today

Good Game

Hail Mary pass
Over your left shoulder

You would catch it 
If you were Jessica Fiorini

Or at least not Rob Fitterman
Hating his fictitious self

She said she was still a pattern though

The poem should end
After every line

"Beginnings and beginnings"
Said the Alice that doesn't live
        here anymore.

Yoko

Earth piece 1. Listen to the sound of the fire burning in the center if the globe

Day w/ Dad and beyond

Such a long day. I remember not finding parking in Williamsburg after dropping Dad and Bonnie off at Fleas & Artists, but I didn't care because I just loved listening to good radio (Mississippi John Hurt) and driving around looking at beautiful people and feeling the sun hit me. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. I listened to that today too, as I was getting Tyler's little girl to sleep (we were babysitting while he and Jessica went to see Emily Lou Harris. Finally ending the night watching Foster The People and Lorde live at Coachella on Youtube.

Last Minute Save. So many in my life. That would be a good book title.

Happy 7 year anniversary

I woke up inside my dream this morning while looking at a very green hill of grass. I couldn't believe how real the grass looked in my dreaming mind, couldn't believe it was just a dream. I was wishing for a way to capture it, some way to write it all down and take it into my waking life. A little elfin Zach Galafianakis character popped into the frame and pointed toward the hill. "The pen is on the other side," he said with an impish gleam in his eyes. So I started walking up the hill and, consequently, woke up. Then, during breakfast, Genevieve gave me a gift for our 7 year anniversary and it was a green pen.

God ears

I saw the Hasidic man driving an odyssey driving in front of me on Franklin Avenue in Williamsburg. He was playing with the curl of hair. It was as if he was playing with his ear. I realized that he had grown of metaphorical extension of his ear. It was like an antenna. To better listen to God?

Book of Magic

waiting for The Wind to Rise, Miyazaki's The Wind Rises. At 10:30, the projected start time, nothing happened. We waited a half hour and Genevieve finally asked me how long we were willing to give it. I said 7 minutes. 4 minutes later the manager came in and apologized and said the movie would be up momentarily. 2 minutes later the movie started. Hardly a minute to spare.

But I knew, before the movie even started, I was in the hands of magic. So when asked I just picked a magic number. 7.

I'm just remembering there was a 7 prominent in the movie too, on the side of an airplane.

But the amazing part for me is what we did about that half hour. I told Genevieve 3 stories. First we talked about how heart breaking it is that Sofia breaks out in tears after we catch her doing something she's not supposed to be. We agree that working on responding to her rather than reacting is the better way. Anger can drive behavior, but has the negative effect of teaching one how to be angry and reactive.

Then, after a moment of silence, looking at a black screen bathed in a soft light I told Gen about my experience seeing Derek Jarman's Blue in the theater, looking at that Maxfield Parrish blue screen for 2 hours while Jarman's actors delivered his thoughts on death as he was dying.

Finally I told her the story I had read that morning in Leonard Cohen's biography. When Cohen was...

avuncular advice

avuncular advice

When you can figure out how to fit in by standing out, then you've completed the picture, you unique piece of the puzzle, you.