Indie Kid Vs Dance Kid: Girl in a Coma - Smart (Hype 0148)

Indie Kid Vs Dance Kid: Girl in a Coma - Smart (Hype 0148): Catchy indie track taken from the bands 3rd album Exits And All The Rest released on Joan Jett's record label Blackheart Records. Nice! Vi...

Sit in lover

Recalling all the things that once tied us so closely now feel like they are daggers in the side of our panged love.

The exhausting qualities that scream with judgement.

How  can we ever really  grow as one, when you are at odds with my heart, I am sick with lost thoughts that I want to share with a lover. Anyone it seems, someone to look at me and be filled with interest.

 I once remember creating new themes for our lives-together. I see you are consumed with all the things you said you once hated.

We are broke, when have we not been, and yet the financial ideologies that the consumer world has placed on you, now are your conductor for the rods of pragmatic planning.

A kite in the wind, what happen to your drift.

 I am here my love. My loyalty extends to the ocean and back, but the dreams my heart has set sail for are out there alone.

We will find each other again, right? Your absence isn't forever I hope.

a girl you can chase, but you cannot catch

reveals more of her heart in the first ten seconds then a a long weekend with the one you love.

capture this strange scenario of moments and replay on a loud speaker.
you will sound like you are drowning.
the feeling will repeat.
Darling, I want one please.
         

pick apart.

 Indulgence, is short and sweet... picking out the littlest things. What to listen to and what bracelet to wear.

Point Richmond with Bobina and Valentine

 

Library reads for the week <3

 

Hmm, well Hammer of the Gods, is nice bed time reading and I picked Freak Show out of interest in the nature of how they came to be, after reading a brief chapter I realized how closely related the book was to the class I am in right now on Cultural Competency…Its amazing how the premise of a Freak Show was to gasp and awe in “horror” over the sometimes alarming or challenging oddities of a person’s disability.

Next up…Letters by Ayn Rand…again <3 and I cannot believe I found Island of the Blue Dolphins! I remember it so clearly again…

You should try so hard

I drive away.
I don't look to far behind.
Our time is short, and never with a goodbye.
I try and tell myself, hey this is how it is supposed to be...
But in the back of my head I know this is transitional for me

You are in your place,  you know where you want to be
I am in between. Wishing it were clean. Wishing the insides of my life were
so clear cut. As to labeled Left or Right. But fair not little Libra the road is never clearly marked

I have been asked a lot lately about why I do not eat pork...
I generally joke it off, that my Mom made tough pork chops as a kid, but if you have even had the pleasure of enjoying my Mother's food you would know that is not entirely true...

Somewhere in between a phase and a habit the act of not consuming pork became dutiful and purposeful...

When I have my youngest and his little feet on my lap I still indulge in the curious little nursery rhyme..."this little piggy went to market, this little piggy went home, and this little piggy got roast beef and this little piggy got none! And this piggy cried wee wee all the way home..." So that got me thinking, is this nursery rhyme just that or the author implying that a Pig eat a Cow? I mean what does the pig want with the roast beef? He must be an asshole? So I had to investigate...and turns out the language/wording is just reflective of the people coming up with the rhymes...check out this link Mother Goose History

Time in my city...

Simple.

Ask for little & recieve much more in return...

Summer time

Summer you have been short lived...

ween sarah ween

Your buttons are as large as your eyes.
I wish you would sleep little sister.
My heart has panic, my brain does not rest...

Spillover

Don't shit where you sleep.

 Is that how it goes or is there a loop hole for this scenario when you have passed the point of no return and have shit all over yourself... Then in that moment is it ok to shit where you sleep, (being a degree better then defecating all over yourself)?

Well fuck if I know. 

 I wanna scream this sediment to so many people right now, try and understand them, but in my quest for finding empathy I only to find apathy.

 It would settle my stomach far better then judgement or bias.

Life seems to be this cluster fuck of disarray these days and as much as I can see that I have changed and grown with my reactions to the situations I am experiencing, I still feel emotionally drained by these experiences- how to truly separate myself from the noise is a strained concept.

I can hear this mental update in my head telling what I need to do get it together, but writing it all down makes it seem real.

 Fuck...transparency such a frightful concept...

Stop hanging out with people who drain the life out of you and are never going to get it together

Write, Read and play music more and worry less about drama including checking your phone like you are going thru crack withdrawals

The 'Gossip Chair' is back! After a long departure from my collection, this piece is finally home! The cushion is recovered in a fun pattern that has a heavy grainy feel! Oooohh! This makes me want to get a land-line and sit for a while!

                            Roar! Childhood is bliss..If only I could feed some of my worries to this dinosaur

Lost Things

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror,
Sit. Feast on your life.

                                     -Derek Walcott

Interact magazine | Progressio

Interact magazine | Progressio

Federico Aubele - Postales (LQ Tango))

Girl in a Coma - "As the World Falls Down" (directed by Robert Rodriguez)

when do you stop feeling like a human and help like a robot?

Social work, is there is any other kind?

No matter what job you are in there is never a time when you are not connected with other people, and with people come their problems, and the universe knows we all have enough of our own without going and throwing a bag of someone else's f*cked up shit in the mix.

I never saw myself doing anything other than connecting with people.
As a child I never wanted to not help
You know how some kids are that way with animals I was and am that way with people.


The difference when you have a bad day at the office, you can walk away from the computer, or rationalize that you need a break, a snack, a time out, but with a homeless woman, or a drug addict or a lost child or a solider there is no break. Only the thought, "have I done everything I can do, presently?"- yet the digression and opportunity to walk away and separate yourself is not literally there for the taking- ,more preverbial i suppose in the fact that it is a skill that has to be taught and then learned .

"My heart cannot serve at it's highest level with out my brain functioning at it's..."

I let the tears fall, because they are human tears, they are compassionate prayers for the lost and dreary.
With time, and more and more education I will learn Robotic Tendencies and filter my heart out my work.
Still a small portion of my heart will be with every person I meet. Because it's not work, it's social work. And I have yet to meet a person who didn't breath air the same way in and out, as you and I do everyday.
I guess when I meet that robot I will turn into one as well.
http://blowyourhornhunter.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-paper.html