windy beach

the wind was strong and the sand hit my red glasses...but the air smelled so wonderful...i cried this evening---and i normally don't do such girl-like things...but somehow i ended up happier than i was yesterday or even the day before...i scribed acronyms in the sand that only certain eyes and minds could understand. i saw jellyfish among the seaweed and wished i could see this ocean sight every day. i wished for the sounds of pachelbel just minutes ago and my friend to play it on the piano for me at the appointed time...i want to drive along the ocean and remember the sights, sounds, and smells of this place...i know where i am going in just a little while there will not be any ocean air...the st. lawrence river will have to suffice for now and for that i am thankful that water will still abound. i want to be happy...to dream of lofts and a time where time will slow down, even though i know that "time doesn't slow down for those who dream," there are moments in life that seem still and quiet, alone and intimate, nearly as if i were the only one on the planet...it is for these moments that i long for...

beer and computers

me and lydia...i'm in san luis obispo...travelling again...had firestone fries today...they tasted the same, but i'm not quite sure as good as my memories were starting to become...hmm...ok...hehe...bianca bought us a 40...

city lights

went for a drive...the city is beautiful at night and makes me wonder why i've stayed away from this city for so long. my heart is partly filled with moments of nostalgia and that puts a slight choke in my throat. i need to spend more time here to overlay and overlap the memories of oh-so-long ago. missed a phone call with news of a party and pictures posted...will soon go to sleep and tomorrow find myself at a wedding reception...a strange feeling to see family friends who are younger than me beginning their families and lives of coupleship. anyhow, i am tired now and for some reason cannot wait to put my head upon my pillow---feeling a little melancholy tonight.

things behind glass

cosmologies, husband & wife, buildings in blue, kaleidoscopes, modular men, orchids, chocalate, an olivetti typewriter, inkwells, stamp presses, bloodied papier-mache heads, gondola tails, glass blowing men, and patient travellers

going thru old pictures is the best...it gives you glimpses and hints at feelings and moments that could potentially be forgotten if it were not for the place/setting/time captured within that magical little box...the potential of forgetting creates an opportunity for me to work on the potentials of remembering...