sunny sunday at the parks
the word is full of art, i mean, just look at what every little breeze whispered in my ear this week (nyuk, nyuk)… but seriously, she's good and better yet, she's a local and becoming a friend (though i do not know if i will ever know the relationship of friend as i once defined it, or even close, but life is a series of redefining moments so, whatever and/or meaningfulness as we wish… and the one will choose, but until she gets here, i choose, even if my choice is often not to choose, but rather, to babble on in irreverence asides and play all sorts of literary games that dance around any sort of decision and even might miss the point completely, which just may be the point, after all…
so i am giving up sleep again tonight to write about the day that was and better yet, or at least an enjoyable addition, i seem to be popping random inspirations into the babble without apparent reason beyond wanting to mention the random inspiration, which means i am enjoying myself and sharing as i wish again, which means i love me and you and scooby dooby do so voh doh deed oh doh and la deed ah too… but that's beside the point (doh!)…
and today five people, me and two people i met before, one who is becoming friend and one who is pretty wacky and fun, but still newish, and two people i never met until today beyond a few moments at an almost forgotten event and maybe one even a potential roommate cuz most anybody could be one at this point in time, wandered around Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure from about 10am to about 7pm and we made it out of the parks just as the rains started and what rains they became as we could not see the front of the car as we drove from the park tonight, so two of us went to Fridays for dinner as we waited for the floods to subside… the floods finally subsided and the food was fine and dandy (ah, remembering dandy) and then i drove home and, as usual, found the tv on, so i vegetated in front of sports center for a while and then came to the words after i should have rightly been fast asleep and here we are… Precious is putting Queer As Folk on now, her latest obsession (she bought the first three seasons recently) and i am rambling on…
fun day, muchly…
on the way home i received a call from one of the emails i sent out last night to prospective roommates found on roommates dot com, let's call him Jon and my first reaction was the place is probably too small and too far from work and not where i want to be, but then, that may simply be my way of slowing the process as i am hoping to find someone (the one?) to relate to more deeply on more or even many levels and share fun with maybe even fall in love with or at least share mad passionate lust with and… yeah, i'll come down to earth and make a decision on the best place and person, but i have a month and a few days before i am out of here so i have a few weeks at least before i must make a decision…
imagine i'm a dreamer… la la la…
and even though i was on call for work this weekend (for which i am handsomely rewarded with the semi-sarcastically mentioned, but still sincerely appreciated sum of $100 a day), there was just one call and it did not require my presence on site, so yay for a quiet weekend… hopefully it was not just because the phone did not work (i will find out tomorrow morning, aye?)… and that was the day that was…
hope you enjoyed your weekend too :)
so i am giving up sleep again tonight to write about the day that was and better yet, or at least an enjoyable addition, i seem to be popping random inspirations into the babble without apparent reason beyond wanting to mention the random inspiration, which means i am enjoying myself and sharing as i wish again, which means i love me and you and scooby dooby do so voh doh deed oh doh and la deed ah too… but that's beside the point (doh!)…
and today five people, me and two people i met before, one who is becoming friend and one who is pretty wacky and fun, but still newish, and two people i never met until today beyond a few moments at an almost forgotten event and maybe one even a potential roommate cuz most anybody could be one at this point in time, wandered around Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure from about 10am to about 7pm and we made it out of the parks just as the rains started and what rains they became as we could not see the front of the car as we drove from the park tonight, so two of us went to Fridays for dinner as we waited for the floods to subside… the floods finally subsided and the food was fine and dandy (ah, remembering dandy) and then i drove home and, as usual, found the tv on, so i vegetated in front of sports center for a while and then came to the words after i should have rightly been fast asleep and here we are… Precious is putting Queer As Folk on now, her latest obsession (she bought the first three seasons recently) and i am rambling on…
fun day, muchly…
on the way home i received a call from one of the emails i sent out last night to prospective roommates found on roommates dot com, let's call him Jon and my first reaction was the place is probably too small and too far from work and not where i want to be, but then, that may simply be my way of slowing the process as i am hoping to find someone (the one?) to relate to more deeply on more or even many levels and share fun with maybe even fall in love with or at least share mad passionate lust with and… yeah, i'll come down to earth and make a decision on the best place and person, but i have a month and a few days before i am out of here so i have a few weeks at least before i must make a decision…
imagine i'm a dreamer… la la la…
and even though i was on call for work this weekend (for which i am handsomely rewarded with the semi-sarcastically mentioned, but still sincerely appreciated sum of $100 a day), there was just one call and it did not require my presence on site, so yay for a quiet weekend… hopefully it was not just because the phone did not work (i will find out tomorrow morning, aye?)… and that was the day that was…
hope you enjoyed your weekend too :)
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posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
12 Comments:
please, i beg you, tell me something i don't know.
ok, the moon IS NOT made out of cheese.
Yay for new friends and new experiences and new posts (so many new words...) as I had started to believe you decided to just move to a cloud somewhere after jumping out of a plane.
hugs :)
Hellooo
And huuugs
:)
suggestion for new blog:
tale:z of edwards
OR
air force debase
OR
z 58 fourier series
OR
marie curie and dr. bardan win nobel prize, einstein turns in his grave after proof positive he stole ALL his ideas from wife and patent office.
OR
pernickety and z0tl marry, q9 ties the knot, time enough for love has not yet count to 12,182 when YOU finally get to officiate between JNICKOLE and I.
remember, jnickole (zoe@dairyland)?
she's still here, but why locked? so young, so scared. only in amerika.
this is the chosen year i will finally get to meet dcalien.
the one who recognized me by my cryptix, the one without whom my blogging career would've never started before i had turned to dust literally.
as it is, i am only dust metaphorically and not even so, except when i throw myself in other people's eye.
which should i reread 1st?
friday
or
time enough for love?
ps: but this time i promise to pay really close mathematically precise attention to the part where the genetix of the species is discussed.
so lissn to this, j.lo wants me to "stay away from her."
i wonder if i say something re: j.lo here if that qualifies as being a psycho who refuses to stay away from her, whatever the fuck that means on the internet these days.
*rolls eyes*
thy wish is my command, baron munchhausen, i will not mention you anywhere else, nor henceforth.
as always, when you wake the fuck up from the dead, i'll be here, as i've always been.
the order of myth:z?
#1 - z0tl is a psycho.
it depends on where you are in your head and what games you want to play with your psyche (or maybe you don't want to and then, who knows what might happen :)
Friday is a dream of a sexually free future where love is more real and shared more than it is today set in an sort of spy-like adventure story... nice safe-ish escapism, even if it is a wish for free-er love that i've known a long long time...
Time Enough for Love is a dream of living and loving forever, or close to it, the way it ought to be, mostly... epic, even... traumatic and cathartic and inspiring and dangerously close to psychout for me, maybe...
of course it may not be a test of healing or psychosis or cynicism for you, it may just be a story...
two of my favorites, any way you use or take them :)
I should find time to read again :)
thanks for reminding me :)
as for your psycho status, you are just to real (and harsh, cuz the truth can be grating and there are people who simply do not want to be grated at any given moment, or ever, either)... not psycho, no matter how much you sometimes like to think you play the part :)
you are in the loop of trying to save someone you care about (shhhh, i never wrote that) and you forget sometimes, in the heat of your caring, that everyone is in their own loop and only they can change that (and what loop am in now, ah, the juggler has many loops to choose from, but that's a secret so don't tell cuz the juggler's club will throw bowling pins and fruit at me if you do and i wouldn't want that to happen to innocent fruit)...
so patience, lotus breath, sit and free your mind of the compassion you hold so close to your heart that compels you to blurt out genius in the form of psychic razor blades as you attempt to cut away the fear and pain that humanity holds so dear... savior complexes are tought to live with... your caring is real and needs no validation or approval, no matter how good it can feel... posterity (and all who overcome fear and pain) will know the blessing of unconditional love, razor sharp as it can be, even as it finds the challenge to accept the human fear and pain so many hang on to for reasons beyond explanation tears at patience and sends flames of frustration through the words of caring... we can only hope that eventually, we all find the blossoms of awareness...
besides, remember, there is time enough for love :)
the 1st page of hitchhiker's guide says it all (about all being on individual loops) that by some miracle we briefly intersect while fallen here, yet somehow we do intersect.
what to do then, at inflexion points? when someone is ascending, you remind them of descent, when someone is descending, you remind them of ascent.
except the infinitely prolongued who goes around in his non-space in his non-ship and keeps reminding everyone to go fuck themSELVE:z!
i doubt i'm anywhere near in understanding to the infinitely prolongued, had i been, i would have summed the answer up instead of yet another self-flaggelating diatribe in this:
YOU IDIOTIC FOO WHATCHU HERE FOR THEN, TO FIND ANOTHER ONE LIKE YOU?
It would of course be nice for once to be quoted accurately if one is going to be quoted at all.
Yes, we all have our own loops to run and our own way to make in this life we have to live. I know better than anyone my own weaknesses and missteps and mistakes and descents and have finally made a decision to offer those places in myself unconditional love and acceptance instead of digging knives into those spots with anger to make them bleed even more. Just a different approach. I've dwelled in the worthlessness long enough and don't really need daily reminders any more.
The word psycho has never been in my vocabulary, nor have the words "stay away from me", but then, when you wish to choose to dwell in those places yourself I suppose that's all you can see for yourself, about yourself. I still offer the same respect and love and compassion I always have...still am grateful for the gift of having seen a loving, compassionate heart in Michael Bardan.
This feels a little like running to the teacher to tell sides, which I suppose for any 8 year old is pretty typical. As for me, it's time to go places deeper with art and words to some painful, wounded and also very joyous, giggling, carefree places inside of me with the equal offering of acceptance and love, in an environment conducive to growing and opening. If that means telling someone their approach toward me doesn't work for me and to please stop, then that is all part of offering that love to myself, something I have never done before.
As always, I am sending love and hugs your way, and his way, and any other person's way who happens along here :)
p.s. and just for the sake of clarity, the 8 year old I refer to above is me. (After all, I wouldn't want to be misquoted after all :). Sometimes I am 8, sometimes 88. All those parts are in there. :)
well, the insanity may be insane, but the madness is not mad at all :)
so maybe trying to wipe tears with a brillo pad isn't as effective as pouring honey on an open wound, but sparks may still fly anyway...
yes, douglas was a genius, a loopy genius, but a genius nonetheless...
and as obscurity shields my beloved readers from the acerbic cleverness behind my truths (or verse vices), irreverence protected his beloved readers from the brilliant depths of his razor wit...
oh, and something about ego too...
thing is, i don't need to be right all the time because i know i can be if i want to be so i am when i want to be so i don't have to be all the time...
freakin A...
and if i got half of what i put out, i'd be even more amazed than you...
meanwhile, i am 4, but you oughta know that by now... things aren't as serious when you're 4...
i will attempt sleep now cuz i have 4 hours of softball starting in six hours or so... and 12 hours of softball on sunday...
run more... must...
be good to each other :)
nite nite
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