blog (March, 2005)
cell-padding
I stood on the long edge of my bathtub for awhile last night.
You can balance your whole body upright in space with just a fingertip, provided a bit of static friction between it and the wall.
i, cretin
from
cranky, stillwit and shorthand
fleeing a flea
bowled old, rolled down
crumpled, slumped
ukemi : learning to fall
Health is not all; but without health, all is nothing.
-- Schopenhauer
to
astronet.internaut
bulletproof
all green lights, and spacious nights
prácticas sanas :: practice asana
Keeping your body healthy is an expression of gratitude to the whole cosmos - the trees, the clouds, everything.
-- Thich Nhat Hanh
turnpike spaceship hotcakes
extended play
single minded, single handed;
double spaced
moot, mute, mu
transition transformation transmission
Nothing endures but change.
-- Heraclitus
endurance
reowning the word
home(Rochester).family.eatTooMuch (como siempre)
juiced on dessert and chocolate-covered dried cherries -- moreso than i can remember -- and so downstairs i cleared chairs and futon and turned handstand after cartwheel after handstand (after we family played scat, and they family scatted) til beads of sweat on forehead and sweet beds in my future, i :: swept and sure tomorrow to've slept.
did surgery on the family cd player & fixed the motherfixer forMyMother. i want to give her music. i don't care if she appreciates to it, but i hope she listens it.
upping and downding, and clowning on talk of selfishness and meaninglessness and naivety.
posit I on positive ion position
Cleveland is growing on me, and I am growing in Cleveland.
Driving to work through this morning's blizzard I rolled down the windows, letting snow blow in and settle on the seats, and hard fast bebop blow out and knock over pedestrians.
Now, my fourth-floor view, east from midtown, is high bright and clear, and i appreciate the glare on my monitor.
tienes que ser duro = you've gotta be tough
crisis of arousal
from squareONE explorations, discovered through Brewed Fresh Daily:
Cleveland, Ohio is where I'm at. It's a city slogging through its post-industrial dark night: post-industrial, ambivalent, self-deprecating, unfashionable, fragmented, and liminal. It's neither old or new age, nor is it progressive or regressive. Cleveland is poor at its heart and wealthy at its extremities. Creative energy moves fitfully through its sclerotic arteries. It's feudal too; . . . a delapidated city-state, who's guardians go unguarded. Its crisis is a crisis of arousal.
tienes que ser duro
real¡ty drips
to drops
to pieces
15 or 20 times a day
vitality outstrips!
learning to tighten my brake cables
so maybe bright and turning able
pedaling from my core
to pour more from my kettle
rearranging pre-arranged letters:
lentils lent 'til fill spent
confluence and connection!
? ... aloof is aloft is alone