Got my nose pierced!

"Walking in my old footsteps, once again"

Considering the amount of different thoughts that flood my brain every minute of every day, I would never consider myself someone with a one track mind. The fabric of my daydreams is intricately woven with the thread of a thousand thoughts. One notion can spark the image of another, which leads to a completely different direction than where I started.

Connie and I visited the Met on Friday, and I headed straight for the Temple of Dendur. There is something about that place that is so calming. The sun shines lazily through the wall of windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The Temple stands solitary and proud, surrounded by glistening water. When you look closer, you realize the sparkle comes from the wishes strewn about the floor of the pool. I am a very superstitious person, and will take every opportunity to toss a coin over my shoulder. It is astonishing to think how many wishes were made in that very spot, gazing at the Temple. This incredible structure of stone, sweat, and tears… inscribed with a language I only dream of understanding.

I have wished for the same thing the past few times. I wished twice that day, as we sat on the oddly cool marble, drinking in the history with our eyes. I wished that this feeling I have is not for naught. I wished that the cloud of confusion would leave my poor brain alone. Above all, I wished for happiness. I asked for help in taking away this hollow feeling in my stomach. I pleaded with the universe to give me some direction, to send me down my destined path.

Could this be my path? I have always been restless, craving change and new experiences. I cannot settle on a career because I do not want to settle at all. Perhaps I am fated to wander aimlessly through life, grasping for the answers that are just out of reach.

Monkey Heaven

"What is truth when we lie to ourselves about so much, and know so little?"

"You may run from tigers, but where can you hide from your own fear? Desire is unquenchable - you can only free yourself from it."

"Perhaps all creatures are very much more than what they seem. The tree has its roots; the iceberg only shows its tip. Perhaps we are all much more even than we know. So, while the meanest peasant lives in misery here, he may be elsewhere in triumph, making the very stars."

http://www.monkeyheaven.com/

Inspiring

If you're going to dance the razor's edge, your song has to cut like a blade... says (1:44 AM):
Housemate just came in and said "Catch ya later, I'm off to rock out with my cock out"
Janna* says (1:44 AM):
hahahah
If you're going to dance the razor's edge, your song has to cut like a blade... says (1:44 AM):
dirty bastard...
If you're going to dance the razor's edge, your song has to cut like a blade... says (1:44 AM):
I taught him well
If you're going to dance the razor's edge, your song has to cut like a blade... says (1:45 AM):
*so proud*

"Darling, je vous aime beaucoup"

A few weeks ago at Purchase the always entertaining Rusty Mack played Django Reinhardt for me for the first time. I always appreciated jazz, but never enough to listen to it on my own. I can't even describe the emotions that went through me after hearing this man play. It is jubilant but melancholy, catchy and utterly unique. Django makes the world a little bit brighter.

Suggestions:

I'll see you in my dreams
Limehouse blues
Beyond the sea (La Mer)

Overheard?

Woman: I can't imagine sleeping with any of my male friends.
Man: You just need to ignore personality.

--Nacho's Kitchen, 112th & Broadway

Hipster girl to hipster guy: I'm really glad I ran into you! Maybe we could hump on this train too?

--Q train, Canal St

"And so it goes, nobody knows, how to get to the sky"

When I drove through Pittsburgh on my way home from California I surfed with this awesome host named Jason. I had my brother in tow, and I thought for his first surfing experience we should stay with a city ambassador. Ironically enough, the two of them were chatting a mile a minute once they discovered a shared love of astronomy and magic. We had a pretty crazy night starting with a brewery inside a church, and ending with climbing an abandoned building to get the most beautiful view of Pittsburgh I have ever seen. The next day Jason wound up coming with us to New York. He bravely sat himself among the chaos in my backseat, and dumped 16 megabytes from his iPod onto my computer.

I have slowly been sifting through this massive amount of music. Some of it I know and love, some of it I can't stand. I had been listening to Tom Waits on and off since that time, but mostly his later stuff. I enjoyed it, but wasn't really that into it. A few days ago I had iTunes on shuffle, and some of his early stuff came on. I sat entranced until the end of the song (which happened to be So It Goes) and immediately listened to The Early Years Volumes 1&2.

captivated, enamored, enchanted, enraptured, fascinated, mesmerized, spellbound

Sbaile III says (10:56 PM):
I remember you telling me...
Sbaile III says (10:56 PM):
"So I told him: you're gonna clean all this fucking popcorn!"