Taker

MORAL IMAGINATON:
sunny reading by David Bromwich
morality and imagination have something to do with eachother, and both have something to do with the power of human sympathy. Most people would grant that much. Difficulty comes when we try to decide how and where to bring morality and imagination together. ...Morality, we say, is concerned with the real and its objects are actual. Imagination conjures fiction and its objects are, at most, probable: we could believe them real in a world that otherwise resembled our own.

AMOEBA: body without organs
The term ‘body-without-organs’ is borrowed from Artaud to suggest the ‘true’ condition of the human body if freed from the punishments of a repressive God. Deleuze and Guattari remap the fixed biological body as a dynamic force field of speeds and intensities, ‘traversed by a powerful, nonorganic vitality’ which includes the mind. The body-without-organs is ‘affective, intensive, anarchist’ in nature. Like the AMOEBA, it is open to surrounding matter, which it incorporates.

brought to you by mirame, aka mirasol, aka blood_bunny, aka BloodsBunny, aka bunny_cakes, aka claramante, aka mirame xue, who solely follow(ed) the structural set known as Id.

sunshine for breakfast...

with a cup of coffee on the side.

Very nice when all that stands between skin and sun is a hair-tie and a bracelet. My first hamptons getaway. :)

archi-rant

I don't talk about architecture too often here, eventhough it takes up most of my days and all of my reading efforts. (i do need to broaden my horizon with literature and current event reading)

In designing a recent "concept" project it proved apparent that many architects forget about the neccessary handrail. And when i say.. "oh look, we can raise this wall here to make a bench that acts like a rail" or "peel the wall or floor here to make a fluid handrail" .. i get this roll-of-the-eyes-look.

really? that's the best almighty FOA could do? Link

hehe.. always a critic :)

happy [late] anniversary darling

My sweet Susandia.
The date slipped by me.
If things go the way I planned we have one more year together... so let's paint the town red with....

Watermelon & Tomato Salad
4 cups watermelon cut in large dice
4 cups tomatoes cut in large dice
1 cup red onion, thin sliced
1 jalapeno, minced (maybe 2 :))
1/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
1 teaspoon kosher salt
Pepper, chili/cayenne powder to taste

mmmmmm

-it's healthy

hands off my fragile wrists

I stand the ground I make
the ground I shake
the ground I break

my flag, my territory
slaved and claimed
by my wilted fingertips

it's mine to keep

the end is near, if not here already

the 6th sense approximation
it has a way with words in me
letters slowly show on the marquee
puzzled together as they float by
revealing its skin under the smokey bath water
drops forming the names, the things
that will wash away in due time

tennis date :)

blue skies, green eyes and golden hair. lime green puma gear strutting out a beat up F150, how could i forget?

half-heart healthy

Cheers to beautiful nyc lunches.

the x bomb!

tap tap and tap
my foot hangs from the seat to bar down under..
... tap
... tap
... tap
the repetative motion, the repetative thought, the repetative sound
at my head
at my foot
at my stomache
the addiction preys on me at the incremental second
with every orchestrated word that hangs
at my lips
at my fingertips
at my lashes
the addiction that strums each chord
over
and over
and over again.

East Village Litter Trials

Two weeks ago: The cardboard litter box was hanged with a wire hanger from the basement water pipe. The sign attached read "THIS DOES NOT GO WITH THE PLASTICS!!!". It was a statement, a revolution by Denis The Trash Sorter.

Yesterday: Denis's friend, Mark (who I now rumor as lovers) sent out the monthly STOOP SCOOP newsletter. Amongst the pleasantries and birthday reminders, a note at the end read: "Will the owner of the cat litter box please make yourself known to Denis".

Today: Every cat owner recieved a hand written note. Ours read:
S & T,
Do you use "FRESH STEP" cat litter?
___ YES
___ NO
Please return to Denis in apt ##.
...

Clearly, my answer is no, but I SOOO wanted to check yes.

fill my current niche

In adapting, animals fill niches as a survival mechanism. Thier habitat is compromised, so habits, even physiological attributes are modified. The smaller creature grows a bit to eat the larger insects that his "neighbor's" growing population hasn't monopolized.
And so it is. that we fill a niche. If even for a moment for different things and different people.

Just leave me your residue please.
I'm collecting.

"fuck all yall" pre-party prep

I listen to his preaching
"scraping through my head till I don't want to sleep anymore."
his chords, his lips, his brows
dark and brilliantally painted

"this thing is slowly taking me apart"
letting it fall like the towel around me

"just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be"
my mouth mouths.. rising.. breathing.. leaving.

oh, little girl....

stroke me with your lies
bathe me with milken honey
I feel the everything...
heavy drop drips at my navel
thickened layered covered lips
a trembled finger strums
bends and crooks
to a beat of the bass that rolls and pounds and sounds to the fuery of the crazed thoughts that plummet to the ends of the light that seem to pierce the other side of my brain.....disbelief in perfection itself as it lands upon me.

indefinately

The verdict is in, one more year, at least!

3am rendezvous

with my coolest cat. alone.
the midnight stroll
the late night excursion
a ten year habit not worth breaking

Our anniversary is on thursday.
Ten Years.

Cheers to My Todd.

Cheers to us.