from "things you wish you could have said"

17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.




fascinating...

haiku (old)

rachel and martha
and sarah wrote poems and
that was long ago.

they were funny and
i must have them somewhere. i
really miss those days.

dreamy sigh

Brad Pitt hugged me on 070707!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

just found this on a flash drive...

The Coffee Stain
April, May, June 2001
Vol. 29

Coffee, you said?
By M. Tye Wolfe

Coffee, you said?
Coffee is your first time down the slide at the playground.
Coffee is the A- on your history paper when you deserved a B.
Coffee is what teaches you what an “acquired taste” is. Coffee is what makes you forget that it was a taste you ever had to acquire.
Coffee is the third time you ever drive a car alone, and you’re able to shift without on of those grinding sounds that makes you think the gearbox will fall out into the highway.
Coffee is five candy bars eaten in 15 minutes when you’re too young to care about it being bad for you.
Coffee is smelling a rose after you’ve been congested for three months with a summer cold.
Coffee is a brisk two mile run down the side of the Chenango River. (A double cap is a quick, early September dive in the Chenango, on the sly, claro.)
Coffee is the purplish-red heat surrounding your heart setting fire to your blood that flows to your feet and fingertips.
Coffee is the prickly energy scurrying up millions of your dendrites and pushing your consciousness half a degree above that of hoi polloi, rendering Huxley’s doors ajar if not quite open.
Coffee is a tenth-chord whining wah-wah while a low-register bass line rumbles underneath.
Coffee is the pretty person at CVS who smiles wider at you than to any of the other customers.
Coffee is quitting your job and not worrying about your next one.
Coffee is a 35mm print of Casablanca at the downtown art theater; entry fee, $2.
Coffee, you said?
Why don’t you go buy a cup?
Coffee.

art school confidential

"There are no dictionary entries for photo montage, but photo, montage are spelled correctly."

This was the result I got when I searched photo montage on dictionary.com. It made me laugh. :D


Wikipedia was much more helpful.

"Photomontage is the process (and result) of making a composite photograph by cutting and joining a number of other photographs. The composite picture was sometimes photographed so that the final image is converted back into a seamless photographic print. The same method is accomplished today using image-editing software. The technique is referred to by professionals as "compositing", and in casual usage is often called "photoshopping".[1]"


Yeah, I'm struggling with a Digitial Illustration project. It's only the final and it's only worth half the grade for the quarter....


xo

silence can say more than a thousand words

sculpture park

Red Ford truck you don't
belong downtown. How I wish
I could have one too.

on the bus 031407

Dear Rachel,

I must congratulate you on your excellent choice of seats on the 255 this evening. The attractive male with dark hair, great sideburns, and no ring (!) is in your direct line of sight.

You never sit at the back, nor do you enter the back door. But tonight, you got in the back and sat just behind the back door. He got in the front and is sitting sideways.

He IS attractive!

You Rock!!!

xo :)

on the bus 021807

I'm late, she thought
as she finished her taxes,
and closed her laptop,
and headed upstairs.

She grabbed her bag -
no time to change,
bare legs are fine,
as she raced out the door.
no thought of the cold
had crossed her mind.

I'm warm, she thought,
as she ran for the bus
cutting off corners
and heading for 8th.

He'll wait, she thought
as she crossed 6th Ave
and started running
and running and running

He'll wait, she thought
from a half block away
as he paused for a moment
longer than normal
then signaled and pulled away.

I'm mad, she thought,
as she got to the stop
and contemplated her options
as she caught her breath.

I'm mad, she thought,
as she berated herself
for doing her taxes
in shuch a short timeframe.

I shouldn't have
stopped to look at the sale
and flipped through the books
at Urban Outfitters.

I could have been
sitting in Starbucks and
doing my taxes
a half hour sooner...

But what to do
next? it had to be answered -
still catching her breath -
the next bus in in a half hour.

I'm tired, she thought,
as she headed for Pine
to go back to 4th
and wait for the bus.

There are benches
there and I can sit down
and try to call Beth
so I can get to meeting

I'm cold, she thought
as she sat on the bench
and discussed bus schedules
and snow with two ladies
in a row

The wind's picking
up and the sun's going down
but at least it's warmer
than upstate New York
and we haven't the snow

But finally
along came the 255
inside it was warm
and nearly half empty

And Beth had called
so to gospel she would make it
even though a bit late
and still with bare legs
and work to be done...

m.a.c.

New makeup today
From Bradley - hooray!
I spent too much money
But he calls me honey
So I guess it's okay?!

on the bus 021707

What's 2 miles
she thought
as she missed the bus
It wasn't the first time
she'd missed her bus
because Seattle's Best
was slow.
On her way she discovered
Pioneer Square
wasn't all that bad
in the daylight

english humour

Apparently, there is a school girl somewhere in the UK with the same name as me and every now and then, I get forwards intended for her. I usually delete them, but this was the subject so I read it. And just had to share! Enjoy. xo




The train was quite crowded, so a U.S. Marine walked
the entire length looking for a seat, but the only
seat left was taken by a well- dressed, middle-aged,
French woman's poodle.

The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that
seat?" The French woman just sniffed and said to no
one in particular, "Americans are so rude. My little
Fifi is using that seat."

The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only
seat left was under that dog. Please, ma'am. May I sit
down? I'm very tired." She snorted, "Not only are you
Americans rude; you are also arrogant!" This time the
Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little
dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down. The
woman shrieked, "Someone help me put this American in
his place!"

An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir,
you Americans seem to have a penchant for doing the
wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You
drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And
now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out
the window."

rain

Rumour has it that it rains "all the time" in Seattle. I have heard this for years and, most recently, I heard it from everyone before I moved out here.

And it does rain.

Like this morning. It was raining when I left my apartment. But did I bring an umbrella? Of course not. I am wearing a hat, however.

And I didn't shower.

(Aren't u glad I shared?!)

But it's not raining now. At least it doesn't look like it is. But it's gray. The road is gray. The sky is gray. I'm not looking at the water, but I'm sure it's gray too. Kinda depressing. But I'm trying to stay positive.

Like being excited (?) that History got out early.

But I actually don't find that all that exciting. Sorry.

Guess I should head home. In the gray afternoon.

At least it's warm.

what are words for

when no one listens...

can't remember who sang that in the 80s, but joey belleville of the echoing green did it back in the late 90s and it is a fun song. :)

this blog is going to be where i write stuff when i don't really want anyone to read what i'm feeling. however, since it's linked to my other one, i guess that's not really going to work...

i bought dj tiesto's search for sunrise over the weekend. probably because i need more cds. (???) it's more ambient than what i was looking for. shrugs.l

wait. that should go in the other blog....

maybe i could write poetry in this one? i'll have to see what happens