Massachusetts Avenue

sounds like: "lo-fi boy, fighter girl" the pillows
feels like: boston
tastes like: luke-warm oolong tea


old picture from when i lived on mass ave.

This past weekend I went to Boston. Most of the weekend was spent on a couch watching movies with my usual rag tag crew. On the last day we (my man and I) split up to see old friends we hadn't in a while and planned to meet up at the bus station four hours later. My friend had to tend to some things so our session in Harvard square ended early, however it was great to see him again since we hadn't had a good restaurant bitch session in nearly eight months.


going down st. boltoph today!

So I skipped over to the #1 MBTA bus just as I had a hundred times before years earlier when I resided in the South End on the Roxbury line. I road my old bus route down Massachusetts Ave., over the Charles which glimmered spectacularly in the sunset and made me ache a little for a life I had five years ago. I got off the bus into the night where I always used to: in front of the orange line T stop and looked across the street to where my ol' stoop was. It was lonely looking. I lingered around my old block for an hour or so, following the ghosts of my past through old ally ways and dusty tobacco shops, up through corridor park and into the depths of Boston. The Prudential sparkled down on me as I strolled through the park, watching the wealthy walk their fine bred dogs and peeking up into their posh apartments wondering what it would be like to live there.

I wound up at Copley and tourists asked me directions I could answer. I headed own Boylston and regarded all the stores and reminisced all those late nights I walked this street back home from the movies or a convention. The dead of the streets and the liveliness of our laughter clashing in my memory. I slipped through the stink of Chinatown, leaving the wealthy with their shops and now dodging dealers and poor Asian grandmothers to the bus station where my boyfriend was waiting for me upon a marble bench.

It was the kind of walk I've been hungering for. Being immersed in the anonymity of the city, possessing the old souled resident's knowledge of the area, floating down rivery sidewalks and sucking in the energy that glowed up into the sky. It was like walking into the fountain of youth and coming out full and supple again.

It also convinced me that I should not move back to the city. I should find a new city to get re-acquainted with and that's what I will do.

一つだけ

sounds like: "一つだけ" JUDY AND MARY



Only One JUDY AND MARY

The fragment of a memory I saw in an operaglass is desperately, infantilely cute
I change the form of my bittersweet memories so you're always sweet to me
I'll make sure with the palm of my hand: hold onto my premonition and blow a kiss into the wind
Summer begins with a sunset, sunflowers blossom into my skirt
Hit by the rain, fireworks stain the sky in a dazzling collection of light
Please don't say goodbye, I only have one wish
I'm waiting for the summer
And if I were to bloom, light me up with your touch
And if I were to cry, make the sky blue with your song
Even now, in the sky there is only one
At any time it's all so dear to me
Flickering, flickering
The blues and the moon bring out the stars twinkling inside me
I'll never empty out and let my love wither, we made a pinky promise
I'm unsteady, don't part from me
Make sure of me, and that on the other side of the wind
Summer is waiting
And if I were to bloom, light me up with your touch
And if I were to cry, raise the sky with your song
Even now, in the sky there is only one
At any time it's all so kind
Even now, I can see there is only one
Flickering, flickering, flick

1957

sounds like: "where is everybody?" nine inch nails
feels like: productive

It's been a few months since I've written again. I used to be obsessive with blogging when I was younger, now I nary remember to do it. Never-the-less, my absence is relative to the onslaught of breakdowns amoung our necessities leaving me feeling like this:



However things seem to be getting back together, but it's not easy. Not in this day and this country.

This sort of idea makes me curious-- would I have been better off at this age fifty years ago? Who knows. I like to imagine what my life would be like and how different I would be, but I wonder if the lack of technology and the simplicity of things would make life seem fuller as you rely on your own self to entertain you and grow.

It's nice to be nostalgic for a time you never new.

the assertive woman?

sounds like: "call me" nancy sinatra




i uploaded this to deviant art tonight. i also sold it tonight as well to my beloved blakington who was unwilling to let me post it to my etsy store.

Cancer (Jun 21 - Jul 22)

sounds like: "generous palmstroke" bjork

Cancer (Jun 21 - Jul 22)

You could feel on edge today with an unsettled sensation in your belly that won't go away. Even though you want to believe your perceptions, you still want to protect yourself from possible rejection. Don't waste your time seeking additional corroboration; your moment for expression is here. If you nurture love instead of trying to control it, you can move closer to happiness.

おもひで ポロ〜ポロ。

sounds like: "la pastie de la bourgeoise" belle and sebastian
feels like: chilly
looks like: messy

i got a slide projector at a yard sale last summer for $3.00. it's from the 60's. it's steel and it hums and it gets burning hot! i only have slides of my artwork from highschool- stuff for applying to art school...

so i bid on some anonymous collection of 125 slides from 1949- who knows.

i can't wait to get them. i've become in love with the past.







my friend is on another date tonight. :) she can't stop talking about him! most excellent!

i'm about to indulge into some おにばば . i'm going to advertise for something i think is genius... i <3 netflix.

仕事に行きません。

sounds like: "all over" LOVE PSYCHEDELICO
feels like: near coma
looks like: zombie

i did it. it's rather plain. but it's presentable. amazing.

i had to work tonight until 9:00pm. i took a taxi home because i felt a bit ill. there's always a thrill after a late night of labour when you are breezing down storrow.

i enjoy cabs.

so it cost $16.35. the meter increased when we were idling sometimes too. that annoys me. boston taxi pricing system is ruthless.