"Now Sleeps"

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

-Alfred Lord T.

A wonderful weekend! One of the best I can remember having in months. And just concluded the elegant period piece Vanity Fair --returned from Motorcycle Diaries, and talks with a good companion and closed out the day with The Yes Men. I am feeling fine.

Nora O'Connor's Till' the Dawn is a delight-- and makes me all the more excited to meet her (and hopefully Andrew Bird) in a few weeks.

Saw some old friends at Tro-Ho, and had good conversation with with new ones, which proves that truth and reality do outlive lies and hypocricy.

my weekend paradox

Well, the weekend is again upon us. I struggle with weekends.
It is either the heavy feeling of gloomy hours spent alone or the overwhelming duty of having Lilly 24-7.

I pass through the hallways of work, looking into the faces of my co-workers--most of them uninspired, ruddy, tired. I say to myself, why if unattached don't they aspire to do other things? Things that make them happy? Perhaps the misery is a type of familiar comfort to them, like co-dependence. I don't know. If I had no strings-- I would be gone from here.

I search for the light in people. Strange when you look at someone what reads..flat affect often times is what I see. Like someone took a wet, muddy rag and wiped it all over their faces.
I wonder what reads from me.
It was always my hope that it would be something like Flaming Lip's "What is the Light"
I suppose that only reads when one is in love.

so Motorcycle Diaries or Constantine tonight.. and after that.. well,

nora and gene

I was driving home from dropping my daughter off and happened to hear the final score of the IU-Purdue game. IU won. Gene's last time playing Assembly Hall. Good for him--move on, my good man, move on.
So I got the latest from Bloodshot Records and was thrilled to see Nora O'Connor playing at Second Story in about 2 weeks. She did some work with Andrew Bird (whom I love--even if he is a freak) and also New Pornographers. Looking forward to her solo show March 10.

Just picked up Arcade Fire's Funeral and O'Connor's Till the Dawn on CD. Wanted to get Beck's new one-but HELL, NO, no cash.
See, I can still be funny.
I think everyone thinks I am a freak. Shit...

Lilly was funny tonight. She is becoming a little lady-person, I swear.
We have been discussing the potty. She understands the concept but enjoys "being a baby" and doesn't want to give up the ease of pissing in the diaper. So as I prepared our bath water, my back was turned to her. We were discussing the same and I heard this "pissssssss" sound.
"You just went potty on the floor," I said to her, "what were were we just talking about?"
She shifted her weight from one leg to the other,
"Um...um..." she said, obviously embarassed by the pool of urine below her.
"Hey, it's ok, " wrapping my arms around her naked body,
"Mommy loves you--now, next time let's try to go in the potty."
Enthusiastically, she hugged, "ok.."
"ok."
Man, I love her.

The musical is kicking my ass. Apples and Oranges? NO.
Try apples and PORCUPINES. Fuckin insanity!

But "It's all good...."

american splendor

Saw this movie again. I guess it feels like my life.
Another rainy Sunday. I'll finish up here and be free...

I'm thinking we must just keep missing each other.
Either I'm too early or you are too late. I see my life weave its patterns
and how many of ours seem to cross

So one of these days I'll stumble and drop what I am carrying
and lose my timing long enough
to meet you.