I wanna shed my skin, my hair, my face
I've got money saved up
I can buy a new name...
But I wonder,
How many Mennonites might feel just like this?
I'll learn German, I'll teach sermons and lose my lisp...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Indifferent Cities
(Note: Emoticons can do real emotions no justice, but boys with guitars and vocal harmonies sure can)
Currently and perpetually listening to: Southern California, by Speechwriters, LLC
Sunlight hits a sign and I'm in Union Station
My arms are heavy in their sleeves
Everyone here thinks that I've been on vacation
But I don't ever seem to leave
And all that I can tell you is my love's unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head's all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me
No one wants to tell you just how long they've been here
The stars are crawling out their frames
The canvas on the ankle straps is wearing thin, dear
And I can't help but feel the same
When everything in town's been taken down for renovations
The hardest part is finding your way home
Freeway cuts the sky and I'm inside it's suppurations
But Southern California's got this way of creeping up on you
And all that I can tell you is my love's unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head's all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me
One last look around and then I'm always leaving
The stars are falling out of tune
Fingers bear the stains of shipping and receiving
These songs that carry me to you
But this is not some list of all the ways I should have loved you
Hold you in my arms and let you down
Turn my crooked smile up to the sky and I'm thinking of you
But Southern California's got me driving home in rental cars
And Southern California's got this way of tearing me and you apart
And you know it's true, California's tearing us apart
And I want it to
But all that I can tell you is my love's unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head's all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me...
Currently and perpetually listening to: Southern California, by Speechwriters, LLC
Sunlight hits a sign and I'm in Union Station
My arms are heavy in their sleeves
Everyone here thinks that I've been on vacation
But I don't ever seem to leave
And all that I can tell you is my love's unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head's all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me
No one wants to tell you just how long they've been here
The stars are crawling out their frames
The canvas on the ankle straps is wearing thin, dear
And I can't help but feel the same
When everything in town's been taken down for renovations
The hardest part is finding your way home
Freeway cuts the sky and I'm inside it's suppurations
But Southern California's got this way of creeping up on you
And all that I can tell you is my love's unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head's all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me
One last look around and then I'm always leaving
The stars are falling out of tune
Fingers bear the stains of shipping and receiving
These songs that carry me to you
But this is not some list of all the ways I should have loved you
Hold you in my arms and let you down
Turn my crooked smile up to the sky and I'm thinking of you
But Southern California's got me driving home in rental cars
And Southern California's got this way of tearing me and you apart
And you know it's true, California's tearing us apart
And I want it to
But all that I can tell you is my love's unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head's all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me...
Friday, March 11, 2011
Perspective and Other Things That Are Easy to Ignore
Hi, March. Where the hell did you come from?
February sucked, basically. Anytime it's still winter outside sucks, basically.
One positive thing about it being too cold and snowy and inhumane to be outside is all the indoor people-watching you can do.
People-watching outdoors is truly a sport in itself, but indoor people-watching is an art. You can't be obvious and you can't pretend you're really watching something else outside, because you're not outside. So, it's an art. And the best people-watching people are in New York.
Another positive thing is all the subway time you have. Public transportation, like the army, is a great equalizer.
If you're on the subway, you're at the mercy of the subway and its schedule and its smells and its weird breezes.
You're also a prime candidate for people-watching.
An idea I had the other day that came to me while staring inconspicuously at a really skinny woman who just couldn't grasp how important the subway handrails were, was to film a shit load of marbles in an empty subway car on its usual route. It might be really boring to watch, or not that lame. And that's the point.
Another idea that came to me while fighting for grip-space on that aforementioned crucial handrail was to write a spoof of "Clarissa Explains It All" about a really JAPPY girl from Long Island or Bergen County who bitches a lot called, "Marissa Complains A Lot." I was generalizing by assuming that girl's name was Marissa. Aren't they all.
Promise I'll be in a better mood just as soon as the weather stops being such a bitch.
February sucked, basically. Anytime it's still winter outside sucks, basically.
One positive thing about it being too cold and snowy and inhumane to be outside is all the indoor people-watching you can do.
People-watching outdoors is truly a sport in itself, but indoor people-watching is an art. You can't be obvious and you can't pretend you're really watching something else outside, because you're not outside. So, it's an art. And the best people-watching people are in New York.
Another positive thing is all the subway time you have. Public transportation, like the army, is a great equalizer.
If you're on the subway, you're at the mercy of the subway and its schedule and its smells and its weird breezes.
You're also a prime candidate for people-watching.
An idea I had the other day that came to me while staring inconspicuously at a really skinny woman who just couldn't grasp how important the subway handrails were, was to film a shit load of marbles in an empty subway car on its usual route. It might be really boring to watch, or not that lame. And that's the point.
Another idea that came to me while fighting for grip-space on that aforementioned crucial handrail was to write a spoof of "Clarissa Explains It All" about a really JAPPY girl from Long Island or Bergen County who bitches a lot called, "Marissa Complains A Lot." I was generalizing by assuming that girl's name was Marissa. Aren't they all.
Promise I'll be in a better mood just as soon as the weather stops being such a bitch.
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