24 March 2012
08 March 2012
07 March 2012
still going on
18 February 2012
gza
15 February 2012
lavender and sweat
One of my favorite parts of the savages is when the man Wendy is having an affair with is on the phone with her. he’s calling from her apartment, and, laying on her bed, he says that her smell is like lavender and sweat, and he says it really affectionately. their relationship is such a bittersweet little subplot. he’s laying in her bed on the phone speaking with her, her cat might be in the frame, or his dog, i can’t remember, and he’s smelling one of her shirts or pillows. i always liked that because i’ve always liked the smell of bodies and it’s nice when other people appreciate things like that. people are really offended by body odor and smells that aren’t “clean” (emphasize those quotations) the reasons for which i’ve never really grasped. lavender and sweat is such a good combination. i think my love for the smell of bodies can be attributed in part to one of my old boyfriends because he never showered and he always smelled so good and warm. i can’t remember his smell anymore and i haven’t seen him in almost 2 years but when i stuck my head into his room sometime in late December it came back to me like an old friend. and that was it, i put my head into Matt’s room for two seconds and i smelled him and remembered, of course. it’s also because even when i have showered i still have a distinct smell that some people would consider an “odor” but i can’t tell you how many times i’ve also been approached by people who say that they secretly love my scent. that’s what they say, “secretly”, like it’s a secret. i don’t know one person who’d say they don’t like smells in general but at the same time i don’t know many people who would say that they like the smell of a body untainted by perfume, scented lotion, deodorant, aftershave, whatever, or at least they’d be afraid to admit it. remember, “it’s a secret”. it’s not even that i don’t like the smells of those things. take lavender for instance. i myself have lavender deodorant. it’s a good smell. if someone smells like lavender chances are it’s really pleasant. or a nice spicy aftershave, or what have you. but when i hug someone i don’t want to always smell old spice. actually, bad example, because i love the smell of old spice, so let’s say i don’t want to exclusively smell old spice. on the other hand, that’s just one of many rewards of getting to know someone intimately, because you (ideally) get to experience their “true” scent. that in itself is really intimate. it’s only ever more inviting when you just smell like yourself. i don’t usually leave the best impressions on people but one thing people have said about me is that i’m “warm” and i don’t doubt it’s partly because of my unimposing odor, you know. humility. at the same time it’s logical to think that since we have scent memories we’re more likely to remember someone who has a distinct, personal smell as opposed to some artificial one that ten thousand other people smell of too, which doesn’t sound very humble, and it isn’t about being remembered, it’s just nice to smell like yourself, it’s a part of being who you are. it’s also nice to not be able to identify precisely what someone smells like, at least not entirely. it’s like when you’re tasting wine, smelling is really the most important part. and when people smell wine they observe that the wine might smell like blackberries or chocolate or cherries but the wine doesn’t have blackberries, chocolate or cherries in it, the wine exudes its own smell, and that smell is subjective to the taster. when you’re smelling a person you don’t have the same systematic way of observing that you do when you taste wine but it’s still subjective to an extent because you smell things that not everybody else is smelling. if you’re wearing lavender deodorant you’ll smell like lavender. if you’re also wearing a shirt you haven’t washed in a few days then you’ll smell like lavender but also like a plethora of other unidentifiable smells. what’s offensive about that?
12 February 2012
memories
Almost 9 hours of lord of the rings. that was a gray and white day almost 2 years ago at the beach. that same week, maddy and i would wake up in the mornings at 7 or 8 and sit in wooden chairs facing each other and knee socks. our feet up. eating corn flakes from whole foods - or was it trader joe’s? we realized one night, drinking earl grey, that we are ever so distantly related. i borrowed some shoes of hers to go to a farmer’s market in on that rainy day. it was the only rain the whole time we were there. one night i sat on her bed and she towel dried my hair for me. eventually she was too tired (maddy gets tired easily) and we turned out the lights and i finished the job myself. (i’m reminded of the similar wooden chairs in matt’s kitchen. we always made black tea with tons of sugar and honey every time we hung out. all summer, sweet hot black tea.) another time, probably one of the first times i went to maddy’s sweet little gray house, in the morning, she was still in bed (another rainy day) and she invited me in with her, and the warmth that met me is a sensation i will never forget. maddy’s bed situation is different now, but at the time it was 2 twin mattresses on the floor. maddy lives in one of those houses that looks, on the outside, too tiny to fit more than a couple of rooms in. then you go inside and the ceilings upstairs reach the sky. a more immediate understanding of the word “ceiling” if you catch my drift. her bed was below some windows - i forget if they face her steep backyard. did i sleep that night at all? anyway, i got into bed with maddy that morning. she looked so happy. it was before we were really good friends like we are now. i’ll tell you what maddy’s house (and maddy, for that matter) smells like. it smells like your grandmother. rose soap. hot water. moths? it has a comforting smell. it smells like my grandmother, anyway. another time we walked almost 2 hours so she could fill her bike tires up and by that time we were too tired anyway and we ended up getting strong hot black tea (what else?). yet another gray day that was. maddy what is it with you and gray days jesus
i remember inviting noam over at 8 or 9 pm that one night. but i forget when it was, i think a little bit into fall, but not winter. october? i remember inviting him over but i think i hadn't seen him for a long time. i can't remember our precursor to that night. i think it was after a long absence because he said a few times how different i looked. he looked different too. he kept playing with my feet. it was really comforting, especially since i wasn't wearing socks, but with socks on it would have still felt nice, of course. i love when people touch my feet. i love being touched in general, but feet especially, because i'd say on average people don't get their feet touched very often, at least not by old friends or just people dear to them. noam's hands are always smooth, every guy i know has perpetually smooth warm hands. is that a guy thing?
lord i miss
06 February 2012
09 January 2012
04 December 2011
26 November 2011
25 November 2011
12 November 2011
12 October 2011
04 October 2011
18 September 2011
some thoughts
2: my life story is in a jar of honey
3: "base generosity"
07 September 2011
only crazy people can make good wine
ive been thinking about a lot of things the past few days: firstly, i hate how depression/suicide is romanticized so in our culture. it's because so many artists of various mediums have created beautiful things that were borne from a state of sorrow. this seems to have been giving people in our generation a pseudo-depressed, hypochondriacal quality. it's not "cool" to be depressed. everyone has emotions, that doesn't make everyone depressed. i like keats because not only is his writing beautiful but it is so obviously coming from a place of happiness, same thing with jackson pollock. more often do you hear that an artist does their best work when they're depressed, like sylvia plath, whose work often obviously comes from a place of sadness.
secondly: humans are very clever things. ive had humanism on my mind a lot lately because of my summer assignments for european history and the whole concept is almost funny because it relates eveything to some human quality and attributes so much good to humankind. i'm having trouble with the idea that people are the best thing on this earth. people created the concept of humanism anyway. it's disturbing how people can decieve and lie and just have an inherent instinct to do these things at certain times, and more over how you can not know if someone is lying or telling the truth.
thirdly: what is the obsession with soul mates that people have? how can there possibly be just ONE person that is "right" for you? people find tons of loves in the time that they are alive. i don't doubt that just because they ended they weren't "right" for me at the time. people change, and if you stay with a certain person that appeals to who you are in that epoch of your life, you're gonna get used to them and stay with them until you, or they, change. people are creatures of habit, they are also creatures who love to love
fourthly: i don't appreciate it when guys that i don't like try to sweet talk me or come on to me or flirt or what ever. a lot of people don't like this, but it really fucking gets under my skin that i can literally feel the overly obvious compliments and "kind" words are all for one goal and it's sickening. all the wrong people spoke to me yesterday.
06 September 2011
01 September 2011
dreaming dreams/green tea
22 August 2011
20 August 2011
tis a dainty thing to command, though twere but a flock of sheep
04 August 2011
25 July 2011
westernly
but they are washed underneath dried lavender.
i thought about rob almost consistently all day which happens from time to time. it's also nice when he comes into my mind in a busy day.
19 July 2011
"all i can do is do"
last night i got out of my dark bed and turned on the light and sat up for a couple of hours before going to sleep. whenever i have a problem or something to think about i never get to sleep unless i consider it in some way first because there is no hope of sleep unless that's done. i hate having irrational worries and fears.
certain people in my life seem to have a patronizing tone when speaking to me
today i made tea with too much sugar and honey and got a headache after doing a lot of chores. i realized that i love vaccuuming and doing laundry.
06 July 2011
19 June 2011
all the straws of hay in their haystack are actually needles
all day i have been thinking about the phrase "honeymoon". you recognize it, but if you look at it it's such a pretty phrase. honey moon. i want to live in those two words. i looked it up on wikipedia:
"The Merriam-Webster dictionary reports the etymology as from "the idea that the first month of marriage is the sweetest" (1546)."
as well as:
"One of the more recent citations in the Oxford English Dictionary indicates that, while today honeymoon has a positive meaning, the word was originally a reference to the inevitable waning of love like a phase of the moon."
sad, pretty things
"i'm only shy when i want to be / my head between my cypress knees"