Thursday, June 26, 2003

Movement is red brick sidewalks mortared with moss, pushing skywards with the rising power of tree roots. It is fuzzy grape leaves, vines around fence and trellis, but smelling like drought. It is the shining runes that appear on concrete when the rain falls faster than it can be drained.

Movement is about ignoring the mosquito bite on my left foot between the big toe and the second one, right where the sandal thong goes. It's about the way the sun falls on my shoulders and sits there as I walk, slowly baking my skin. Often, it's about drying the sweat off the bridge of my sunglasses so that they will stay on my nose for another three minutes before I have to wipe them off again.

Motion is sensate. Summer is tactile.

Monday, June 23, 2003

He has my metronome. And my clarinet. And though I willingly lent him these things, I wonder what, exactly it is that I've given away.

He has my metronome. Now how am I supposed to keep time?

Friday, June 20, 2003

The universe is telling me not to shop at Old Navy. Every time I go into one and pick out some stuff and get in line at the register, I find that I don't have my wallet. Then again, maybe it's just my subconscious good sense.

Sunday, June 15, 2003

Oh and by the by, check out this pic of my solo at the TMs concert. Oh yeah. That diva in the middle is me.

Lemme know if you have any trouble opening it.
Soft quiet wet heat on a Saturday night, and the steady clicking of the ceiling fan. Asian-style dining. Nothing to do but shop.

Note to self:"Looking in a broken mirror."

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Also: I just took an online version of the Meyers-Briggs test and it says that I'm an Extroverted Sensing Feeling Judging type with "strength of preferences %" 1, 11, 33, and 22 respectively. Meaning that I'm just barely qualified as an extrovert, somewhat of a sensing type, a "moderately expressed feeling personality" etc. And here's what Joe Butt has to say about that. Whoever he is. I especially like this bit:

"Some ESFJs construct rationale which have the appearance of (Jungian) Thinking logic, but under scrutiny are in fact command performances of "Thinking in the service of Feeling," (i.e., Thinking-like conclusions which do not obey the tenets of impersonal logic; they rather construct scenarios from only those "hard, cold facts" which support the conclusion reached by the dominant Extraverted Feeling function. "

I also like that Monica from Friends, Donald Duck, and Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh are fictional characters with the same personality type as me.
My life is amazing...and floating...and wonderful. I have no phone, no tv, and of course, no internet. When is life ever easy? :) But there are no distractions, and I never have to wash anyone's dishes but mine and Peter's. There is only work and clean. Soon there will only be clean, read, play guitar. Actually...that'd be now. Right. Work is done. Clean, read, play guitar, try to get some high speed internet access.

The feeling of bare feet on a finally-swept floor is to die for.

Monday, June 02, 2003

I can afford to be so mild-mannered and chill when I know I'm leaving this house tomorrow. Life: never simple, but often good anyway.