love it
this is for you, amanda palmer… just adding my tiny voice to the general outraged ruckus and belly celebration.
in any case, i loved the excuse to use the photobooth again! oh working in the pearl district is a little dangerous, what with close proximity to this photobooth and vanilla lattes and other frivolities which, though individually of small significance, combine to exert some influence on my already skinny wallet. i gotta start bringing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to the theatre. i have some lilikoi jelly i bought at the farmer’s market in hilo!
but there are plenty of cheap (read: free) thrills, too, like carrying home two beautiful white roses this evening after the show, part of a dozen left for the cast and crew on opening night by the production assistant. burying my nose in them while i danced at bus stops to my very favorite album playing in my earphones (yoshimi battles the pink robots). walking towards my house almost unsure it was mine for a moment when i saw the christmas tree my housemate brought home, all lit up in our window.
i feel pretty twitterpated by life lately. a little crazy in a good way. a little nervous, a little bit out of control. but only when i want to be, you know?
a poem by gregory orr, via k.–
When we’re young there’s lots
We don’t know about
The beloved:
How he or she is only housed
Briefly in this or that body.
Mostly, the beloved is the world,
But we’re not ready to see
That yet, not able to bear
The idea that the beloved
Won’t necessarily gaze back at us
With eyes like ours, won’t
Wrap us in his or her arms.
We want risk, but comfort, too,
Comfort most of all.
We’re still clinging to our loneliness,
Not yet ready to be alone.
i dunno about that. i feel wrapped up in the world, i do.
daily magic
on my way to the theatre yesterday evening–
sun rises, sun sets, but
the sun doesn’t go down
it’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning ’round
–the flaming lips
sometimes the night is like this
all these photos were taken tonight within fifteen blocks of my house.
varieties of experience
etched into the mirror outside the photobooth in the lobby of the ace hotel downtown are the words “you are beautiful.” the same words, backwards, are painted on the wall behind the mirror in the women’s bathroom at hopworks urban brewery on powell. i like it, i really like it, trite as it may be. i took this photobooth strip at the ace hotel during my dinner break today. i wish i had seen this entry by my friend kati before i did. actually, the woman who used the booth after me took photos of her beautiful pregnant belly.
tech week is letting up–our last preview was tonight, we open tomorrow, i got to sleep in this morning!–and i am starting to feel capable of more than working, sleeping, and eating (fairly badly). i did have a day off on monday. i could have slept and run errands, but instead i spent the whole day with a (relatively) new friend exploring southeast portland and rediscovering its beauty and all that good warm-fuzzy stuff. we walked through residential neighborhoods and in the reed canyon and listened to the sounds the plants made, counted their colors. green pines, purple bushes, red and pink plants with orange thorns, and of course the changing, falling and fallen leaves, a whole fiery rainbow of autumn. i said, “i think this portland neighborhood has more colors than the hawaiian jungle.” maybe, maybe not, but either way there is a lot of beauty everywhere. in the variety. see also above. you’re beautiful because you are a human amongst humans. yes.
sometimes i feel like an Explorer, even just walking down familiar streets i have walked down a hundred times. i think this and i laugh at myself. then i think some more and wonder if perhaps i am an explorer. exploring–or at least eager to explore–the unknown frontiers of my own life. it’s a choice i can make or not, you know? my refrain: there’s so many possibilities. a lot of exploring to be done. i think i will have been so many things by the time i’m through. maybe i will not be the best at any of them, but i think that’s okay.
this entry is too quick–still busy–a midnight picnic to get to soon, and there’s howling at the moon to be done, maybe, metaphorical or not, who can say?–but also this: today i finished an excellent book, an astonishing, consuming book about everything, the kind of book you bring up in conversation and the kind of book you ignore other conversations in order to read. and what a joy that is!
and what a joy the sun is, when it shines! and other times, the morning fog:
and yes, this too:
