Friday, March 13, 2009

Anatomy

"I'm a virgin and dang proud of it. I think people give their hearts away too easily." -Found in an "About Me" section on a facebook profile. 

I have to be honest, and maybe I should be a little embarrassed, but I had no idea that my heart is located in my vagina! 

I guess that explains a lot.

Stumblings #1

"...Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad."

Christina Rossetti, "Remember"


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Or A Gangsta

I dare say: Damn, it feels good to be a quitter.

I am relieved. Relieved that I find myself in a place I neither expected nor wanted to be in. I think that a year ago I saw my life as being rather linear (in retrospect, what a yawn) and now I have even less of an idea about what is going on or where I am headed. God, it is thrilling to be young and free and I don't care if it's trite or if I have written about it before, but I love the moments when I sense the amount of freedom I have and connect it to all the possibilities. I feel it. 

I used to have plans. So much for those. Then I came up with a new one. Another one bites the dust. Some good-byes really are good ones; I've seen a few.

And quite frankly I am no longer anxious about finances because last night, we were playing with the Magic 8 Ball (you know the one) and it confirmed that I am going to be a millionaire. So...that was a relief.

In case you're wondering: I'm thinking about...um...maybe...moving? To...uh...Uruguay? Where I plan on making a mint doing stuff that, uh, people in Uruguay really like. I don't know what yet, but I'm pretty sure there are things they love and would pay big bucks for. So yeah, these are just ideas though. What do you think? 

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Strangers with Candy

Thank god I didn't drink. Who knew I would ever say such a thing and who knows if I ever will again?

Between sets I contemplated going to the bar, but the guy next to me was interesting enough to keep me from doing so. Divine intervention? Perhaps, because after the show while I was frantically digging through my purse to find a borrowed bus card I found myself sandwiched between two men who were simultaneously addressing me. One was asking for money, the other, I have no idea, but they were both spouting off while I was digging through my trash heap of a purse. I stood up to walk away and dropped a bunch of my stuff. They both offered up lamentations and asked me what was wrong. "Ah! I am just trying to find something and you guys are hassling me." I walked away and the "I have no idea" fellow followed me. 

"Hey, so shit, shiiiit, you like wanna go to the House of Pancakes?"

"No, sorry, I don't like pancakes."

"You don't like pancakes?"

"I'm vegan and House of Pancakes doesn't work for me."

And cut to next scene:

"Hey so can I like hit you up sometime? I just want to get to know you, you know what I mean?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"Shit, like, that doesn't matter. Fuckin'. I don't mean like that. I just want to get to know you. You feel me?"

And cut to next scene:

"Shit, fuckin', like shit, you know?"

"No. I have no idea what you're talking about right now."

And cut to next scene:

"Hey, so could I go home with you tonight?"

"No, I have a boyfriend. I already told you that."

"Shit, so I need food. You know the House of Pancakes on Madison?"

"I know where it is. I don't like pancakes. I already told you that too."

"What's funny?"

And cut to next scene:

"So you were at the show or something?"

"Yeah."

"Do you drink? Did you drink at the show?"

"I didn't drink at the show."

"Oh they don't let you drink, do they?"

"They do, but I wanted to get home so I didn't drink. Are you going to get home alright? Maybe you should go get some water, and bread."

During this interaction, I spotted three girls. I was certain that they were SPUers. I don't know what it was, but if you have gone to SPU you will probably understand this. They weren't saying anything, weren't wearing any SPU regalia, and appeared spiritually-neutral, but there was something that whispered, "we go to SPU and we will help you."

I stepped towards them. "Hey, so what bus are you guys taking?"

"The two, I was actually just going to ask you that."

"Oh, awesome, me too." 

They saved me, though my pursuer lingered until the bus pulled away. On the ride back, we talked about what had just happened and one girl told me that next time that happens I should drop the F-bomb and be a bitch. I told her that I contemplated that, but he was visibly loaded and I was leery about setting him off on a rage. I was worried that if I angered him, he might turn and become confrontational or violent. A woman overheard our conversation and moved up to the front of the bus to tell me that more often than not, the "nice ones" are the ones who are assaulted. Rarely are rude women assaulted. 

A few months ago, someone strongly defended the fact that he thinks most people are good, and therefore ought to be given a chance. Maybe I took it too far tonight though. Maybe I was in some sort of "danger." I hate that in this world we sometimes have to go there, though. Should we assume the worst of people at times like these? It would make so much more sense if all people could be trusted, and I want to believe that all people deserve respect and to be given love. 

Sure, I was worried that he might hurt me so I didn't want to be rude, but I also thought that he may have just needed to connect with someone for a while. He deserves it too, right? We are all human beings with the need to connect and sense some sort of love. Maybe not. I don't know. Maybe one might jump on the mental instability train and argue that this guy was functioning on a different level, thereby making the situation exceptional. I guess I didn't feel like I was in danger since I was surrounded people who had also just left the show. I probably would have behaved differently if I had been alone. 

I feel like I need to reassure my most devoted subscriber at this time: Mom, it's okay. I'm okay.

Anyway, I was grateful for sobriety, these women and the fact that I would never enter a mousetrap full of pancakes.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Come on sorrow, take your own advice. Hide under the bed, turn out the light.

Neko Case is sending me off to sleep, bidding me yet another night of killer whale dreams.

Night one: the killer whale became a hairy, cardboard box. Well, not really, but my mom was convinced that anonymous intimidators had sent her such a concoction. I did my utmost to convince her that these demented senders could have in no way procured a killer whale carcass, and further, transformed it into a cardboard box. Dream Mom would hear nothing of it.

Night two: I witnessed an underwater slaughter. I...don't want to talk about it.

What's on the agenda for tonight? Considering my stellar bad dream track record, one can only hope for...the best?  

If I could sing like her, Neko Case that is, my life would be complete. Maybe I could secure some sort of discipleship/apprenticeship/internship. I am a personal assistant now so perhaps I could use that experience and become Case's personal assistant in exchange for lessons in the ways of HER. J- told me tonight that he heard that she is a bitch which leads me to think I ought to reconsider, but dammit she can roar! Just listen to "Maybe Sparrow." 

Regardless, I have been told that I need to twitter about the open mic scene with my songs. The lineup includes a gruesome pro-vegan number; one about two-step issue-evasions; another about a masquerade-of-a-parade; and one about marrying a fish (of sorts). More to come!

As for now, it is time to slip beneath the covers, down into the shadows. On belay, love, deep into your darkness.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

No points for Marie

Here is a portrait of busy work!

Here is a photo of nonsense!

Here is a shot of me faking it!

Here is snap of a ZERO!!

Hurrah for spending hours on something that accounted to nothing!




I wanted to post this so that I could at least get some form of credit from...Mom? J- liked it. S-, did you like it? Maya, how about you? Do you want it? I will give it to you, but I have to warn you, it comes with saddle bags of negative energy.



Thursday, February 19, 2009

Puzzle Pieces

My therapist assures me that I'm not crazy, just rebellious. For the first time in my life, I don't have to be the good girl...

I'm still pretty good, Mom, so don't worry too much.

I am using 2012 as an excuse.

My fears play into it and now that I have named them I have no excuse to avoid responsibility and am going to do my homework.

The greatest thing you left me with 
is this heavy-handed confidence in
therapy, oh therapy
it worked for he, it worked for she
therapy, oh therapy
it'll work for you cause it works for me!
Dear Friedman if you only knew
of all the hard times you've helped me through with...
therapy, oh therapy