06.03.11
-What would you do with your Vagina Milk?
-Well, I wouldn’t garnish it with a Gerkin.
—brainstorming new cocktail recipes with Joe
04.29.11
Get Drunk
One should always be drunk. That’s the great thing; the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and bowing you to the earth, you should be drunk with respite.
Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please.
And if sometimes you should happen to awake, on the stairs of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the dreary solitude of your own room, and find that your drunkenness is ebbing or vanished, ask the wind and the wave, ask star, bird, or clock, ask everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and the clock will all reply: It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please.”
—found online
04.27.11
“One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.”
—found online
04.22.11
me: a friend of mine
has always wondered about having a penis
and what it would feel like
H: i can relate
me: to fuck a cantalope
H: why a cantalope?
me: …I can’t remember…
H: i mean maybe if it was warm
me: I should ask
H: go on
me: right
so
she asked me if I would do it
and tell her about it
and in return
she would do the same
but with insertion
like a pear or something
something odd
fruit or vegetable
Sent at 1:13 AM on Friday
H: interesting
me: you don’t make deals like this?
with your friends?
I’ll shove a pear up my cooch if you stick your dick in a cantalope
H: hahaha
03.25.11
-I just can’t get into this music.
-I’d need to be more drunk.
-I’d need to be more high.
-I’d need to be on ketamine.
—conversation I had with three of my friends at the post-potluck party
03.23.11
this bears repeating:
If I’d have known then what I know now (at 40) I’d have gone more places naked.
—Jodi, suffers from a head injury
12/11/10
Not ever, not once, pawl, not since time began has there been someone who’s actually made the kind of choices you’ve consistently made, year after year, your whole life long, in spite of fleeting fears, lingering doubts and moments of despair. Yet now, for the countless multitudes waiting on the sidelines for their turn, there’s a path, an example to follow, and a light to show them the way.
We should name something after you. How do you feel about black holes?
Jolly good show,
The Universe