september 22, 2003 - 12:03 - let the battle begin!
my sister, an individual so reinvented that she only resembles the girl
i grew up with when she's sleeping, or on those late summer days when
the light is just right and you swear your eyes are playing tricks on you,
has transcended the space and time that differentiates her reality and
my own with a wholly unprecedented snippet of correspondence.
mi hermanita, an individual whom has spent the better part of the last
month traipsing about the south of spain with her spanish-based beau,
produced this lip-synch parody, and somehow projected the potentcy of
a spanish summer several thousand miles to a portland disbeliever.
yes, it's clever. in fact, it's perhaps one of the most brilliant
thing's she's ever done... to be fair, the sun-worn, off-duty-model
look does well when mixed with a common fan and some cheesy 80's easy
listening, but this level of soft-core, pulp-romance-novel-cover, chris
isaac or bad karaoke video reproduction is, well, staggering.
more than that, it's clearly a challenge.
although i lack the aesthetic to compete in the paperback-cover
category, i do intend to respond, and i intend to do it with style.
september 12, 2003 - 12:32 - the man comes around
a sad day for music indeed.
i loathe country, yet i love j. cash; a truly common scenario, as
i understand it. --this man has the rare and admirable capability
of effortlessly bridging genres and generations.
through collaboration, he helped to make good artists better, yet always
managed to keep his own unique style. should we all be so lucky!
jcash; the original man in black. <EOT>
september 10, 2003 - 17:12 - the autumn of our lives
chalk it up to that frantic acceleration of autumn, the time of year
where each blustery day seems to crash into nightfall 10 minutes earlier
than its predecessor, and the rapidly descending darkness leaves you
scrambling to get things done.
a time for quiet moments, opportunities to sit in bed, and try to recall
where you've hidden all of your sweaters, or just how you've managed to
squander an entire summer in the sun.
most importantly, it's a time for personal reflection.
as the days grow darker, you begin subconciously sorting out your nest;
if winter is the season for homebodies, then fall's all about auditions
and training. a season of embarassing moments, where even the
straightest guys can be caught coordinating their turtlenecks with
sofa shams, all working to perfect the ultimate in casual 'chicken-soup
and movie rental' effects.
fall is an especially interesting time for relationships. shorter
days imply shorter amounts of time with each party doing their own
'daily routine,' and more opportunity for bumping elbows in the bathroom.
more opportunity to ponder whether or not those special idiosyncrasies
of your relationship are still really endearing, or just kind of annoying.
...and sometimes, sometimes you decide that it is over, and now
is the time to move on. a cold, dark winter lies ahead,
why spend it with strangers?
be it as sublime as simply growing apart through the months, or
as literal as was one too many little mystery puddles, the thought
is infectious, and consuming.
it happens slowly: green leaves that cautiously yellow, then rapidly
fade to brown before they are resigned to the blustery indifference
borne by the winds of change.
........
with all the frailty of fall, she dances on my arm like a consumed
and tired leaf. even a fool can recognize, the time is right,
the time is now. still, after all these years, it breaks my
heart to see her go.
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