His name was Felix, and he was in love.
We sat together on the plane.
He was chipper and helpful.
I bought a “Teach Yourself to Knit” kit to pass the time on my journey to NJ.
NOTETOSELF: ATG is neither good at knitting nor good at following knitting directions.
we were a team.
two knitters.
knitting a path to nowhere.
he did the knots.
I watched and read the sordid directions and tried to match the knot patterns to the one in the book.
we laughed
we talked
we reminisced of earlier days.
(in the end, we made two pencil warmers)

He was about 55 years old, two kids, Sophia (9) and Joe (5), married 14 years. His kids wanted an air hockey table for Christmas.

He seemed content.
happy.
content.

FASTFORWARD: 4 hours later, we are playing trivia, gabbing on and on… a date with my plane mate.
we drank wine and beer. We chatted with the stewardess who gave us two free drinks each. We are "those” kind of people.

we talked religion. politics. lifeloveandthepursuitofcreativity.

at the end he was converted.
he had to see me again.
he never met anyone like me.
he thinks i get “it”… (whatever that means).
he was ready to join the Church of Alphatology.
hm.
I told him my philosophy on living:
“Life is about fucking and sales…”
...he concurred.
...dream believer, weaver and receiver.

Where do we go from here? Well, he invited me to come out with him and his family for the holidays. He wanted to show me how to skeet shoot with his kids in their cabin in Seattle.

His compliment was innocent with “usualguytryingtoalwaysgethegirlinuendo”
and I quote “never in a million years would I have thought someone who looked like you would be sitting next to me, trying to knit, telling me what life’s about… I gave you the once-over when you stood up, and you look like your average kid, but after speaking to you for four hours I find you to be the sexiest woman I have ever met”.

hm.

I said “thanks dad”
he laughed.
ya see, men are extremely predictable (she said)

so that is the way the night went for me last night.
drinks.
single-portion snacks.
sharing.
caring.
… the world was in that evening.

who’s is us
what’re we to me
it’s not here or there
or mine or his to see.

she gave it to a whisper.

she sat life on her lap
Help needed tending to
but when it bit the hand that feeds
hinder bid adieu

keep it inside.

pendulum swinging
it’s more like love
smile in your face
but kick you undone

give us your heartache
and scream to the gods
‘cause the earth and moon disciplined
the planets still at odds

to your chagrin she gave a compromise.

it this it? is it?

nothing's ever over…

i guess that’s the weird part about being in love
i mean
three fuckingyears
and they expect you to be over it
just like that

i mean yournottogetheranymore
but shit
shouldn’t it take a little getting used to
i mean really.

she said with a smile.

“delineate” is what she said
by golly she meant gone wild
show us your pits
and spit out the core
her mentor was only a child.

play by day
joy and cajole
singular in sigh.

when all the nouns are taken up
your character, in this scene, will die.

Plural is as fulminate does
create this world of
mine

and when she jumped into the ocean
OldManRiver let her die.

get this girl some: hesaidshesaidthat
or at least another rock to reside.

Bananas. One of my favorite flicks. Here’s why... it’s me:

(i.e. bolded you will find responses most likely to be my own)


l just don't think we should
see each other any more.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- l'm sorry.
- Why? What's the matter?

There's just something missing
for me and l don't know what.


What do you mean?
Something missing from me?

- Yes.
- What do you mean? Like what?

Like...

Can you say what is missing from me?

No. Maybe if you could guess
a few things, l could try.


- What do you mean? Can you tell me?
- l don't know what's missing.

- ls it personality or looks?
- Well, no.

- Am l not smart enough?
- No.

- Because l'm not...
- No.

lt has nothing to do with height?

lt has nothing to do
with the fact you're short or the fact that you're not bright enough.


Nothing to do with the fact
that your teeth are in bad shape.

So what, then? l don't understand.
Has it got to do with...

lt's not my personality.
Do you have fun when you're with me?


No... But it's not that.

lt's not that l don't have fun with you...



We have fun when we laugh.
Don't tell me that we haven't laughed.

- lt's not that we haven't laughed.
- Certainly l laugh a lot.

Here's
- Sometimes you don't laugh and...
- l can't put my finger on it.

- Something's missing.
- What? Can you be specific?

The relationship isn't going anywhere.

- Where do you want to it go?
- Where could we get it to go?


That's not... l don't know where.
l love you.

l mean, l love you and you love me.

No. And it's not because l don't love you.

- Then you love me?
- No, l don't.

- That's what l mean...
- But that's not why.

Something is missing.
l need a very strong man.

- l'm strong.
- l need a leader.

l have all the qualities of leadership.

l'm interested
in so many vital political things.

- Me, too. That binds us together.
- l wanna work with pygmies in Africa.

l wanna work with lepers
on a leper colony.

No, that's perfectly Ok.

l love leprosy. lf that's what you're
asking me. l'm perfectly willing...

l like leprosy. l like cholera.
l like all the major skin diseases.

- You're immature, Fielding.- How am l immature?

Emotionally, sexually and intellectually.

- Yeah, but what other ways?



- Maybe it's my fault.

she's reaching back in the files for this one. Apropos... as she just returned from a blissfull NY rendevous. she lives on...

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

She stumbled in, still half drunk from her late night rendezvous with Mr. Soandso… he calls again. You know, for a second there she wondered how she could ever leave this place. She wondered if any place on earth existed outside of New York (like that polka dot dress she saw in the window). For a moment she pondered sitting down on the beach, but the vacation in her mind was a bit more pleasant. You know she used to love to love. Now she loathes, she’s a man eater. Nothing is bliss. All is status quo. And she likes to pretend your interesting for just a moment as she sits beside you in the café, listening to you rattle on about this stock, or that fund. SHE DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT. She’s unchanging (like that old record she used to play).

So, for a second, you enthralled her, she led you to believe. For a minute, you captivated her smile. For an hour you bewildered her with your never-ending wit. Banter she throws, but remorse she shows. She despises you. And your fancy car, and your huge apartment overlooking that oh so cute coffee shop down the street with the big yellow door. You know she’s not into you, or your money, or your…she’s planning.

Captivate.

She’s a stranger (like you saw her in a dreamscape).

She hides…

I guess I did what any other 20-something does when they are finished with work and have no plans. I took a walk.

You’d have loved it, you really would have. The night zephyr blowing through my earring holes, the hustle and bustle of all that is North Hollywood. I stopped in everything and anything that was open. Boutique shops. Theatres. Venues (too early for anything to be happening).

If this were a movie… this would be the part where children were returning from school.

I was actually venturing to the video store to return some flicks that I rented yesterday (Valley of the Dolls… read it, watched it, haven’t quite lived it).

As I’m walking, I spy with this worldo’mine a shop titled Le Sex Shoppe. I’m a sucker for stores that spell shop with an extra “pe”. The thing that caught my eye was the sign which read “Adult Bookstore and Video Store”. Hmmm.

I couldn’t help but wonder what type of “books” such a shoppe (pronounced shopeeeee) would contain.

I went in.

I perused the shelves… big fat black dildo’s… vaginas molded after Jenna Jamison… gay porn.

ALAS… a rack filled with glorious books.

You’d have been surprised, you really would’ve.

I’ve seen/read erotica books before, but they just look like regular books and contain lame plots that happen to involve penetration.

But this, oh this my friends, was different.

I knew it was bliss when the first page contained a grammatical error.

I kept hoping to find remnants of Kilgore Trout (read a book… seriously).

I’ll leave you with this, my lovelies:
(oh, and P.S. I didn’t even notice the chick had dick until I brought it home).

Cause I don’t want to be
everything or something or nothing or me
it was easier to become what I am
and harder just to see.

she looked in the direction
pernicious as was slight
and remember the days of gathering water
and wood for food and light
(she’s multitude)

So get this girl some:SHEISENDAGERED
and bounty set your disserved nature. Be.
cause in a world of his’s and them’ers and that’s
she aspires only to be free.

They’ve done it again.

Far be it from me to use spaceofmy to talk about the music I dig… but I think I’m about the only one in LA that bought a cd yesterday (nostalgia is bliss). The Killers. I never heard their first album or a song from their album… until I moved to LA. It was my first LA outing, some big release party and they performed, and everyone seemed to know who they were, and I never heard of them. I didn’t even like it that much when I heard their concert. Nothing memorable.

Fast forward a bit.
I saw them again… performing, Vegoose about a year ago.


I fell in love.
Mousy Brandon Flowers, with a name like love sounds.
I was in the front row… acting like media with my mediapass… digging it like archeology.

was given the album
Sam’s Town.

They did for Vegas what Bruce did for Jersey.

It’s a story, and she’s in love and hate and above and irate.

So I play that damn record out like there is no tomorrow.
and I hear they have a new album out (as I pass a store window in New York… solstice of my sole).
So I go into a shop… you know it’s hard to find a music shop these days. Twas a record shop in Burbank.

There it was.

Killers, you did not disappoint me.

Sawdust. (different sound from Sam’s Town)… it’s like Eaglesclassicmeets punkGoslingmeetsDylan’snewstuff.

I must admit… the first listen, I was less than impressed. Three full listen-throughs later, I’m hooked.

It’s not like Sam’s Town where I could listen to every song
but close enough in a world of suckymusicshit my $13.49 was money well spent.


Songs that rock like igneous:
Tranquilize (um, by far one of the best stories i've heard in years)
Romeo and Juliet (ATG SCREAMS: i'm sure dire staits didn't mind)
and of course… Sam’s Town (Abbey Road Version... makes me wanna...)

you dig?

If this were my movie, my part would be played by UtterDisbelief.


AggrievedDiscontentment would be my understudy.

HeartCleft InTwain, my nemesis.

Role out the red carpet, she’s got a hit, or was that musethatbit.
she’s IC.
hot.


Check(mate)

I’ve done my part to revive creativity... you won’t find any scantily clad vixens here… more like fully clothed, age-appropriate costumes using things I already own with small add-ons that were laying around.


Saturday – Hippie Diva (not a far stretch, i know)


Tuesday – Vegas Casino Dealer





Wednesday – Kitty Cat





All costumes made of pre-existing items I already own. All costumes took a bit of planning, time, consideration, and had a bevy of love included in their making.

Creativity… I salute you.

Halloween.
A fascinating time of year where women realize their dreams of being whores and men realize their dreams of being women.

I got a taste last night.

The LandOfLA never ceases to amaze me in stifling creatively. I went to a large costume party Saturday (400 folks+), a house party.

Of the 400+, there weren’t any costumes that really stuck out as “CREATIVE GENIUS”. 100 pirates, 100 sexy cops/nurses/cats, 100 regular-clothed-people-impersonating-some-celebrity-somebody-said-they-looked-like, 100 pimps and hoes.

The usual.

I’m surprised not a single person was a political figure. Interesting. Half the folks attending probably still think Al Gore won the election.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t make a costume this year either… last year I was a Robert Palmer girl, the year before that I was a kissing booth (hand made, very ornate, love and care went into that costume), and the year before that I was a Disco Dancing Diva (so pretty much I was myself).

Creativity is dead.

You can see that in the music of today, the movies of today, the relationships of today, the lives of today.

… and imagination is on it’s last legs.

My lyric filled museicchocolatechipgumdrop
euphoric
he’s been my all.
we’re toxic
together.

Not like water and oil, more like dynamite and leftovermatchbooksfromtheplaceswe’velived
explosive.
implosive.

eye souls of all who’ve sinned
mystories of old

why wax poetic
when you can wane
indifference.

Honey crackle sugarlivelovelife

dig in before it gets too cold

analgesic nostalgia cakes
bottomupsidedown brownie
my pudding bake

shake me another
tale of too much

he made me want to make mistakes.

you dropped a piece on your collar.

freefallingfancyfun
licked my fingers
but was on the run


…cause the EverydayPeople are more than you could think up.
sidedown
pineapple tart

it’s always more appetizing at first glance

but she knew that from the start.

The world is flat
she said with a smile
but her monstrosity was lucid
her headache was vile.

The mind is sacred
she meant in a blur
cause all the world is watching
a multitude of her.

Socially bi-partisan
is what she once portrayed
but even though the birthday cake
was saved for another day.

her loneliness is cleanliness
amongst the world elite
and even if you are a performer
her creativity is slight.

get this girl some SHE MUST BE INSPIRATION
the stars are aligned today
and even if she were in love
the machine is hear to stay (she’s with it).

love on another
plain.


Jane… get me off this crazy thing called…

she’s hungry
cause anorexia just sent her more
gaping/

Ok… I’ve been holding this in for quite some time…

Al Gore…your movie sucked, you speak to people like they have the comprehension of a 5th grader, and anyone who thought “An Inconvenient Truth” was worthy of any prize shouldn’t be allowed to vote.

If the term “Going Green” is now a part of your vernacular, then you I hope you fall off your eco-friendly bike and that your double-recycledtirescraprevertedipodholder spontaneously combusts. It’s everyone’s duty to reduce waste and consumption of resources, not because of the ever-advertised “GLOBAL WARMING” that will send us all to a waterlogged existence… which leads me to my next point:

I engaged three misguided fools in conversation on Sunset Boulevard last night…they handed me a religions pamphlets. I asked them why I should believe in their gOD. They could come up with no better reason than “because you will burn in hell if you don’t”… to which I reply, “is there any part of your argument that doesn’t involve consequence and scare tactics?”. They hated me. They were stumped. They had no reply. Oh wait, yes they did… they replied “We will pray for you”… I thought “Good, that’s one thing I can take off my list of things to do. Could you perhaps run to the grocery store for me as well?”

If your drink takes more than three adjectives to order i.e. extratallmocha- frappalappadingdongbullshitchaiblahblah, then I hope they make a mistake and make it 137 degrees instead of 145 degrees.

If you don’t immediately turn off the television at the mention of a news station stating Britney Spears having an eye infection is LATE BREAKING NEWS… you deserve to have a Plant for your President.


AlphaTheGreat… on LIFE, LOVING and the PURSUIT OF MEDIOCRITY..
Read a book.
Write a song.
Paint a picture.
Go for a walk.
Burn your television.
Blow kisses to children peering out the backseat windows of cars.
Sing loud even if you don’t know the words.
Dance like your life depended on it.
Believe.
Visit your friend.
PUT DOWN THE CELL PHONE.
live.
love.
fuck.
like.
be.

This news story REALLY makes me chuckle...

Village Voice, Hot Hot Heat

dig it.

why?

... is it just me,
or

did you notice himherthemshemehe
believing.

we believe.

no muse.
just blues.

remember
september.

she cries with the fall.
cold
enough
to
know.

i think i should mention…
that my boyfriend moved my tv
to the opposite side of the room
so
now
i
get
a
bunch of channels.
Flashback to 3 days ago…. 7 channels, no cable, nbc, upn, abc… all fuzzy.

fast forward to today:
30 channels
over 20 of them are Spanish channels
there is even a Korean channel that is IN Spanish.

oh yeah, and some kind of MTV station that is mostly Spanish, but at night, they show you how to dance like your favorite rap songs.

channel 63… mtvtres

uh.

so i'm hanging with bob last night

and eating turkey legs at the OC county fair
and tearing it up, WM style
jodi lee is 28 today.
happy b-day

um, oh yeah, riding waves

songs/artists/lives/worlds/times...
some of these recordings may not be the best... but checka-checka-check these folks out... you won't be disappointed.

Shangri Las


Mika


The Eagles



Janis Joplin (absolute favorite)


The Killers


Bob Dylan (going to see him on July 26th.. whooohooo!)


Gosling (local band, you dig?)


Supertramp


Feist


Tegan & Sara


The Zombies


Nina Simone


Bruce Springsteen


The Allman Brothers


Chicago


Ten Years After



dig it.

It’s a joke

to my self

but you wouldn’t know that

run when you should jump

skip when you should skat

she made it up.

It’s a…funny

in the news

about a blondeheireddowell

but she shared her seashells with to many paupers

so a witch put her under a spell.

It’s a comedic farce

to the Martians

she never meant to invade.

In a world of earpollution

her landscape needs excavating.

It’s a tragedy

over time

as the world would now say

cause every thing

that was in the past

was written in today.

she gave it up.

It’s a never-mind

of present year

that you were meant to

take.

GETTHISGIRLSOME: she must be daring

or the universe might think she’s a fake.

I was going to post a Blog about the drama that transpired this past week (my white grandmother died, white family told my mom not to bring her kids ~me, my bro, my sister~ cause we are part black, mother went to the funeral anyway, grandfather makes racist joke at funeral… blah blah blah, drama, drama, drama…)

But instead, I was on someone’s Myspace and the little ditty below was posted. I laughed.

"I saw a lady on TV, she was born without arms. That’s sad, but then they said, "Lola does not know the meaning of the word 'can't'." that, to me, is even worse in a way. Not only is she missing arms, but she doesn't understand simple contractions."

VOICE OF REASON SCREAMS:

• lighten up.
• it’s just life.

he beamed like loomed

gloom

and doom

but amongst the this’ers

his happiness did assume.

and that-ing

and here-ing

she said with a dial

that all the world is bliss

despite the man’s defile.

you see

maybe she looked

inside THEBIGHEART

and created and abated

a brand new start.

unregulated

overstated

this crooked smiled…

was dated like jaded stone

she was beguiled.

get this picture’s some
two his’s her’s mated

before hebetudinous

and lethargy elated.

Or at least paint once-in-a-while

happiness

was bliss.

until the picture was ruined

with the

smudges of

a

kiss.

i guess that’s it.

trying to be.

i mean.

i’m not.

maybe that’s why i just

am.

not trying to

be.

i guess.

that’s it.

trying.

to

Be… i

mean. i’m not.

maybe.

that’s why. i

just

am.

Yo mama so fat she fell in love and broke it.

um… enough of my politicschangeworldlovelifemoneymongers postings…

here’s a fun little ditty:

1. go to Google
2. click on "maps"
3. click on "get directions"
4. type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box)
5. type "London" in the second box (the "to" box)
6. click on "get directions"
7. scroll down to step #24

enough said.

ATG. Verdict = Guilty.

I caused the towers to fall.
I caused the election to be rigged.
I caused the death of the troops.
I caused the failing economy.
I caused reality television.
I caused the Virginia Tech killings.
I caused recession.
I caused Hurricane Katrina.
I caused Global Warming.
I caused media corruption.
I caused sex to sell.
I caused poverty.
I caused pharmaceutical monopoly.
I caused the music industry to go to shit.
I caused non-profits to lose money.
I caused religious figures to rape our children.
I caused the illegal immigration problem.
I caused the vetoing of the war bill.
I caused Big Business corruption and the pedestal of false idols (money).
I caused the housing market to be inflated.
I caused more people to vote for the next American Idol than the next President.
I caused the stock market crash.
I caused international bad relations.
I caused three hundred different types of fabric softener and only one choice of history book/news station.
I caused vanity to be the number one addiction.
I caused alcoholism and drug abuse.
I caused you to care more about celebrities than celebrate-LIFE.

I caused greedtorturedemocracycaperslifelovepassionhistoryfutureissuesdeathunitedstatesofuhhhhh….

ATG. Verdict = Guilty.

Maybe you should take some responsibility for what’s going on.
not bush. not cheney. not the administration.

what are you doing?

This ain’t no love song folks…. the Idiot Wind’s been blowing since the Big Bang.
Stop placing your hesaidshesaidwesaid bullshit, and STAND UP.
MAKE CHANGE. NOT DOLLARS.


I’m tired of your belly-achin’

Are you going to do something about it, or post your fucking leftist blog, or rightist podcast (nobody reads that shit anyway)?

Replace your blame with your CHANGE.



(what the fuck are you still doing reading this?)

Last night I went to see this guy, formerly of the band Men At Work , at this place.

(back Up)

First I walked around the Fairfax district, and I noticed there are tons of skater shops going up. Goodbye Jewish community, hello skateboard shops and the new wave of hipster youth. Oy Vey.

So I go into Cosmic Pizza to kill some time before the show, and I’m drinking my glass of Pinot Noir… and I’m talking to Rod.

(fast forward)

Rod is a 60-something year old Vietnam Vet… he was an animal psychologist in his youth. We were both going to see the show. He had long hair and a pony tail. He drank Heineken. He had a nervous twitch. He was your grandfather. He was my grandfather. He was lonely. He talked. I listened. He talked. His face lit up when he talked about animals. We talked for over 45 minutes. Well, more like he talked, I listed. This is our past. This was our lives. This is who you will be in 20, 30, 40 years.

Me and Rod. Sitting in a pizza place shaped like a spaceship. Talking about who we used to be. Killing time…

• He trained monkeys at UCLA for a NASA mission.
• He worked years getting monkeys to push buttons in sequence when prompted (so they could go into space).
• He spends his free times these days developing a rabbit mechanism that acquaints displaced cougars back into the wild.

(Pause, Fast Forward, Rewind, PLAY)

So the concert was good. Not great. Not amazing. Just good.

The venue had slow service, but the food was tasty (Chicken Picatta with mashed potatoes and asparagus was on my plate).

Colin has a distinct voice that is quite melodic. He did his signature “Who Can It Be Now” and “Down Under”. He was actually quite funny and entertaining, as he spoke of the myriad adventures of what prompted the writing of his earlier songs.

17 cents. That's that checks he receives for some of his songs. You're lifes work... boiled down to the change you find in the lint screen.

P.S. Muse is on vacation… so you’ll have to settle for ATG’s rendition of last eve’s events.

Dig it.

So I’m about to brush my teeth. It’s Lazy-Daze-SunDaze at ATG’s pad. I get out of the shower (so fresh and so clean), slather on some lotion, dress… the usual. I’m cleaning, humming, dancing around (the usual), a Woody Allen flick is playing in the background (Alice)…. And I head to the bathroom sink. I look into the mirror and spontaneously start humming a song I’ve never heard before… but was written in my soul from me to you. I stop. I’m ready to brush my teeth (which, consequently, is the last stop of my morning ritual before heading out).

I use this whitening pre-rinse (sort of like a pre-brush mouthwash… I drink a lot of coffee, gotta make sure my teeth stay pearly!), so I take a swig (mint-y tasting, yet it gets all foamy as you swish it around, which makes me gag). Anyway, I’m there swishing, and suddenly a Dance hits me like a freight train. It’s in me. I HAVE to let it out. So I start, wailing around, thrashing dancing like MUSEic hit me in the gut with a baseball bat.

Suddenly.

The pre-wash, mint-y tasting, foam in your mouth… shoots up the back of my throat and into my nose canal.

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Breath

Breath

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Brea..

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Breath.

The pre-wash, mint-y tasting, foam in your mouth… spews all over the bathroom.

Sneezes so hardy… Snow White would be proud.

I’m choking

I’m laughing

I’m choking

My nose burns.

My eyes water.

I’m choking

I’m laughing.

Yeah.

I’m laughing.

Just another day in the life…

Totally off the topic: The Move (e) revue:

Disturbia: ok. I’d wait for the rental

The Reaping: ok. If I would have paid for this movie, I’d a been like “uh, yeah it wasn’t half bad, entertaining)

Martian Boy: very cute, not to mention I LOVE John Cusack.

Year of the Dog; horrible. I wouldn’t rent it. I wouldn’t see it. I love Molly Shannon, this is one of the worst films I’ve seen this year.

Now for a word from our sponsors:

Fuck.

Too much

Do you want my autograph?

Life.

Too little

Do you want to know what I think about on the weekends?

(she thinks you know)

I mean

I dance

I sing

I am

You want to be.

ME.

Like I said…

Don’t you look at my playlist?

(badadadada)

Yeah, she said

It’s fright, I know.

Cause the Wheaties I had

Were sad

Eat

Me.

Cause

If

All

You got

Is

Big

Tits

(maybe you should reconsider)

You see.

this.

girl

got’s

Canwehavekippersforbreakfast

Everyone’s a million

Air

Like you never gave a fuck about what you were breath

Ing.

She gloats.

Badadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada.

(come here my darling).

No man is an

Island

Country

One-tree

She things

Baddadada

Badadadadadadadadada

Bob called.

He want’s

Conversation with my mom the other day:

ATG: so I think I’m going to volunteer at a hospice.

MOM: why?

ATG: hm… I feel like I haven’t been exposed to death enough, I mean, I’m not getting any younger and it’s inevitable that folks are going to start dropping like flies.

MOM: are you afraid I’m going to die?

ATG: -uncomfortable pause- well, not really, I mean, I know it’s going to happen sooner or later, so I just want to be exposed to more of it. Who knows, my number could be up before yours is. Death. I mean. No sense in getting worked up over something that’s inevitable, you know?

MOM: yeah.

Do I believe in God?

I’m what you would call a teleological-existential atheist...

I believe that there is an intelligence to the universe with the exception of certain parts of New Jersey.

-Sleeper

Haven’t done one of these in a while:

Celeb encounter of the week: Stevie Wonder

Now that’s an encounter I’m not embarrassed to share!

Nothing like being in a dance club, and having Stevie walk in, and suddenly the DJ puts on a classic mix of all Stevie songs, and everyone is screaming “You Can Feel It All Over” like they made it up themselves.

Music: transcends color lines, social class, and everything in between.

That’s why you should check out Steve’sSpace… he know’s his MUSEic.

Dig it.

What if she’s not into it

• Marriage
• Love
• Life
• Kids
• Work

She said.

I mean.

She has her nice face, with her nice stuff, with her banging body, and her awesome hair.

And she feels

Not

For…

More money

More status

More workouts

More publicity

More of

Whatever is what they say

I’m cool.

I mean.

For some reason

I don’t want

Kids

Life

Love

Property

Anything..

(will she change?)

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

But today… this is just me.

I’m not worried about

you

Worrying about

me

Worrying about

you.

She said.

Then one day she happened upon a dance

Perchance

It was with two (tango up in blue)

And she carried around

A satchel of love

But it created another hue (moretolifethancolors).

Must be whiskey-eyes untrue.

Oh Lord, grant me a wish

Put a dime in the juke box

And seal it with a kiss

I’m not worried about you

Worrying about me

Worrying about you

She said.

Then she gave me another backwards glance

She’s in a cowboy stance

But her spurs

kept getting caught

on the soul of her shoe.

GETTHISGIRLSOME: shemustbeleadingon

Cause you’re gonna make me lonesome when your gone…

it’s

true.

(yeah)

This one IS about ONE

Plus

ONE.

Too.

Pet Peeve #303

When people pronounce the word “Humor” as if it is “Umor”.

Silent “H”.

Who is anybody but nobody waiting to be anything.
You make a dollar.
You give a dollar.
You eat.
You fuck.
You die.
You eat.
You buy.
You are.
You fuck.
You buy.
You buy.
You buy.
You fuck.
You eat.

You’re only as much as you can consume, or save, or give, or live.

Jesus just called, he wants his miracle back.

Deduced.
To our
Jobs
Our
Wives
Our
Kids
Our
Holiday parties
Our
Car
Our
Thoughts
Our
Viewpoints.
Our
NEVERGOINGTOGETOVERTHEFUCKEDUPCHILDHOODWEENDURED
Get this girl some: she’s only human


Cause her tuneHer is missing a chord.

Who is anybody but nobody waiting to be anything.
You make a dollar.
You give a dollar.
You eat.
You fuck.
You die.
You eat.
You buy.
You are.
You fuck.
You buy.
You buy.
You buy.
You fuck.
You eat.

You’re only as much as you can consume, or save, or give, or live.

Jesus just called, he wants his miracle back.

Deduced.
To our
Jobs
Our
Wives
Our
Kids
Our
Holiday parties
Our
Car
Our
Thoughts
Our
Viewpoints.
Our
NEVERGOINGTOGETOVERTHEFUCKEDUPCHILDHOODWEENDURED
Get this girl some: she’s

I’m in love with

Allen Konigsberg

Obsessed. Since I was a little girl.

Possessed. Since I was a little girl.

Reassessed. Since I was a little girl.

GETTHISGIRLSOME: he must be dyeing

…cause her clarinet is missing a reed.

So… I’m thinking.

If I had to have a stage name (which I’ll never have to have because I don’t intend on doing anything on a stage).

Or when I publish a novel.

Or when I decide to grow up.

Methinks I’ll publish it under the following moniker:

Grit Luscious

Has a nice ring to.

Grit Lucious aka AlphaTheGreat aka Muse aka THEARTISTFORMERLYKNOWNAS: ATG

Or perhaps… you are all witnessing the naming of my first child.

I like it.

…and when you die

maybe there is nothingness

or everythingness

or somethingness

but how would your world be different today?

i mean, if you knew.

that there was some

none

one

every

thing.

would you default

call, it a premonition.

or just be me.

you.

if you knew, I mean.

who would you be.

be.

see?

i just gave away the secret.

(she laughs)

So pop another beta in the player

And get this girl some SHESHOULDN’TBE (TH)INKING

…cause life is too short to die.

I think the main thing that has come about

Due to the age of technology

Is the ability to record.

My actions

Your actions

His actions

Her actions.

And we are finding, that we are…

• Evil
• Damaging
• Broken
• Depressed
• Vile
• Horrible
• Diseased
• Hurting
• Mean
• Sad
• Fighting
• Confused…

People.

Mentally disabled abused.

Kids hurting kids.

Reality tv is watched more than our own waste lines.

Hangings.

Racism.

(and for some reason, you want the world to watch)

We need leaders.

We need direction.

We need hope.

We need (you).

make change. not dollars.

So much to say... my little bloglets,
but alas
i am weary
Florida is a vile state of which I am forced to remain for the next month
take heed my followers
i shall tell you soon of my adventures
of dinner discussions at the bar with
joeschmo1 - 58ish, he's in the medical sales business
joeschmo2 - 45ish he's in the sleep disorder business
joeshmo3 - 66ish he's on his last legs
and they all want to chat: the girl with the tan skin smiling.

because that's what you do when you travel on business...
you tell me about your kids
and your wife
and your life
and the weather's fine

and I mention:
politics
global warming
healthcare reform

… and your still stuck on how your steak is a little tough.

Another month here.
GETTHISGIRLSSOME: realconversation

Or at least another order of fries…

How about a little West Milford pride, folks!

Reminisce or BUST!!!

To all the amazing people I grew up with… I LOVE YOU! Thanks for making the last 27 years worth living!

How was my New Year’s, you ask?

Um, how does falling asleep at 7:30 PM on New Year’s eve with unbearable pain… waking up and going to the Emergency Room, finding out you have Bronchitis, Sinusitis, and a bruised muscle near your lung from coughing sound?

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME…uh, yeah…