say goodbye,
if you're dust, that's cool,
maybe I'll dust this room,
Blurry thing in my eye,
are you always nigh?
For what and why,
do you fancy this eye?
But soon, like always, you then depart from my eye.
Then maybe I'll see you, whenever you come back, next time.
I know of a couple of people I've met throughout my short time on this Earth who've made the case that they weren't ready for bigger and better things. Getting older isn't giving everything up, it's more about doing bigger and better things with your life. Change isn't to be feared, it's something to be embraced.
"... it's people like you, musicians, who make this black and white world colorful."
I never thought someone would ever say such a thing to this out-of-practice musician. I almost cried there on the spot. If just one appreciates what I do, I'll never stop.
There I was, in a home of someone I didn't know, yet she in her old age came from a door and greeted my as if we had been long time friends. I greeted her as she did me. That day she had decided to show me a new antiquity she'd aquired. A beautiful broze lamp that showed it's age graciously, and that wasn't the part that mattered.