Hello, love.
I may or may have not met you in my life so far. If you're Justin Stones, then holy hell, that would be hilarious.
Well, this is what I hope you are to me.
I hope you are taller than me.
I hope you are witty.
I hope you are happy.
I hope you are content with life.
I hope you enjoy talking about music as much as I do.
I hope you have some demons.
I hope you can have a good laugh.
I hope you like wine.
I hope you can drive a car better than me.
I hope you want to make a family.
I hope you like the countryside.
I hope you cry.
I hope you like to dance (or try to).
I hope you like to read.
I hope you will read my stories.
I hope you tell me stories.
I hope we make stories.
I hope you never leave me.
I hope I find out who you are.
I hope that I will never mistakenly let you go.
That would then make all of my hoping be such a gigantic waste.
Hej hej,
Any
Monday, August 31, 2009
I want you to do something for me.
It will only take a second. It might take longer, depending on your mood, the circumstances, your life schedule. But, trust me, it's worth it.
Now, as soon as you are done reading this, do what I have asked you to. Promise me? This is the honor system.
Stand up. Let your hair down and free of any pins (if you have any holding it back)- this requires no restrictions. Nothing is to hold you back. I hope you're wearing something comfortable.
Put on a song that makes you feel good. Got it? I do, too (Mine is "Gravity Rides Everything" from Modest Mouse, if you're wondering... and curious enough to use the same music as me).
Stand up... close your eyes, and just start to spin slowly. Shake your head. Feel your hair kiss your cheeks, your lips curl up to a smile. Wiggle your fingers, shake your arms- loosen up. Laugh, if you want to. Ruffle your hair- who care how long it took to do it? Something like that isn't permanent... it can easily be fixed. No worries. Feel the moment. Do this for however long you wish. When you're done, you're going to feel invincible.
Let me know how it goes for you.
Hej hej,
Any
Now, as soon as you are done reading this, do what I have asked you to. Promise me? This is the honor system.
Stand up. Let your hair down and free of any pins (if you have any holding it back)- this requires no restrictions. Nothing is to hold you back. I hope you're wearing something comfortable.
Put on a song that makes you feel good. Got it? I do, too (Mine is "Gravity Rides Everything" from Modest Mouse, if you're wondering... and curious enough to use the same music as me).
Stand up... close your eyes, and just start to spin slowly. Shake your head. Feel your hair kiss your cheeks, your lips curl up to a smile. Wiggle your fingers, shake your arms- loosen up. Laugh, if you want to. Ruffle your hair- who care how long it took to do it? Something like that isn't permanent... it can easily be fixed. No worries. Feel the moment. Do this for however long you wish. When you're done, you're going to feel invincible.
Let me know how it goes for you.
Hej hej,
Any
Sunday, August 30, 2009
California's burning.
What else is new? I'm back here in little ol' Pasadena, dog watching little Gracie and that damned Marie-kitty. I woke up from a restless nights sleep of Gracie trying to nestle under the covers with me, and me battling to refuse her entry, along with extreme caution to not kick her off the bed in my sleep. I let Gracie out the back door to have her do her 'thing' outside, prepared my coffee half dead, then stepped back outside to summon her in.
Ashes are scattered across the patio.
The sun is a perfect circle, blood red-orange. The sky is illuminated with a purple and orange lining. To the north, though, it's a wall of black smoke. The smell, oh boy, this isn't your average camp-fire smell. It's magnified at least 27 times that. And the fact it was only 68 degrees outside made it all that much better.
Is it terrible of me to know that homes are particles floating away in the sky just 5 miles away, and I was standing in the backyard, watching the sunrise, and enjoying the wonderful scent of it all being taken away from them, knowing I'm safe down here, away from the foothills?
It is.
I'd never wish this tragedy on anyone.
But I can't ever pass up a moment where I can enjoy the smell of a good wildfire, enjoy the beautiful, manipulated colors in the sky, and enjoy the fact that I can sit at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee and not have to worry.
It is all very selfish, but, again:
What else is new?
Hej hej,
Any
Ashes are scattered across the patio.
The sun is a perfect circle, blood red-orange. The sky is illuminated with a purple and orange lining. To the north, though, it's a wall of black smoke. The smell, oh boy, this isn't your average camp-fire smell. It's magnified at least 27 times that. And the fact it was only 68 degrees outside made it all that much better.
Is it terrible of me to know that homes are particles floating away in the sky just 5 miles away, and I was standing in the backyard, watching the sunrise, and enjoying the wonderful scent of it all being taken away from them, knowing I'm safe down here, away from the foothills?
It is.
I'd never wish this tragedy on anyone.
But I can't ever pass up a moment where I can enjoy the smell of a good wildfire, enjoy the beautiful, manipulated colors in the sky, and enjoy the fact that I can sit at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee and not have to worry.
It is all very selfish, but, again:
What else is new?
Hej hej,
Any
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Imagine this:
There are a stack of one billion papers. All of these papers have been piling up on a desk throughout many years. What would you do with all of these papers? Are these even your papers?
Ah, but these papers- presumably not yours- are actually out of order. Now, what do you do? Do you decide to take on the task of placing all one billion papers in chronological order? Ah, but this task is impossible to complete on your own, even if you started on the day of your birth to the day you died. What is your next option? You call up your best friend and tell them about this mess. They say, "Eh, why does it matter? Just leave them alone- maybe they're supposed to be out of order?"
But it's puzzling you- why have an order for something when it isn't in order? Certainly, these papers are supposed to be in order. You start shuffling through more papers to try and recognize a pattern of some sort- but there are so many to sort through that it's overwhelming. You can't do this at all. It's too much of a responsibility- almost a burden. Do you leave this all behind? Hope someone else with as much motivation and spirit comes across these papers and can deal with them? Or do you tell others about these papers and see who else they can get to help you?
What would your decision be?
"One person can make a difference, and everyone should try."
- John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Hej hej,
Any
Ah, but these papers- presumably not yours- are actually out of order. Now, what do you do? Do you decide to take on the task of placing all one billion papers in chronological order? Ah, but this task is impossible to complete on your own, even if you started on the day of your birth to the day you died. What is your next option? You call up your best friend and tell them about this mess. They say, "Eh, why does it matter? Just leave them alone- maybe they're supposed to be out of order?"
But it's puzzling you- why have an order for something when it isn't in order? Certainly, these papers are supposed to be in order. You start shuffling through more papers to try and recognize a pattern of some sort- but there are so many to sort through that it's overwhelming. You can't do this at all. It's too much of a responsibility- almost a burden. Do you leave this all behind? Hope someone else with as much motivation and spirit comes across these papers and can deal with them? Or do you tell others about these papers and see who else they can get to help you?
What would your decision be?
"One person can make a difference, and everyone should try."
- John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Hej hej,
Any
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Wanted: Chocolate Banana Chip Shampoo and Conditioner; my quest for an everlasting companionship.
I love getting new shampoo and conditioner. It smells so delightful, your hair begins to take on a new level of shine. When you take hold of a chunk, it's developed an entirely new, soft texture you would never imagine.
Of course, at least for me, this only lasts for about the first five times I use it. After that, my nostrils have become desensitized to the scent, my hair begins to feel less silky and more stripped. You're using twice as much conditioner as when you first started, all because, as you lather it in your hair, it doesn't feel like it's soaking in the ingredients. You end up using so much that it's become a thick mucus all over your head- and as it washes away, you hair feels refreshed from the washing, thankful it can breathe without all of the conditioner on it... but it retaliates and goes dry and frizzy.
Again, I see this pattern for about all of the shampoo's and conditioner's I buy. And, I feel like this effect happens to many other things for other people. Now, I am beginning to think about why this shampoo/conditioner thing happens.
-Does my hair really grow limp after long use of the new product?
or
-Is it all in my head?
After all, shampoo and conditioner are material things. They will not last forever. They're easy to replace-- so, is all of this mental? Let's say if I purchased a limited edition pumpkin pie scented shampoo and conditioner that tamed my frizz- something guaranteed to be out for only the month of November this year, and to never be released again- would I then begin to relish in each experience I used this product? Never be let down on it's scent? Always be impressed with it's results?
Would I also stock up for dear life on the bottles and continue to use it for as long as possible?
(The last question is a different scenario...)
The answer is yes. I have been sucked into the limited edition trick. And, when it is finally gone, I am slightly disappointed. Even though things must come and go, you just still get mad when things are discontinued.
As awful as it may sound, I kind of view people like my bottles of shampoo and conditioner. There as some (mostly family) that are the limited editions, ones you use sparingly and you never want to let them go. Some are itty bitty hotel bottles that you don't mind throwing out. Some are Sephora sample's you never want to leave you, but somehow, they are gone before you want them to. And, you go to see the full-size... and it just isn't the same. Ah, but there are a lot of shampoo's and conditioner's. You may be into a certain brand for a while, but after a few months... it'll bore you, and so you move onto something different.
But, I'll find my Chocolate Banana Chip Shampoo and Conditioner. I'll never let it run out- it'll be coming from an obscure source from five countries, maybe even five counties, or five blocks away. It'll be my Chocolate Banana Chip Shampoo and Conditioner. How awesome my life will be with it; I'll let you know when I finally find some.
Hej hej,
Any
Of course, at least for me, this only lasts for about the first five times I use it. After that, my nostrils have become desensitized to the scent, my hair begins to feel less silky and more stripped. You're using twice as much conditioner as when you first started, all because, as you lather it in your hair, it doesn't feel like it's soaking in the ingredients. You end up using so much that it's become a thick mucus all over your head- and as it washes away, you hair feels refreshed from the washing, thankful it can breathe without all of the conditioner on it... but it retaliates and goes dry and frizzy.
Again, I see this pattern for about all of the shampoo's and conditioner's I buy. And, I feel like this effect happens to many other things for other people. Now, I am beginning to think about why this shampoo/conditioner thing happens.
-Does my hair really grow limp after long use of the new product?
or
-Is it all in my head?
After all, shampoo and conditioner are material things. They will not last forever. They're easy to replace-- so, is all of this mental? Let's say if I purchased a limited edition pumpkin pie scented shampoo and conditioner that tamed my frizz- something guaranteed to be out for only the month of November this year, and to never be released again- would I then begin to relish in each experience I used this product? Never be let down on it's scent? Always be impressed with it's results?
Would I also stock up for dear life on the bottles and continue to use it for as long as possible?
(The last question is a different scenario...)
The answer is yes. I have been sucked into the limited edition trick. And, when it is finally gone, I am slightly disappointed. Even though things must come and go, you just still get mad when things are discontinued.
As awful as it may sound, I kind of view people like my bottles of shampoo and conditioner. There as some (mostly family) that are the limited editions, ones you use sparingly and you never want to let them go. Some are itty bitty hotel bottles that you don't mind throwing out. Some are Sephora sample's you never want to leave you, but somehow, they are gone before you want them to. And, you go to see the full-size... and it just isn't the same. Ah, but there are a lot of shampoo's and conditioner's. You may be into a certain brand for a while, but after a few months... it'll bore you, and so you move onto something different.
But, I'll find my Chocolate Banana Chip Shampoo and Conditioner. I'll never let it run out- it'll be coming from an obscure source from five countries, maybe even five counties, or five blocks away. It'll be my Chocolate Banana Chip Shampoo and Conditioner. How awesome my life will be with it; I'll let you know when I finally find some.
Hej hej,
Any
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