Elton!

Hey guys,

I know that no one comes on this anymore, but I wanted to write down the events of this evening and I don't know where on earth my journal has gotten to. Tonight Cathy's family invited me to see Elton John in concert! It was soo oooo oooo cool! We went to Cricket amphitheater and we were very very early. We met up with some of their friends and ate some snacks. Then we filed into the amphitheater (which took a while, as it was very disorganized) and took our seats. Elton came on right on time, wearing this really cool black and blue suit, with a sparkly picture of a man (probably him) hanging out of a crocodile's mouth! It sounds weird, and it was, but it was definitely a crocodile and I liked it haha. He was so good in concert! He has been playing for almost 40 years now, and his voice has not gone all Bob Dylan-y. Some of the songs he played were Levon, Daniel, Tiny Dancer, Grey Seal, Rocketman, Someone Saved My Life Tonight, Saturday Nights Alright, Philadelphia Freedom, Candle in the Wind, Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me, Goodbye Yellowbrick Road, Bennie and the Jets, The Bitch is Back, Your Song, and Circle of Life! He also played a new song entitled Never Too Old To Hold Somebody, which was so cute. I recorded Tiny Dancer on my camera, and it sounds so good! I am so happy with it, especially since at the concert it sounded awful when I tried to replay what I had recorded. But after bringing it home I have realized that digital cameras that friends buy you for your birthday are way better at recording than cellular telephonos. He also just improvised for quite a while, probably 5-10 minutes at least of just him playing piano. Poor Elton though, he was sick while performing! After playing Tiny Dancer, he apologetically excused himself, saying that he has a stomach virus. He went backstage for a few minutes and returned, informing us that he had just thrown up and was ready to continue. He then played for two straight hours! As Russell said, "Elton John's a monster." During The Bitch is Back, this woman jumped up onstage and started dancing around! She was onstage for maybe 20 seconds total; these big dudes in white came right on over and escorted her off. It was really funny though. Elton John is a great performer. I didn't expect watching a guy play piano for three hours to be fun, but he made great facial expressions, and the songs were so fun that time flew.

I am going to get flowers for the Weirs tomorrow or Monday to make sure they know that I appreciate the invitation to join them tonight. I told them, but I'd like to do something extra as well. I got some awesome pictures of him too; my camera has an awesome zoom on it!

It's bedtime now, I just wanted to write this down somewhere, while it's still fresh in my brain.

this is what happens when I have homework...

Dear Magical Genie Whom I Hope to Find Someday,

Please hurry up. I have papers to write, and I was hoping you could eradicate them forever for me. Thanks. While you're at it, can you please give me awesome knowledge absorbing powers, so that, like a sponge absorbing a spill in the kitchen, I can absorb any number of facts and theories, and be able to constructively use them in my daily life. Now that I have knowledge absorbency powers, I can easily become wealthy or famous or whatever, not that I would ever want to, but just in case. Unfortunately, I doubt that these powers will give me significant knowledge about the general direction of my life. So, if you could provide some key choices, sorta like in Who Wants to Be A Millionaire, that would be truly delightful. This way, I may still make bad decision, but the chances are much slimmer. Glad we settled this. Thanks Magical Future Genie.

Did You Know (March 25)

Did you know that you can maintain the color of your jeans, and prevent them from shrinking, by washing them in cold water every few weeks (or less), and hanging them up to dry instead of using a dryer?

I am.

I write another stanza of this poem every other week. I have a love/hate relationship with this poem and I fear that it will never be complete.

I am a struggle underneath a cup of tea.
I am in a fight with a coaster
and a battle to dirty the glass coffee table.
Let me be your annoyance,
let me be your desire to wipe me clean of my sins.

I am listening to the friction of a bed with loose railings.
Bumping against the wall,
closing the gap as her squeaky clean appearance falls underneath the bed.
Let me be your annoyance,
let me be the one who keeps you up at night.

I am a copy machine imitating art on pastel xerox paper.
Creating duplicates of the original.
Clones with wasted ink that will be seen and stuffed away in backpacks and desks.
Let me be your annoyance,
let me quietly make copies of a message that will be ignored and thrown away.

I am the constant ebb and flow of an ocean's tide
Highs and lows, I have some things to hide.
As the full moon mysteriously sets forth these waves,
I'll crash beneath the rocks and pave another way.
Let me be your annoyance,
let me soothe you with the harsh sounds of the sea.

This is the song to my life right about now.

Born Ruffians. They make my heart tingle. Lately, I've been thinking too much and this song sums about 2 years of my life in about 2 minutes.

BTDubs- Singer Luke Lalonde is so amazing, he did this song in one take and almost passed out due to shortness of breath. You go boy.

This Sentence will Save/Ruin Your Life



I need to know who I am
and what I'm going to do while I'm on earth
I need to understand
everything and everybody's lives

I need to get up tomorrow
I have to mail that letter and pay that bill
deadlines, deadlines, deadlines
write that essay, and pray on the windowsill

lines, lines jump from line to line
just one, do one at a time
this one's all about mine mine mine
solve one try then keep on trying
i'm sculpting my philosophy
in patterns going 1,2,3
I'm trying your monogamy
in increments of 1 through 3

I need to eat I'm hungry
I'll grab a bite of a BLT
That's all I want right now...
With some juice, no... coffee.

I need a girlfriend, I'm lonely
Someone to love me and fuck me
I need to get laid immediately
But also someone to fulfill my needs

I need success to be wealthy
I'm hanging on to my simplicity
I need a nice car and nice clothes
Fatter lips and a smaller nose
I need to learn I need to grow
I want to know. No no no no no no no no
I need nice hair... no women
Nice hair, then women. Until then...

lines, lines jump from line to line
just one, do one at a time
this one's all about mine mine mine
solve one try then keep on trying
I'm sculpting my philosophy
in patterns going 1,2,3
I'm trying post modernity
in increments of 1 through 3

Tall Enough

Tall Enough from Strike Anywhere on Vimeo.

Tall Enough is short film by director, Barry Jenkins. It tells the story of an interracial couple living together as photographers in New York City.

I stumbled upon this gem when I was looking for another movie directed by Barry Jenkins called Medicine for Melancholy that I saw last year. Hoping to find it on DVD, I just so happened to click the right link from google at the right time and...viola! I found yet another reason to support Jenkins and his amazing work as a new director.

I just love the way Jenkins takes a taboo in African American society and exposes it into a beautiful masterpiece. His message is concise with little controversy (unlike some other Black directors *cough* Spike Lee *cough*), which is why I hope to see more of him in the future!

The Greates Bed

Lately I’ve been thinking about my old room. Not my first college dorm full of awkward and uncomfortable moments, only to be tossed aside 6 months later. Nor have I been thinking of the familiar room that I’ve lived in since the third grade until my first semester of college. No, the room I’m thinking of is my old bed that sat in the hallway tucked against the closet. This is with out a doubt my favorite room. The hotels in foreign countries could not match the exotic flavor of my old desk/bunkbed. From what I remember of hotels the wonders and excitement they held stretched as far as I could see out the window. But the bed, the bed would become a ship cast away by the waves and at the mercy of the winds it would arrive in the most wonderful and amazing lands that the imagination could hold. My room itself was whatever connected to the feet of my bed. Kitchen, living room, and dining room were my room connected to the hall way connected to the bed. The outside with were my room connected to the porch, to the door, to the hall way, to the bed. Every tree was a castle waiting to be conquered, and over every hill and around every corner was a new land wanting to be discovered. At night when I was tired and it was time for bed, instead of using the ladder, I would climb around the back shelves that were used for storage space, and I felt the same way the climbers of Everest felt. The exhilarating rush of reaching the top and stretching out your fingers to touch the ceiling of the world, yes that was indeed the best bed/desk/room/world and I wouldn’t trade the experience for the most lavish bedroom in the world.