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ARTFUL SMATTERINGS AND EXISTENTIAL RAMBLINGS



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  • I found some old, half-finished disposable cams in my room circa ‘06. Turns out they made for fun blown-out, super grainy photographs. These are from a trip to Brooklyn last fall.

  • Dream

    This morning I dreamt I almost died. Not like I just missed being hit by a car or escaped a psychopathic killer, but death itself was coming for me. The way I knew I was about to die was that my tumblr account had deactivated on its own. I had this realization in my parents’ bedroom of my childhood home. I walked into the hallway and told someone about it, I don’t remember whom, and I was crying and saying that I didn’t want to die. I wasn’t ready to. Suddenly I was lying on my back on a sidewalk in a city, it felt like New York, and I could feel death with me. My eyes were closed. I felt myself floating upward and the blackness give way to a white light and suddenly I was no longer afraid. I was happy and comforted. Then back on the ground I noticed a candy bar near me. I started eating it, and I began coming back to this world. I was sad because I was no longer experiencing the euphoria of death. On the second floor balcony of what I imagine was an apartment building stood my ex-boyfriend and his friends smoking cigarettes, and someone even threw a lit one down at me. I wanted to express what I just experienced but I was having a hard time doing so. I got a text message later that mentioned Lou Reed and how “last night was crazy.”

    so on

    twice, at the same time
allston, january 2013

    “I just can’t do it any longer. The music business is a bunch of jive bullshit and I don’t want us to be available for the public to mutilate and misrepresent. I feel we can exist in more interesting ways while producing more interesting art. And our peers don’t challenge the industry AT ALL, just complain to each other about “having” to play shows for bullshit sponsors. I think it’s all a pathetic attempt for a current counterculture and I can’t have anything to do with it. Life is too short and music is too important.”

    Alex Coxen of Milk Music on his band’s decision to stop playing shows for the foreseeable future (via jennpelly)

    Another notable quote: “I dance to stay alive.” Yep.

    And: “Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It’s getting hard to be someone, but it all works out. It doesn’t matter much to me.” True wisdom.

    Full interview here. Great work JP.

    (via jennpelly)

    WILT No. 3

    I’m writing this morning because last night I ventured into the woodlands of Hunting Valley with Gina. I can say Gina instead of “my friend Gina” now because I’ve spoken of her often enough on this blog that the nature of our relationship is understood. I also jokingly refer to her as my partner because we know each other so well and say I love you to each other all the time, which is how I aspire to be with all my close friends—partners in life, with whom there is no doubt about how we feel about each other and full transparency—we are free to speak our minds without fear of castigation. I digress.

    Gina is house-sitting for friends of friends at the moment. When you’re in a beautiful home, furnished with beautiful things, like granite countertops, oriental rugs, filled bookshelves and artwork on the walls, the culmination of two lives, you start to wonder—how did these people get to where they are now? I find it nearly impossible to imagine owning a house like this, as I rarely have more than a thousand dollars in my bank account (more often it is closer to $200). I will probably close my savings account soon because at this point it is just silly—I need that money to pay bills and life expenses, like this $2.25 coffee I’m drinking now at Elixr while writing this. Always wanting to live beyond my means, never within them, as if I was deserving of a more luxurious life than I was given by my working-class parents, so ignorant and foolish!

    I was looking at the couple in photos scattered about the house, and their expressions seemed relaxed, caught off guard, as if they shared a secret so sweet it perpetually lingers behind their lips. Gina shared a lovely story from her aunt’s wedding, where she met the couple. Her aunt asked them if they had advice for a lasting, fulfilling marriage. “Just don’t leave,” they said.

    Gina starts work at a temporary homeless shelter next week. She’s working the overnight shift. I have so much respect for her—not an easy job, by any means, and so much real human impact. I think my most immediate obstacle is my own pride and egoism. My preoccupation with how I do things, what other people think of my work, keeps me from doing anything at all. Focusing on helping others may just be what I need to do, in whatever capacity I can—again, bringing me back to the caretaker—but if that is where I’m most comfortable, and where I can express myself best and feel appreciated, that might not be the worst thing. Perhaps my energy is not meant to be put in a book or a song but to touch other humans through conversation.

    Janet Jackson is playing in the coffee shop right now and I am so pleased. Girl knew what was up.

    I’m not a prude
    I just want some respect
    So close the door if you want me to respond
    'Cause privacy is my middle name
    My last name is Control
    No my first name ain’t baby
    It’s Janet
    Miss Jackson if you’re nasty

    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don’t mean a thing
    Oh you nasty boys
    Nasty
    Nasty boys, don’t ever change
    Oh you nasty boys

    Edit 11:11am

    Did not plan that time, so be it. Anyway, I had a thought—I’d like to begin furnishing my inner world with ideas and things—a world I and all my iterations, or other people, don’t really inhabit. It contains my interests, fictions, pleasant fluff. A place I can go to as a visitor, without expectations. Yes, I’d like that very much.

    forgottengrin:

Nothing Ever Belonged To Me

I like this piece of art a lot. To me, it’s a pretty clear-cut jab at entitlement. When I moved back home, I was definitely more appreciative of what I had instead of angry or bitter about what I didn’t have, and though I still feel frustrated at times, I know life could be so much worse. I feel like I could have told my former bratty teenage self a thing or two.

    WILT No. 2

    Getting older isn’t easy. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll find your health, strength and zest for life take a downward spiral. Today I helped my mom put the deck furniture in the shed. She was taking on too much of a load and overexerting herself, and I told her as much. She started crying, but she wouldn’t tell me why. I insisted that she allow me to lift and move the furniture, though she would only let me do so much—she’d slightly shift the furniture, until it met her satisfaction—and eventually we finished the job. The loss of total independence that accompanies aging can be jarring and hard to accept—especially for someone who needs to be in control all of the time, like my mom. I speak frankly with my mom, though I know I should be more sensitive with her, and I have to remind myself of this constantly, and she complains sometimes that I act like I’m her mother. My mom surely isn’t prepared for this role reversal, and neither am I, really, but somehow I feel like I’ve been occupying this position my whole life, no matter what the situation—the caretaker—though I would love to let go of responsibility and be comforted by others. I’ve depended mostly on myself because I’ve been sorely disappointed in the past—divorced parents syndrome, I suppose—and I tend to hide my pain from others and deal privately, probably because that’s how I coped growing up.

    Moments ago I was contemplating—have I grown into more of myself or less of myself since I’ve been home? I wanted to get to know myself better, spend less time out and more time alone, but I find myself restless, tired and unhappy most of the time. Will I simply continue a life of doing just enough to survive but not enough to feel satisfied? Will my desires always feel unequivocal to my skills and motivation? How do I get past my hangups and make a life I can be exhilarated by? I feel like my passivity is a brick wall.

    Potential band name: Mist Opportunity.

    totallyvexed:

playing w/friends
flier by colin clark

all things holy

    What I’ve Learned Today No. 1

    In an effort to write more, I’m going to start posting once a day about something I’ve learned or experienced in the past 24 hours. I’ve never been good at keeping a diary, and I don’t really like to write about myself, but maybe centering my thoughts around something will help.

    I met up with a coworker today for coffee this afternoon. It was my first friend date with someone from work. I can say sincerely that Whole Foods is a jovial place to work. Sure, everyone has their hangups, myself included, but no one is going to be mean to you or take out their aggression on you. Amazing how much that can really ease your day. This person was kind and appeared to be respectful, but a few of his attitudes really bothered me—he was self-centered, self-indulgent, arrogant, condescending, quick to jump to assumptions and ignorant about their negative impact. It seemed the person I was meeting now was much more mature than the person he was a few years ago, though that was little consolation. I was glad I could express to him honestly how I felt, and by the end of the conversation, it seemed he understood. But despite having a considerable number of common interests, do I really want to hang out with him again? Nope. One of my pet peeves is when a person spends an entire “conversation” with someone else talking about themselves, hardly stopping to ask a question or get to know the other person in a deeper way. Here’s some general advice: if you like someone and want to get closer to them, spend some time really getting to know them. Ask them questions about their experiences, their thoughts and feelings, really listen to what they’re saying (and give them time and space to express themselves instead of thinking of how you’re going to respond), and make an effort to get a sense of their whole person, not just how they react and relate to you.

    Also I started reading this series today. I was just in Fort Greene a few days ago, so it felt especially palpable. My friend Gina shared some wisdom from a friend of hers not too long ago, which has stuck with me. He wrote to her in a letter, “I don’t have everything I want, but I have more than I need.” Some people hardly have that. The article drove my thoughts toward destiny—the life we’re born into, with certain advantages and disadvantages, and how we ultimately deal and form our own fates as we grow older and hopefully more self-empowered, but at the same time, the systems and policies in place that make doing so exceedingly difficult for many. How do we really address child poverty, rather than shrug it off as luck of the draw?

    http://www.nytimes.com/projects/2013/invisible-child/#/?chapt=1

    Final thought of the night—I deactivated my Facebook because I wanted to be less vaguely accessible to people and more intentional with my communication. I wanted to write for myself, not for feelings of affirmation or adoration. #don’t do it for the likes

    Okay, actual final thought—Based On A True Story would be a hilarious name for a record.