Just a quick hello…

Ugh, my apologies. It’s been a bit longer than I would like, but I’ve been so busy. Said television network… I am in love. It is the greatest job I have ever had. I can’t tell you how wonderful the place is. I never want to leave. I’m busy dealing with certain clients, so that’s been my only issue. One particular boy band gave me trouble the other day. There are three of them. Brothers. They work for a company that rhymes with Tisney. That’s all.

Anyways, I’d love to recommend some great jazz to you, because I have been on a real kick lately. Check out Coltrane’s song Cousin Mary (I happen to really have one!) and also pick up Wes Montgomery’s A Day In The Life, seen below;

The album was two covers of Beatles songs, as well. These include the title track and Eleanor Rigby. Really fantastic.

Oh, and I picked up a new book recently about a New England prep school. I’m looking forward to reading it… I assume it will be quite nostalgic.

Alright, cheers for now. Next time I write I’ll post some pictures of a recent New York excursion. Hope you’re well.

don’t say i didn’t warn you.

okay, kids… here goes. i’ll tell you about my life. lately i can’t sleep. i can’t sleep at all. i’m running on about, oh, i’d say 3 hours of sleep per day. essentially i try and sleep, but when i lay there i start to go crazy. all of these ideas kind of flow over me and they happen so fast that my head starts to hurt. i’ll write poetry in my head and i’ll need to get up and write it down, or i’ll think of something to draw and i will need to do it right then. it’s terrible actually. last night instead of trying to sleep and undergoing this insane restlessness, i stayed up all night and watched movies, because when i’m watching a good film my body and mind are perfectly content to just be still. i’ve just been thinking so much. i have found a purpose, though. i know something i must do. it is find joel gion, the tambourine player for the old brian jonestown massacre and make a film about him. as of 2005 he was working for ameoba records on haight street in san francisco. also, he fronts a new band now called the dilletantes. (real good stuff. you should check them out.) anyways… i need to make this film. i need to interview him. the movie is really shaping up in my head, actually. i need to find joel gion: 

why did elliott smith have to die?

the question. the question. i am full of them. i am full of apathy and bitterness and boredom. i feel like i haven’t been honest with you. you’re reading this because… well, god knows why, but you’re reading this and i’m writing this so i may as well give you something great to read. no, but really… you’ve caught me on a bad day. all i can tell you is that life is fucking mundane, man. it’s the same thing over and over. the same people with different faces, the same feelings as they keep fleeting, and the same streets in different towns. i’m not just going to bitch, though. sometimes life needs to remind you that it doesn’t suck. today i didn’t wake up until 2. i skipped class, and i stayed in bed for as long as i could. why did i do this? am i struggling with depression? i don’t think so. i just didn’t want to get up because i knew it would all be the same. the same as yesterday, and the same as tomorrow. i have no purpose in life. that’s just the truth. i’m okay with that. anyways, today should have been boring, and it was for the most part. everything that was supposed to happen did. that’s what i hate about life. you can expect what’s coming next. it was all how it was supposed to be until very late in the game. i was waiting for my train and someone appeared. naturally people appear all the time, so why does this matter? this mattered because this person was a piece of something. i feel lately like i’m drawing a map and i’m missing pieces and they reveal themselves sometimes. so this person appears and they aren’t anyone i know, but they’re not a stranger and… it was the way it was supposed to be, but it was unexpected and it was necessary and beautiful. so much for revealing anything. i’m sorry. keep reading. i promise it will get good! 

Looking at life through a black bag

Before I was destroyed. Before the war, and before my personal deconstruction I was on a path to identity and knowingness in which I was conscious of love between friends and soul mates. I knew how to dress myself, what I should listen to, and what I needed to say. I knew how to present myself, and most importantly I knew what I wanted to be. Before my world began to crack, and before the sledge of time came down upon my skies smashing every possibility open and letting the reality of life pour into my unadulterated soul, I was happy. At the time, the cast of characters was so limited. I was the protagonist.

Preconceptions

This is a rare moment of self exposure for some of us. I am unaware as to how often you read or write in blogs, but in my adult life, I have been limited mainly to the chairs in the audience. I have become rather cynical of the internet in recent times, and am attempting to ignore this hypocritical gesture on my part.  That said… Here is my piece of internet real estate. I suppose you could say I’m renting. For free.Currently I’m learning French. I just started tonight, and it feels good to be finally doing it. It’s been on my list of things to do before I die for sometime. I’m already practically fluent… Bonjour! Ca va? Je suis fatigue. Merci. Oui. There you see? A French man, no? I’ll keep you informed on my progress. Today was a cold day in Boston. It started with coffee and pumpkin bread while I watched “A Hard Day’s Night.” The temperature rose a bit from 38 to 45 and as numbers escalated, so did I to beef stew, Spanish olives, and English breakfast tea. As the traditional apathy and bitterness of winter approaches, it’s good to look up to our European friends and see how they cope with things like Mistral winds that sweep across the continent from Siberia bringing temperatures down to below zero. The solution: Eat, eat, eat!  Besides this new found tactic to battle the cold, today brought a conversation with one of my good friends regarding the inability to understand an ex-girlfriend’s recent, and all too clingy, actions. Furthermore, I’ve done a lot of thinking in regards to relationships, and some minor things I’m currently mixed up in, but more on that later. Right now I’m going to go read A Year In Provence by Peter Mayle.  Of course, I wish you well, and stay warm.