Month: October 2004

  • Isobel
    By Bjork

    In a forest pitch-dark

    Glowed the tiniest spark

    It burst into flame

    Like me; Like me.

    My name Isobel

    Married to myself

    My love Isobel

    Living by herself

    In a heart full of dust

    Lives a creature called lust

    It surprises and scares

    Like me; Like me

    My name Isobel

    Married to myself

    My love Isobel

    Living by herself

    When she does it she means to

    Moth delivers her message

    Unexplained on your collar

    Crawling in silence

    A simple excuse

    In a tower of steel

    Nature forges a deal

    To raise wonderful hell

    Like me; Like me.....


    (moving on today.....)

  • Cantu

    Last night i ventured out in pigtails, and we all know what that
    means. I'm by myself, but not feeling lonely, and I liked all the the
    interesting faces on the B Line at night as it rumbled out to Allston.
    At the Paradise lounge I found Amelia, Tim, John, and Jason, and pulled
    up a tall chair to listen to some good music. There was a girl called
    Rachel Cantu with a guitar. I  thought her name might have been
    "Can, Too", which seemed to fit with the theme of the evening. Defiant
    and capable!  i felt all warm and thoughtful listening to her
    song, thinking a little bit about Ohio- nine days till I fly. There
    was also One Ring Zero, a crazy band which sounds like Klesmer crossed
    with a Lemony Snicket tome, and after the show i was feeling brave so i
    told the guy who was playing the theramin that i thought he was teh
    shexay. I also winked at some guy at the bar, I think, and flirted with
    somebody over short stories and salt. Like i said, i blame the pigtails.

    Here is a picture of me which i took yesterday:


    edit: apparently the wink was a
    catalyst. I just got an email from 'Melia, and apparently the winkee
    (Bah! hahaha!) found the contact info for her dance troupe, sought out
    her address info, and sent her a message with the ulterior motive of
    finding out about me. Bah! hahaha. Pigtails, i'm telling you.

  • "Tonight I Can Write"
    By Pablo Neruda

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

    Write, for example, "The night is starry
    and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."

    The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
    How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

    To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
    And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

    What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
    The night is starry and she is not with me.

    This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
    My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

    My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
    My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

    The same night whitening the same trees.
    We, of that time, are no longer the same.

    I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
    My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

    Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
    Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
    Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

    Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
    my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

    Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
    and these the last verses that I write for her.

  • I have fan art!



    my character, by a fellow player called Errol.

  • Thanks, chica!


    "Love is a burnin' thing,
    An' it makes a firey ring.
    Brought from wild desire
    I fell into a ring of fire.
    I fell into a burnin' ring of fire.
    I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher.
    And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire, that ring of fire."


    Johnny Cash


    In a tarantino-esque moment, I sat in the local tattoo parlor about a year ago listening to this song and the buzz of the needle on my arm, looking at the wild painted devils and roses hung on the wall. It always makes me thing of the crazy brave wild things i can do, and of being newly in love, and summertime, and freedom.


    Thanks for the little reminder Kerri, I needed that. love ya.



    PS Track 11 rules! It's like, DnB stirred up with the soundrack to Princess Mononoke! What the heck is it??