Monday, December 18, 2006

Mysterious Stranger

Today, gray outside, waiting for the bus in Harvard Square. Dim sky. Slight sprinkle.

I heard an annoying tapping sound emanating from a very nearby building. I finally looked up, and through heavy tinting I could see a human form waving at me, but I could not distinguish any familiar features or a face.

I think it was a male.

It was a Harvard library, and I doubted I knew anyone who went there.

Anyway, it was strange. The person kept tapping, but I just put in my earbuds and tuned into Blur instead. I didn't think I knew the person. I almost thought it might have been a child.

I was tired, New Englande seeping into my bloodstream like weak Earl Grey.

Thoughts on Love:
There are 2 stages in a romantic relationship, within which I waffle back and forth - formulative experience and personality erosion. I suppose they are concurrent, actually.

Had fun traveling around New England this weekend. Even sat in on vocals last night, with Garvy J. Possibly at their show on Thursday also. Making new friends within my tribe.

Influences of late: Anais Nin ~ glancing through her diary from 1934-1937 found much cool imagery and language
Rome and Italy ~ reading about the Renaissance of Italian Gardens
Trasteverine ~ new clothing line out of LA inspired by dressing miniature deities and the Trastevere quarter of Rome, nice gauzy look

The nightmare of my mother's illness is one from which I cannot wake. Things will never be the same. It haunts and vexes me.

Currently reading :
The Renaissance of Italian Gardens
By Lorenza De'Medici
Release date: By 07 October, 1990

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Saturn Return

Current mood: loved
Category: Life

Saturn Return is kicking my ass. I've been going through quite possibly one of the hardest, if not THE, times in my life.

It is a completely mixed bag of sickness and euphoria.

Total balance in goodness and tragedy.

I've been in a coccoon of sorts. People tell me of the outside world and its goings-on. I barely look up to notice.

I've got new songs in my head that won't be quiet. They are looping constantly. I may not be perfectly happy with the lyrics yet, but hey, melody is king. And I've been wanting new ones.

Playing more helps.

Hanging out with musicians again helps tremendously.

All sorts of beautiful and thought-provoking influences have been tossed my way, expanding my world view and scope.

For this I give thanks.
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I checked out a cool new cafe in Central Square yesterday. It's called Andala. Totally Middle-Eastern and right around the corner from my house. I've been praying for something like this, for I occasionally tire of 1369, Carberry's and Toscanini's.

Andala has lots of Turkish carpets and kilims and Arabic everywhere. It speaks to my Middle Eastern blood.

I wanna take all my friends there...

When I am well again, I will try their coffee.

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Something I wrote recently:


Driving with you in early morning light. We own the city. The highway, empty roads. All with bluish hue like hyper colour or acid eyes. Soft serene edgy filter. Eyes shadowed and lined. Not with tears but with black kohl and liquid haute glamour. Sharpnesses outlining the buildings and things.

How I love being here, amidst backroads and alleys. The city in my heart's blood.