APW Highlights

I don't have a lot of pictures of people actually performing...but...here's a glimpse of our fun 3-days!


Coldplay!


Layers of Mud, People, and City


Muddy Shoes


How youu doin'?


F*ck My Bloody Valentine


Wallowing in the Mud in the Moonlight


Tokyo Police Club


I want One!!


The Eye of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

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Oh god. The horror.

7 Terrifying GIANT versions of......

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Interesting thing about Liars and Non-Lying People

"I don't think of my honesty as moral value, since I think of morality as involving choices, and I've never particularly chosen to be honest, have simply never been able to be otherwise, feel rather predetermined to fail at lying. Even as a child, in order to avoid saying thank you, upon prompting, for things I wasn't truly thankful for, I would bury my face in my mother's skirt...I even kind of like it when other people lie, when Rema lies, for example; it's a way of finding out, IF the lie is uncovered, what she thinks is worth lying about."

p.22 Rivka Galchen, Atmospheric Disturbances

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changes.

Erosion is constantly occurring in this city. I suppose it cannot be helped, the way some parts of you fail to withstand the beating of cultures and expectations. I don't think I'm strong enough to preserve all my parts. Every day, I notice these subtle changes--thirsting for coffee in the morning, a new hat, needing music again and perhaps, a little weight gain. I'm even entertaining the idea of a tattoo. *raises eyebrow* Nothing too terrible, actually. Just a bit free-ER...err..more free. I find myself slowly changing before your eyes. I don't know if you see it, already. I'm still me, right? The city continues to pulse with life and I am just attempting to keep up with it.

I hope you recognize me when I come home.

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Struggling to defend..love.

It is exhausting to defend..love. Struggling all the time--to explain it, to believe in it, and to find it, is truly a chore. Deceptive love..how will people know that it's real if our hearts are capable of "loving" again. and again. Repairing itself to accommodate someone else, regardless of doubt, pain, or misery. As if our hearts can take that much loss! But it IS real! How do I explain it? It is strange to meet these agnostic lovers.

And what of our love? A battling of individuals trying to remember and forget the most. A love independent of ideal qualities, ever changing, strangely beautiful? It is a terrifying thing, this love of ours, precisely because it seems rare. We bounce back and forth between i-don't-want-to-lose-you and I-have-already-lost-you-because-you-love-me. Am I just idealizing things between us? I should stop playing witness to the world. It shouldn't matter to me--what they think, I mean. KNOWING should be enough for me, right? I have to admit that sometimes it isn't.

It's must be this distance...this innate longing to be together...it highlights just how far apart we are right now.

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Planetarium

J and I went to the Planetarium last Monday. Imagine sitting in a dome-like cinema with the movie being played overhead. The show was entitled Journey to the Stars and was narrated by Whoopi Goldberg. (Click on the title for the site! http://www.amnh.org/rose/spaceshow/journey) We found out that each of us contains about a teaspoon of the very first stars. And that only 1% of all stars turn into supernovas; Live fast, die young, I should say. :)

Born from stars, in the end we will lose ourselves to the wind; mere stardust risen from the grave.

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Atmospheric Disturbances

Went to the Strand Bookstore the other day. J and I went crazy, yet AGAIN. I'm hoping to collect enough books to last me until December. I'm already anticipating how moving to that town will heighten my loneliness.



So..anyway, I'm currently reading this book. The cover's awesome! And the reviews won me over:

"A relentless exploration of how a man could fail to see clearly the woman he loves"

"Galchen's dark and comical mystery is a clever take on the ways of love, longing, and overanalysis can drive you absolutely nuts"

Sounds quite promising, doesn't it? I'm looking forward to how this story will unravel.

There's hope after all, L. The writer's a DOCTOR and an MFA graduate! It's really possible, 'ey? I'm rooting for you.

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APW Festival

So J and I are looking forward to the weekend! Three days of music, alcohol, and friends!

Just like home.

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Puzzle Project

Just passing through one of Coney Island's streets in search of a bathroom. I marvel at this city, pulsing in color.

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The Way of It

This is the way of it, wide world over,
One is beloved, and one is the lover,
One gives and the other receives.
One lavishes all in a wild emotion,
One offers a smile for a life's devotion,
One hopes and the other believes,
One lies awake in the night to weep,
And the other drifts off in a sweet sound sleep.

One soul is aflame with a godlike passion,
One plays with love in an idler's fashion,
One speaks and the other hears.
One sobs, 'I love you,'and wet eyes show it,
And one laughs lightly, and says, 'I know it,'
With smiles for the other's tears.
One lives for the other and nothing beside,
And the other remembers the world is wide.

This is the way of it, sad earth over,
The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,
And the other learns to forget.
For what is the use of endless sorrow?
Though the sun goes down, it will rise tomorrow;
And life is not over yet.
Oh! I know this truth, if no other,
That Passionate Love is Pain's own mother.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)

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Just awful.

So..this is me, feeling terrible. It's awful to confirm the worst of my fears. I should've expected something better! Why did I have to expect THIS. I don't want it to come true.

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Hello? World?

Any semblance of presence over there??? I'm not that far away!

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MOMA

For more pictures, click on the title of this post.

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Finding pieces of you in the MOMA

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