“You look like a character in a Disney movie!”
I looked like Alice in Rockabilly Wonderland today, which is probably why I got a lot of strange looks on campus. I was totally digging it.
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”
—Lewis Carroll
I just realized having a picture of part of my signature on Tumblr isn’t very smart. Or maybe I’m just paranoid.
and here’s one taken from beneath my reading tree.
Since I can’t sleep, here’s a picture of my last day in Malibu.
i’m all of a sudden terrified to sext. i dont recognize myself.
i wanted to go!!! i love slam poetry/spoken word.
You and me, girl, we’re gonna go to a slam poetry reading soon and nobody’s gonna stop us!
For all you slam poetry junkies out there, here is Phil Kaye. He and Sarah Kay, slam poets and founders of Project V.O.I.C.E., came tonight to UCSB to host and perform at a slam poetry contest.
I like slam poetry and sometimes I even love it, but I don’t actively listen to it, and I had never been to a live, flesh and blood, slam poetry reading until tonight. It was fucking awesome. During the performances I teared up, and laughed, felt uncomfortable, and touched. It was wonderful. And I suddenly regretted my fear of the stage, of the eyes and ears piercing through any and everything I have to say.
I’ve always had stage fright, which is why I have a deep, deep respect for anyone who goes before a crowd and performs. I enjoyed so much watching my peers going up there tonight and valiantly pouring their hopes and their politics, their fears and their regrets into a microphone. It was refreshing and entirely inspiring.
Now, to get over this fear…
(photo by yours truly)
GPOY - “the devil and god are raging inside me” edition
I put on make-up and did my hair thinking I was going to go out, but now I just look good while watching Jurassic Park and eating blueberries.
The only time I had sex while my roommate was in the room was for birthday sex. She used that right this morning. I wanted to say “congratulations”, but I figured that would only make it weirder.
Kurt Vonnegut, Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Ernest Hemingway, and William C. Williams with their furry friends.
THIS IS WONDERFUL!
I just recently started collecting postcards of authors with their dogs, but I guess I can make room for cats too. WHO’S GONNA MAKE THESE INTO POSTCARDS FOR ME?
After a day out hiking, I decided princess nails were appropriate.
just a few demands.
when i die, bury me beneath a tree, so that my ashes may find comfort in the soil and my bones refuge in the branches and roots, where they may seek the places i could not find. may these pieces i leave behind feel the kiss of rain on leaves, and the ravages of fire as they dig deep into the cold earth and remain an ageless haven in a time-driven world.
also, play this song.
