Sometimes I get the idea that I don't really feel anything anymore.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
For Thanksgiving I made for my father and I: 1. Spinach and chickpea salad with walnut vinaigrette dressing 2. Tri-Vegetable spiral pasta with ricotta cheese I made from tofu 3. Curry seitan and couscous 4. Tofurky roasted in sage with homeade gravy 5. Creamy sweet potato Punjabi-style soup
I hope this is what it is like at all of your families' houses today if you so choose to celebrate with them:
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I am sexually frustrated, to be honest. Like, really. Like I can't hold a banana at work. Holding the banana at work is too much and I need someone else to do it for me.
I really hope I can learn to make music I like. It's my livelihood and I'm just letting time pass by so quickly. Maybe I need to take a lesson from Patty Smyth (not to be confused with Patti Smith) on how to shred, shoot at the walls of heartache, and be the Warrior.
I just wonder about the people who are adjusted to the severity of the curious and twisted nature of the world. I wonder if they were born that way, and I was born this way, or if we're all exactly the same at first. It's just so hard to try and keep a good attitude about things when sometimes every single thing feels sad. When even the happy things seem sad, or their existence makes the sad things sadder.
I was originally going to link to a cool californian skate thrash band, but the importance of that in my mind is fleeting. Instead, look at these drawings by Kon Trubkovich. I really like this series for a lot of reasons.
I can't believe I might never see the bike I love again. I deserve that bike.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I saw a tandem decorated in holiday lights in my neighborhood, and it made my heart hurt. I really miss having a partner who liked bikes as much, or probably more than I did. In fact, I really really really miss that. And I miss riding on a tandem. And I miss being two and not one. Ok.