It's cold outside!

So last night I smoked and then I began to feel the presence of ghosts in my apartment. I tried not to freak out and I told myself "calm down, your mind is playing tricks on you" But I didn't know what to believe. Maybe there really are ghosts! Or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. I felt scared because I don't know how ghosts behave when they know that you know about them. Maybe they start following you around, or grabbing your ankles when you get out of bed in the morning. I've never believed in ghosts, and I still don't - not really. I'm just willing to consider the possibility.

well hello my evil son, sit down and let me tell you a story!

That was a quote in a book I had (more or less) but now the book is lost forever and I don't know what to do because it was a library book and I left it on the greyhound bus. Maybe someone will read the book and it will change their life. Or maybe someone will tear its paper out and use the paper to wipe their dripping nose or their dirty butt. The weird thing is that although this book and I will probably never see each other again, the book is becoming a bigger part of my life each day. Why? Because each day the library fines increase and before you know it the library will send the collectors after me and the collectors are not nice people.

It's funny how the world works sometimes. I didn't realize when I picked the book up off the shelf that it would one day be responsible for my demise. It seemed so harmless and innocent!

tired

It's been an exhausting week.

I like the last 4 lines of this song by the Arcade Fire

"Purify the colors, purify my mind.
Purify the colors, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colors
in this heart of mine."

city people

From Cary Tennis at Salon, writing about city people (some of it probably applies to all people)

"We who live in cities go about in zones of tacitly granted invisibility. We conduct our private business in full view of all, on buses and subways, on city streets and in cafes. We begin and end marriages. We seal business deals, talking on cellphones and e-mailing each other, all while pretending not to hear, not to pay attention to each other, not to be interested, not to be visible.

At the same time, we signal each other constantly in intricate codes of our own devising. We signal each other about how much money we make and where we live, what our political beliefs are and what groups we are attached to, whether we are single or married, sexually active or not, interested or not interested. We signal where we are going, whether to a party or to a friend's house, to a club or a museum, to work or to a workout. We watch each other's signals, trying to decode them. This happens in silence, with glances and gestures."

woohoo!

The hope in my footsteps
came in through my eyes
my ears my skin
in through the nose
and out through the mouth
into my soul,
it came!
HOPE
leaped and bounded
like a teenage cat
onto a beetle
in the grass.
Lit up the world
so that all that was seen
for some flashes of time
was perfect
just the way it was,
easy like a free-verse poem
written in soul blood
dripping deliciously from fingertips
eager and alive
and energetic from
electricity
generated out of
nothing nowhere and nobody.

Party in the streets

Oh happiness! I am slowly slowly slowly finding places in Dallas that make me smile just being in them. Tonight, I am sitting here at Standard and Pours a coffee shop on South Lamar (isn’t that a clever name?) and theres a kick ass band playing 10 feet away from me and I am drinking my coffee and eating a muffin, and it’s very laid back and friendly-feeling, and I’m like “yeah!” And unlike the hipper-than-thou coffee shops in austin this place has comfortable chairs. And it’s only 15 miles from my apartment, which is good for D-town, believe it or not.

Victory for the democrats!! Three cheers for the dems!!!!!!!! Now DEMS DON’T FAIL US NOW!!! And that includes you Nancy Pelosi. I’ve got my eyes on you.

On election night, I heard a man on tv say something like this: for the past 140 years, the majority in congress has changed hands every 14 years- republicans to democrats and back again. And guess what? This year we were due for a change. Its weird when formulas like that work out. Are we the masses, so predictable? Maybe Dick Cheney is right. Maybe congress is a bunch of annoying idiots and the American people are just a dumb heard of sheeple that need to be lied to and pacified so that those in power can protect us from the wolves.

Oh well, for now I'll just be hopeful.

EDIT (11/17/06):

Apparently that every 14 years for the past 140 years was too good to be true! It's not true. I either heard wrong or was lied to. This means that we the masses, are not so predictable and Dick Cheney is definitely wrong.