Ah, I love Brakhage's work - he was a genius. RIP Brakhage-man.

Yes, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind as well, a true genius.

I'm Going To Bed! Yes!

I wanted to post a tribute to Guinness, but I didn't want to interupt the Brakhage admiration so I made a dual-tribute.

haha nice.

Yeah, good one acousticrock87.

Sometimes I want to right fiction/nonfiction on SYG. Like last night I wanted to describe a dumb chick's observation of my room and my observation of her, today I wanted to describe my full sensory memory of visiting my grandparents' graves. But how irrelevant is that?

I second that advice.

Revealing one's psyche is a dangerous affair. And I delete/throw away personal poems and prose. I already know them by heart and head, committing them to surface only chills them before I rediscover them.

Eat the coal, swallow it down. A brighter smile, a sadder frown.

I'm not very superstitious, but I bought some Tibetan skull beads in a little shop in Auckland, just cause they were overpriced and looked badass, seem to be made out of real bone, etc.

Anyway, I swear that every time I wear them I have bad luck. And that just makes me want to wear them more to prove myself wrong, but every time I take them anywhere it turns out terribly.

These are the fuckers.




Their eyes make me feel cold.

The curse is both bad luck and unbelief! A circle of beads, a circle deceives.

(see, I drink a bit and start rhyming)

Maybe it is cursed with disbelief...What a terrible curse. That's one sadistic Tibetan monk.

EDIT: Well fuck.

A Japa mala or mala (Sanskrit:माला; mālā, meaning garland[1]) is a set of beads commonly used by Hindus and Buddhists, usually made from 108 beads, though any number divisible by 9 is acceptable.

This thing only has 17 beads. Motherfucker.

Ahaha. It's decided. You get the person-of-the-day award.

And it's only 3am.

4 lately since I don't have a job this summer. When school starts I'll be back on schedule.

I really need to get to sleep, though. I'm leaving for the airport in the morning.

Yeah, family vacation in New York for a week.

Thanks! Have a good last four hours of work, and sweet dreams at some point tonight. :)

Okay, bed time.

This clerk in a clothing store today told me that I don't sound "American."

Ha ha. What the fuck, I'm thinking. So I say that I'm from the Midwest originally (true) but that I'm rather international (true, I was in the Air Force and lived in Germany), and that I spent many years in the U.K. (totally false).

I've had the same thing said to me. (not around here though)

hey, have fun!

i get that i a) have a southern accent and b)don't "sound like a southern gurrl" (a woman at clinique in utah prounounced it that way) and both irritate me. i think i'm just never going to say where i'm from from now on.