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havemeyer, withers, union, richardson from miles ross on Vimeo.
9.06.2010
9.04.2010
9.02.2010
a short video clip (link below) i recorded has leaked onto ny1's website (1:33 - 1:45).
http://www.ny1.com/content/ny1_living/parenting/124796/how-tweens--teens-can-benefit-from-yoga
http://www.ny1.com/content/ny1_living/parenting/124796/how-tweens--teens-can-benefit-from-yoga
9.01.2010
hey homies
i was just thinking about skateboarding
dthere's this obsticle at mccarren park and i can't defeat it
up to this point in my life
so it's like this little ramp
and then a flat part
and then there's a step up to the upper portion of the park
which goes for a long ways around the park
until a set of stairs and another straight ramp
so anyway i can never ollie from the ramp onto the flat part
usually i go and try but just ride onto the flap part and do a shitty ollie
onto the platue
was thinking i should ask the bros who skate there for advice
on how to get over my fear of ollying too early
but i always ollie too late and don't bridge the gap
i don't like the people there
no one is cool as a person it seems
am i shutting them out
i don't know if i'm shutting them out or maybe there's actually nicer people enduring a similar struggle to my own
is there a metaphor for this?
have i read the equivalent in a novel? a poem?
do you guys like to lay back in flotation devices? your beds? a couch? an office chair?
just gonna lay back into life, not worry about my job, hwo people view me...
i honestly think i'll be able to talk about more ideas
and be able to reference things outside of myself
party on
just chill
no worries
if i'm more laid back and sleazy
a trough of spicy bean soup
the skate park. think about it, guys. what is that thing?
seems like an animal. seriously feel into metaphors lately but i'm not like a metaphor person. i'm too neurotic.
neurosis just a myth tho.
just trying to picture myself as someone else and what i'd do if i was more of a bitch and wanted to be another person doing different things that were more or less less constructive
than all the great shit i did this summer.
i was just thinking about skateboarding
dthere's this obsticle at mccarren park and i can't defeat it
up to this point in my life
so it's like this little ramp
and then a flat part
and then there's a step up to the upper portion of the park
which goes for a long ways around the park
until a set of stairs and another straight ramp
so anyway i can never ollie from the ramp onto the flat part
usually i go and try but just ride onto the flap part and do a shitty ollie
onto the platue
was thinking i should ask the bros who skate there for advice
on how to get over my fear of ollying too early
but i always ollie too late and don't bridge the gap
i don't like the people there
no one is cool as a person it seems
am i shutting them out
i don't know if i'm shutting them out or maybe there's actually nicer people enduring a similar struggle to my own
is there a metaphor for this?
have i read the equivalent in a novel? a poem?
do you guys like to lay back in flotation devices? your beds? a couch? an office chair?
just gonna lay back into life, not worry about my job, hwo people view me...
i honestly think i'll be able to talk about more ideas
and be able to reference things outside of myself
party on
just chill
no worries
if i'm more laid back and sleazy
a trough of spicy bean soup
the skate park. think about it, guys. what is that thing?
seems like an animal. seriously feel into metaphors lately but i'm not like a metaphor person. i'm too neurotic.
neurosis just a myth tho.
just trying to picture myself as someone else and what i'd do if i was more of a bitch and wanted to be another person doing different things that were more or less less constructive
than all the great shit i did this summer.
8.10.2010
why do they tell you where to call if the police are talking about a missing suspect? or why do they tell you about apartments that are for sale?
last thursday i dreamed i was on my knees sailing on top of a layer of ice across a campus quad while clutching each end of a wind-filled t-shirt.
then i dreamed a man came into my office and put down a box of munchkin donuts.
when i woke i checked if there were donuts.
what should i think or type about?
on sunday i went to a party from 1am - 3am.
the sink in the bathroom was filled with vomit and water.
someone asked me what was in the sink. i said i didn't vomit in the sink.
the conservatives don't want government but when they want someone to help them with their problems they ask the government.
i don't know why i am gay.
i don't know how to express that i'm really comfortable all the time, like even if i've eaten way too much food and it's 90 degrees outside it still feels like my body temperature is ok and i'm wearing loose fitting clothes and the things underneath me are soft thought that's not what's really happening.
sometimes i'm too comfortable. i thought my roommate took my dvds and packed them and moved them when she moved. the other day i suddenly knew where they were in the apartment, went to them and idly scanned each title.
then i worried about dying. it seemed like i didn't respect the life i was given.
8.01.2010
"Gusts of music are borne on the wind toward me from the Students' Promenade. So it must be past two. I got out my paper and things to try and write something, and as I did so my book of shaving coupons fell out of my pocket. I opened it and counted the pages -- there were six coupons left. Thank God! I burst out; I could still get myselft a shave for several weeks and look good! My spirits rose immediately because of this little possession that I still had left; I smoothed the coupons out carefully and put the book away in my pocket."
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