It was a day like this, when we first kissed, just on the other side of that pier. It was so hot you want to get wet and the air smelled like sweat, sea and magic, when time slows so you can appreciate the shade, and a great ship was gliding slowly along the horizon, pushing a bright white trapezoid thru the great blue everything. She dashed into the water, hopping over the short waves and plunging in like a pro, and i followed close behind tethered to her nakedness, joining her in it, in my skivs in front of all of new york. After we’d each had one good dive, we ran out, clutching at our dry clothes with one hand and at each others hips with the other, i looked into her eyes for the first time, the first time that meant something. “would it be weird,” i said, knowing thaT it was already happening, “if i kissed you right now?”
thinking about how many times ppl have asked me in the last week “exactly what are you doing in california? How long will you be here?” when suddenly,
a bird cry from over my shoulder calls my attention to the scraggly, albeit fruiting, apple tree in the modest, dog-ravaged backyard i’m in. The cry repeats, shorter and less shrill this time, as my eyes climb these limbs, finding their fruit safe until i get to the one being poked and chewed into by the slender dark beak of a hand-sized bird, covered in a rough-around-the-edges, i-just-threw-this-together casual camo of blue white and black.
my brain says that these colors mean blue jay, but i know thats wrong. some different version, surely.
and then it becomes obvious to me. THATS why i’m here. not just to see, hear, feel these new and exciting things, but also for the same simple reason the scrub jay is here. to eat for a while before i fly off somewhere else.
PS: I hit wikipedia for info on the bird i saw and it turns out to be the Scrub Jay, a dope bird to check out, look what it says for intelligence:
Recent research has suggested that Western Scrub-Jays, along with several other corvids, are among the most intelligent of animals. The brain-to-body mass ratio of adult Scrub Jays rivals that of chimpanzees and cetaceans, and is dwarfed only by that of humans. Scrub Jays are also the only non-primate shown to plan ahead for the future, which was previously thought of as a uniquely human trait Other studies have shown that they can remember locations of over 200 food caches, as well as the food item in each cache and its rate of decay.
i just finished reading this book,
and it’s got me really excited. It’s about these twin brothers who have worked all kinds of odd jobs and started writing screenplays. One of the screenplays was about their dad, a hardworking blue collar man with a serious alcohol problem. though they toiled about hollyweird for a few years, it wasnt until their dad died in a jail cell that they committed themselves to shooting their movie. They shot the whole movie (found financing, casted and edited) in ONE YEAR and got ED HARRIS to star. Incredible.
I’ve been writing scenes and shorts for a long time. I’ve written many in notebooks and notepads that i’ve lost. I love movies and plays and really want to produce/direct/shoot/dp one. This book was a big inspiration. I really want to see their movie. and more than that, i really want to get started on my own.
just want to fucking rage! why is it so hard to make a fucking doc appt when you don’t have insurance? why are ppl fucking douches when they are wrong? why is today bright and beautiful but cold as shit? idk, man. i think its fucking miller time…
i found out on sunday that a childhood friend of mine (that i havent seen in 15 years) passed away over the holiday weekend and left behind a 9 year old daughter. Man, that fucks me up. But i think what hurts more is every day since, someone new has told me about it, sort of ripping the bandaid again and again. I’m sorry that it happened and i feel for her family but i don’t think i’m going to the funeral. I just can’t bring myself to…
Man, what a year! I remember thinking around this time last year how tough 2009 had been and hoping/praying that 2010 would be better and it has! I met so many wonderful ppl this year like my homies at Fresthetic, i met my amazing gf, fell in love again, took pics, got a new job, started doing video, took stock of my position in the world and decided to get motivated again. this will be a great year for Mercury Soapbox, a great year for art, and the day of reckoning is coming for the wicked and uncreative. I love you all, and i wish you happiness, health and wealth!
last night when in flight it quieted the city, covering it with a thick soft seeming blanket of tranquility, falling on your shoulders and head, your up lifted tongue. when you drifted off to sleep it calmed, slowed, relaxed the city that is always so tense and overwrought. and this morning, god how this morning came, fierce and blinding, strong and cold and loud, without apologies or kindness. with only the grating sound of plows on asphalt and the angry and resentful bleats of horns, trucks rumbling unsteadily from somewhere far behind you to somewhere far ahead of you, creating 4 foot tall snowdrifts that make it impossible to do what new yorkers do best- cross the street in the middle of the block.
don’t know much about tumblr. just know all my friends have one. also know that i got a camera for christmas and its about time i was proactive about the art i see and feel everyday. so i’m gonna show ya. stay tuned.