[berkeley]

>>did you write the Book of Love, and do you have faith in God above?<< Don Maclean's "American Pie"

gloria gaynor
i will survive this week. I will bask in a Friday afternoon's sultry glow. very soon.

[berkeley]

>>We are the ultimate :: Rock, rockin' it<< The Roots "The Ultimate"

dark to light
Woke up early this morning and the room was still dark. I love being up earlier than the sun, it's like I beat the sun to the punch yo.

what the feezie?
crazy midterm week--almost like a finals week because i've got 4 during the last week of February, so i'll be a bit busy from this weekend until March 1st, and then i'll be doing a little jig of joy. Which is why i ask Aramis, Porthos and Athos :: 3 musketeers :: if we can go do something again on or after March 1st (Friday)?

[berkeley]

One reason for my infrequent blogging, haha ;o)



Thank you gary for teaching me how to post a picture.

Right, so I haven't been bad, I've just been out and about and experiencing things away from the front of my monitor. I should figure out a way to post the stuff written in my Handspring Visor. Then i'll still have documentation of my latest adventures.

[berkeley]

quickie post
i figure a tiny post is better than no post?

Just wanted to say that
Gary, Bev, and Bern are the bomb diggity. for real though.
Thanks you guys for taking time to show me some love.

And Bern, so sorry for the bunny that brought on your allergies! Ay yay yay.

the Y
going to the YMCA with Victor :: my partner in crime:: today. We're gonna go swimming and play basketball and use the jacuzzi. I haven't been in one of those in a while.

[berkeley]

>>we've got the hot hot music, the hot music<< The Roots' "Next Movement"

really?
My Rolling Stone Daily News bulletin tells me that Sheryl Crow, Tommy Lee, MC Hammer, and Anthony Kiedis & Flea from The Red Hot Chili Peppers are all turning 40 this year. I can conceivably see Tommy Lee as a 40 year old, but the Chili Peppers?! They seem like they're only in their 20s. :: [raised hand] God? Can i be in my twenties for 15 years? :: for real though.

Valentine's Day
I can be a cynic and say that Valentine's Day doesn't really signify anything and it's only popularized through the efforts of various institutions such as Hallmark and FTD in order to increase their profit margin. But yesterday, unlike so many Valentine's days in the past, I was wishing everyone a happy V-day as though it were Thanksgiving, treating it as a bona fide holiday. I guess it's because i actually had a prospect in mind. Don't get all excited, not sure if i like him oh so much, but the thought of someone being interested in me is always uplifting.

As with all things in my life, I overanalyze my potential interests. But lately, I've realized that if i don't jump in and live life for the whole range of emotions - the brightest blues, the warmest reds, the deepest blacks :: i'll be reduced to living life in luke warm pastels rather than a full gamut of beautiful possibilities. I've gotta get that engineering mentality out of my head :: stop testing the pH balance and the temperature of the water before jumping in and taking a swim-- hell even go skinny dipping.

Soo, even if this guy isn't absolutely everything I'm looking for (i don't know him well enough to know, but it's a vibe thing), a few dates couldn't hurt. I'm not marrying him or anything :: jeez. Go have some fun joanie.

[berkeley]

>>you are the one and I can't let you go<< BBMak's "back here"

Let the bells toll, i'm actually blogging. :o)

pro-creation
A few days ago, after pouring over some photography books by Walker Evans, I realized that the very idea of the human urge to create :: to make music, to dance, to paint, to write and all other things beautiful :: was strange. We've been surrounded by the product of human creativity, energy, imagination and ingenuity since the beginning of time and so I've taken it for granted. What would the world be like without our penchant for making art? To live in a world without my radio, without U2, without museums.

We live and breathe Art (and therefore culture), unconsciously; immersed in its gifts, seldom acknowledging our need for it like water to fish.