killed the live performance artist?
anyway, this little quickie is coming at you directly from the inner sanctum of an overly air conditioned (life is better refrigerated, goddamn it!) coffee shop in honolulu. It comes to you as i wait for someone to return with a car and then take me to a different food selling type place. As such, this post may end abruptly. Oh the spontaneity!
What is going on lately, you ask? Not much, I answer. On the short walk from the bus stop to my current location, I began to think about my frame of mind when iʻm working my ass off for my money (which is different and better than working my ass for my money) and when iʻm lolly gagging (which sounds like a dirty dirty past time) about. Its much easier to think that the world is made of rainbows and...oh god. the ride is here.
this will be continued and expanded at a later date.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Books
Are better than looks.
They are also what i read a lot of, lately.
Somewhere i fell out of the habit of reading for pleasure (save the rare piece of erotica...heh, get it? its a pun.). From elementary school through middle school and onto the middle segment of high school I was a voracious reader. Couldn't leave the house without a book on me, always looking for something new, constantly in middle of at least three different novels. And then it ground to a halt.
It ground to a halt around the time, if i recall correctly, that the writing stopped. By 'the' writing, I mean my writing. And now i find all of these things coming back to me.
and thusly i rejoice.
I think it had something to do with China. Trapped in a world with which i could communicate in only the most basic ways (food and sex being the two things i could easily procure) my conciousness turned in towards itself and began once again to produce. To reproduce, perhaps, in vain attempts to re-surround myself with the familiar. After all, writing and painting created an oasis of familiarity in foreign world. And now that I'm back home, I find these urges not only live on but flourish. Yay.
It feels as though something that had been pinned in place has now been let loose, and can circulate itself through out my system. Honey being stirred into hot water, warming and expanding, separating into translucent golden strands suspended in clear liquid. Thats it is, and i like it. It's good to be back in a place where i seek to create and experience with equal intensity. Having taken a step back and allowed time to drift past, drinking in emotional, physical, temporal and ethereal experiences my will is at last ready to drop back into the hustle and bustle of artistic energy. I am once again an active participant in the collective unconcious, up from a brief break by the sidelines.
Aren't you so happy to hear it?
blaow.
They are also what i read a lot of, lately.
Somewhere i fell out of the habit of reading for pleasure (save the rare piece of erotica...heh, get it? its a pun.). From elementary school through middle school and onto the middle segment of high school I was a voracious reader. Couldn't leave the house without a book on me, always looking for something new, constantly in middle of at least three different novels. And then it ground to a halt.
It ground to a halt around the time, if i recall correctly, that the writing stopped. By 'the' writing, I mean my writing. And now i find all of these things coming back to me.
and thusly i rejoice.
I think it had something to do with China. Trapped in a world with which i could communicate in only the most basic ways (food and sex being the two things i could easily procure) my conciousness turned in towards itself and began once again to produce. To reproduce, perhaps, in vain attempts to re-surround myself with the familiar. After all, writing and painting created an oasis of familiarity in foreign world. And now that I'm back home, I find these urges not only live on but flourish. Yay.
It feels as though something that had been pinned in place has now been let loose, and can circulate itself through out my system. Honey being stirred into hot water, warming and expanding, separating into translucent golden strands suspended in clear liquid. Thats it is, and i like it. It's good to be back in a place where i seek to create and experience with equal intensity. Having taken a step back and allowed time to drift past, drinking in emotional, physical, temporal and ethereal experiences my will is at last ready to drop back into the hustle and bustle of artistic energy. I am once again an active participant in the collective unconcious, up from a brief break by the sidelines.
Aren't you so happy to hear it?
blaow.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Guns and Cigarettes
Are what I'm cooler than.
It's been awhile, hasnt it? I doubt that anyone checks this dry shell of a blog, but oh well, blogging is nothing but masturbatory anyway right?
Let's get some updates going on hurr. The last blog as about...well, i think it was about being back from China was it not? I don't believe it was overly informative. I think i promised you stories that I'm not at this time prepared to deliver. Let's sidestep from those musings on the past and make this blog about what is really going down now that it so happens i'm back from China.
The first thing i'm doing is getting involved with things that i can be proud of, and living my life according to all of those beliefs that i have. What that means is, I work for Greenpeace and for a friend's landscaping company. You know, saving the world and preparing for the revolution. Don't tell the government i just said that (but the boats will stop coming someday...and at that point, well, i'd like to have a breadfruit tree or two). I'm outisde all day long no matter which job i'm at, working with either people or plants. Between me and you, I prefer the plants, but i guess that wasn't such a big secret anyway. Life is good on the island, and yet i still contemplate returning to china. Why? Persuing a personal journey, I suppose. I can either stay here and get over my inability to stay in one place for longer than 6 month at any given time (I haven't done that since i graduated high school) and continue to delve further and further into a sustainable and outdoorsy kind of life, or I can go back to China, make loads of money teaching while (and learning to become one with myself), and then travel down through Southeast Asia interacting with curiously foreign and intoxicating energies. It is a dilemma, if you will, of the physical over the spiritual.
Oh, conundrums. How skilled you are at pushing the dueling energies within me to points of unrest.
On the other hand, I'm taking up my art in ways i havent in quite a while. Writing, creating, growing and starting to silkscreen. Which is sexy. Yay for that. Yay for the place that i'm at for the time that i'm at it.
I love you guys, I'm going to go pee. Then get my things together and walk over to the intersection that I get to canvas today. Yay for accosting people about enviornmental issues (that 'yay' drips half-feigned half-real enthusiasm tinged with sarcasm, if you couldn't hear it through your computer screen).
Love&luz
jessie
It's been awhile, hasnt it? I doubt that anyone checks this dry shell of a blog, but oh well, blogging is nothing but masturbatory anyway right?
Let's get some updates going on hurr. The last blog as about...well, i think it was about being back from China was it not? I don't believe it was overly informative. I think i promised you stories that I'm not at this time prepared to deliver. Let's sidestep from those musings on the past and make this blog about what is really going down now that it so happens i'm back from China.
The first thing i'm doing is getting involved with things that i can be proud of, and living my life according to all of those beliefs that i have. What that means is, I work for Greenpeace and for a friend's landscaping company. You know, saving the world and preparing for the revolution. Don't tell the government i just said that (but the boats will stop coming someday...and at that point, well, i'd like to have a breadfruit tree or two). I'm outisde all day long no matter which job i'm at, working with either people or plants. Between me and you, I prefer the plants, but i guess that wasn't such a big secret anyway. Life is good on the island, and yet i still contemplate returning to china. Why? Persuing a personal journey, I suppose. I can either stay here and get over my inability to stay in one place for longer than 6 month at any given time (I haven't done that since i graduated high school) and continue to delve further and further into a sustainable and outdoorsy kind of life, or I can go back to China, make loads of money teaching while (and learning to become one with myself), and then travel down through Southeast Asia interacting with curiously foreign and intoxicating energies. It is a dilemma, if you will, of the physical over the spiritual.
Oh, conundrums. How skilled you are at pushing the dueling energies within me to points of unrest.
On the other hand, I'm taking up my art in ways i havent in quite a while. Writing, creating, growing and starting to silkscreen. Which is sexy. Yay for that. Yay for the place that i'm at for the time that i'm at it.
I love you guys, I'm going to go pee. Then get my things together and walk over to the intersection that I get to canvas today. Yay for accosting people about enviornmental issues (that 'yay' drips half-feigned half-real enthusiasm tinged with sarcasm, if you couldn't hear it through your computer screen).
Love&luz
jessie
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