if i were a koala
The connection, among other things, was breaking up.
Stephen Mejias
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet, & Watch
In a">http://www.sceneless.com/node/95">a recent review of The Multi-Purpose Solution's latest album, we were kinda sorta referred to as "emo." Actually, the reviewer — Jim">http://jerseybeat.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-emo-tricks-part-6-from-fi… Testa — wrote:
Ill at Ease
A problem:
I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
Silly Parts Talking Emo
Briana (11), my youngest sister, has a Myspacehttp://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=splash">Myspace; page whose icon announces: "I Love Emo."
Settling
I was feeling good. I sat down on the orange couch, kicked my feet up on my little wooden stool, let my head rest on the soft suede throw, and happily admired my home.
A Full Belly and an Empty Sink, Or: Patience and Wait 'n' See, Or: Fate Ain't Got Nothing to do with My Jonathan Adler Placemats
It's funny because:
Just as Wes suggested — though I so earnestly try to never hold expectations of any sort, and I talk a lot of smack about never expecting anything from this life, I'm really full of it: I have great expectations, and often scold myself for expecting too much — I figured I must have simply been expecting the magic to come. Or "looking for it," as my mom might say. And you can't go looking for it, she tells me. Because, if you do, you'll never find it.
Whatever, ma.
Just as Wes suggested — though I so earnestly try to never hold expectations of any sort, and I talk a lot of smack about never expecting anything from this life, I'm really full of it: I have great expectations, and often scold myself for expecting too much — I figured I must have simply been expecting the magic to come. Or "looking for it," as my mom might say. And you can't go looking for it, she tells me. Because, if you do, you'll never find it.
Whatever, ma.
Like Fruit Trees in a Frost?
Something was happening. Something I didn't want to tell you about.
Pedestals. I mean: Speaker Stands.
"John says you need to stop putting women on pedestals."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
"Hmm."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
"Hmm."
Some Serious Listening
So, I figured I should sit down and do some serious listening. [Hee hee. That cracks me up.]
Only Casual, Maybe
I've been listening for fun. With fun in mind, I mean. And it has been fun. I find myself, sitting there, chasing the sounds across the space in between the speakers. My eyes racing, images forming left and right, too much for me to keep up with.