Is there any more perfect album than Murmur or Eponymous or Fables of the Revolution? Not today.
Those songs take me to a very happy place. Radio Free Europe makes me dance around the room like a teenager. (Don't go Back to) Rockville makes me swoon. So. Central Rain, Seven Chinese Brothers, Talk About the Passion, Life and How to Live It......
Sooooooooo happy!
Monday, September 03, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
More art
One thing that is missing in my life these days is art. Even though Portland is pretty cultured, I don't get out to see art, and art certainly isn't coming to me. I get to work by 7am, leave there at 3.30pm, go home and watch stupid afternoon tv for two hours (my current idea of "relaxing after work"), then go to the gym for two more hours. Home again for dinner, then crashing into bed for a night of sleep.
Art? No time for it.
In fact, I feel like I don't have time for anything these days. Art, relaxation, writing, people watching, whatever. My weekdays are booked up. No wonder I just want to stay inside and stare at the walls on the weekends! That is exactly what I did yesterday - I didn't even leave the house!
Today at least I am three blocks away from the house. That is progress, right? 8^)
There is an art event going on this weekend called Art in the Pearl. I bought a piece of art from there a few years ago. Maybe I will hike over that way and see what is going on. It's close to Powell's, so I could always skip out on the art and move on to books if the art was boring....
Art? No time for it.
In fact, I feel like I don't have time for anything these days. Art, relaxation, writing, people watching, whatever. My weekdays are booked up. No wonder I just want to stay inside and stare at the walls on the weekends! That is exactly what I did yesterday - I didn't even leave the house!
Today at least I am three blocks away from the house. That is progress, right? 8^)
There is an art event going on this weekend called Art in the Pearl. I bought a piece of art from there a few years ago. Maybe I will hike over that way and see what is going on. It's close to Powell's, so I could always skip out on the art and move on to books if the art was boring....
So many thoughts...
I've been wanting to write to my blog lately. However, I have a shitty Internet connection at home, so even checking email there is painful.
Today, I decided to wander down the street to get online. For that, and for food. Luis went to Sacramento this weekend to visit a friend. I was invited, but didn't relish 18 hours of driving to a town I think of as a pit, just to see a friend of Luis'. Don't get me wrong, the friend is a good guy - I know his family down in Mexico - but he is Luis' friend, not mine. Plus, I'm going to see Crowded House tonight - oh so 80's!
So I am solo here in Portland for the long weekend. It's mostly ok, although I'm tending to freak out a bit not having Luis around. Even though I think we need time apart, I get knocked off center when he leaves. I'm sure it has to do with my childhood and not having my dad around, but who really knows?
I also just downloaded a bunch of photos from Mexico. I had taken a bunch of "old style" photos using actual film when my digital camera broke. When I got back to the States I had them developed and uploaded in digital format so I could then download them to my computer. It probably would have been worthwhile to just have had them put the photos on a disc, but I was pretty dang broke when I first got back.
The photos made me think about Mexico, and the Mexicans I met. I'm starting to look at that year in Mexico in a different light. When I was there I was so out of whack that it was hard to see things any other way than what I was feeling at the moment. Now I can see that I went down there with a particular idea of what I was doing there and the reality didn't match up. Instead of rolling with that, I tried to force it to be what I wanted. I didn't open up my brain to a more objective viewpoint. Not that I blame myself for that. I don't think there was a way I could have done that. But being away from it now makes me see things differently.
Luis and I talk about going back to live there. It's mostly what he wants to do. I still have things that I want to do here in the States, so another move south is not in my close future. I would be interested in going back again, but not to live in Tuxpan. And he agrees. He is also realizing that he went down there with some unrealistic ideas of what he was going to achieve. If we move down there again it will be to Colima, which is about 45 minutes away from Tuxpan. Close enough to visit the family, but in a city that has more to it than drinking and poverty.
Plus it seems like every time I go to the gym I end up thinking about Mexico. I'm not sure why, except that maybe that is my only time to myself, when I don't have to think about anything else, and my mind just goes there because it needs quiet time to contemplate all that happened there.
Regardless, I think I'm slowly working through a lot of shit in my head.
Today, I decided to wander down the street to get online. For that, and for food. Luis went to Sacramento this weekend to visit a friend. I was invited, but didn't relish 18 hours of driving to a town I think of as a pit, just to see a friend of Luis'. Don't get me wrong, the friend is a good guy - I know his family down in Mexico - but he is Luis' friend, not mine. Plus, I'm going to see Crowded House tonight - oh so 80's!
So I am solo here in Portland for the long weekend. It's mostly ok, although I'm tending to freak out a bit not having Luis around. Even though I think we need time apart, I get knocked off center when he leaves. I'm sure it has to do with my childhood and not having my dad around, but who really knows?
I also just downloaded a bunch of photos from Mexico. I had taken a bunch of "old style" photos using actual film when my digital camera broke. When I got back to the States I had them developed and uploaded in digital format so I could then download them to my computer. It probably would have been worthwhile to just have had them put the photos on a disc, but I was pretty dang broke when I first got back.
The photos made me think about Mexico, and the Mexicans I met. I'm starting to look at that year in Mexico in a different light. When I was there I was so out of whack that it was hard to see things any other way than what I was feeling at the moment. Now I can see that I went down there with a particular idea of what I was doing there and the reality didn't match up. Instead of rolling with that, I tried to force it to be what I wanted. I didn't open up my brain to a more objective viewpoint. Not that I blame myself for that. I don't think there was a way I could have done that. But being away from it now makes me see things differently.
Luis and I talk about going back to live there. It's mostly what he wants to do. I still have things that I want to do here in the States, so another move south is not in my close future. I would be interested in going back again, but not to live in Tuxpan. And he agrees. He is also realizing that he went down there with some unrealistic ideas of what he was going to achieve. If we move down there again it will be to Colima, which is about 45 minutes away from Tuxpan. Close enough to visit the family, but in a city that has more to it than drinking and poverty.
Plus it seems like every time I go to the gym I end up thinking about Mexico. I'm not sure why, except that maybe that is my only time to myself, when I don't have to think about anything else, and my mind just goes there because it needs quiet time to contemplate all that happened there.
Regardless, I think I'm slowly working through a lot of shit in my head.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Yeah, I'm still here...
It's been a while since I last posted. My apologies. Luis came home and now I have less free time. Lame excuse, but there it is.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a headache. I got up, swigged down a BC Powder (the best thing ever to happen to headaches) and went to sleep on the couch. Our mattress sucks, and Luis snores like a freight train, so I figured the relative privacy of a futon mattress might help scare off the pain in my head.
Two more BC Powders later and my head feels like it's stuffed with a wet rag. But it's not thumping in pain, so I consider that an improvement.
Today we are going to the house of one of my fellow Dragon Boat team members to look at his kitchen. He wants some drywall work done and when he met Luis at the races, they talked about Luis doing the work. So we'll go see what is what out in Tigard.
This evening we might head out to Banks, Oregon to see one of my co-worker's race his tiny car. He is obsessed with it, he talks about it all during the work week. But he is a funny guy, and if he had a good tan and a Mexican accent, he would essentially be Luis. So I figure they will hit it off well, and I might make a few new friends as well.
That's it for now.....
I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a headache. I got up, swigged down a BC Powder (the best thing ever to happen to headaches) and went to sleep on the couch. Our mattress sucks, and Luis snores like a freight train, so I figured the relative privacy of a futon mattress might help scare off the pain in my head.
Two more BC Powders later and my head feels like it's stuffed with a wet rag. But it's not thumping in pain, so I consider that an improvement.
Today we are going to the house of one of my fellow Dragon Boat team members to look at his kitchen. He wants some drywall work done and when he met Luis at the races, they talked about Luis doing the work. So we'll go see what is what out in Tigard.
This evening we might head out to Banks, Oregon to see one of my co-worker's race his tiny car. He is obsessed with it, he talks about it all during the work week. But he is a funny guy, and if he had a good tan and a Mexican accent, he would essentially be Luis. So I figure they will hit it off well, and I might make a few new friends as well.
That's it for now.....
Friday, June 08, 2007
1 hour, 57 minutes
Luis arrives in two hours. I'm sitting at home, willing the clock to move faster so I can go to the airport. Then we're going to my pre-race Dragon Boat party. And tomorrow we have two races - one at 11.40, the other at 4.15pm. I'm pumped, pumped, pumped.
Now if only it was 7pm.....
Now if only it was 7pm.....
Saturday, May 26, 2007
FINALLY!!!!!!!!
I talked with Luis this morning. He is finally coming back to Portland. Says he is done with living in Mexico for now. So we booked him a flight on June 8th - the day before my Dragon Boat races! Yay!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Busta Rhymes, Cher and Me
May 20th. My birthday. And Cher's, Busta Rhymes, Jimmy Stewart, Joe Cocker and Suzie, my best friend in Portland. I'm in good company.
Happy Birthday to us.
Happy Birthday to us.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)