Saturday, June 25

Walk the Quote Land

"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." Henry David Thoreau

"Talent is like electricity. We don’t understand electricity. We use it." - Maya Angelou

"If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities." - Maya Angelou

"Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey's back." - Zora Neale Hurston.

"Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose — a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye." - Mary Shelley.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. - Virginia Woolf

"What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?" - Toni Morrison in Song of Solomon.

"I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have." - Thomas Jefferson

the lesson of the moth

By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

I was just going to put a quote from this one, but I reread it and just couldn't resist.

My favorite part:

-it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while-


to computer programmers...Holy shit and for real. Is it really as tedious as it seems? Or is it just me? Granted I have only been on this thing for one day, but every time I check out someone else's awesome blog page, I want to add more links and photos and all the things that make my world go round.

It took God six days to create his how could I dare to expect to create mine in one....sleep deprived and all....I hope my excitement for sharing continues. If it continues at this pace....I have a scenario for myself:

...three months pass...all my bills payment...cell phone go unpaid: not even thought of....only my electricity bill and internet connection are paid through my savings in an electronic account.....another running water, eviction notice and car is reposessed.....Soon, the landlady is forced to involve the authorities. They have to get in my apt. to see what the hell is going on...coming to take my belongings and drag me out....What they are greeted with upon breaking bolted door down.....A gross, smelly, wild eyed monster sitting at her computer typing like a madwoman. I'm reminded of a scene from "Death Becomes Her" two of my favorite actresses..Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn.
Flashback - It was the 80's, I was in High School, my Great-Grandmother (best woman in the world) sat reading her EBONY magazine. She's had a subscription since forever. Me reading over her shoulder, but really just purring like a well-fed kitten, she rips out a page and gives it to's an EBONY READERS POLL.....stuff like...favorite actor, favorite on and so forth....well they actually had a question....Who is your most trusted White American? (Isn't that great). I was excited ran off to fill it out and send it in.....My answer was and still is....Goldie Hawn. I don't know why...just like her energy. Trust meaning politicians and celebrities- not Joe Average next door neighbor - some of my best friends are white :-) Flashback over

ANYWAY, in "Death Becomes Her" Goldie Hawn's fiance (Bruce Willis) leaves her for Meryl Streep, who plays an actress in the movie and Goldie Hawn lost her ever lovin' mind (I swear this movie is hilarious). End result....Cops break into her apt. She's gained a hundred pounds and she and her cats are surviving off of cake icing.....the cops struggle to pull her from in front of the TV where she keeps rewinding a movie scene where Madeline Ashton (Streep) is strangled to death.....

All that to say...that's how I'm serious about this Blog(today at least).


And here's a scoop of (my own) truth (truth also doubles as opinion for me) - Tom Cruise is going through a mid-life crisis at 42 years old. I've seen it before. It's okay Tom, lost a few cool points for losing yourself. But that's the effect Oprah, with her bountiful bosom, soul searching eyes and warm aura, has on people. That's what the pagans and spiritual-less (that's right) fail to see. At times, when you're going through a little something, but have to constantly wear your game face, these things happen. Unfortunately it happened on the biggest talk show to ever come through the tv screen. And we love Tom Cruise for his ability to "BE COOL". I didn't actually see the show because I am television-less and quite Zen-Buddha with mine right now. I've seen clips. I think I've been asked no less than 350 times....Did you see this show or that show? No I didn't see it, I'm saving for a flat-panel...Sharp-Aquos. I'll make the sacrifice to have what I want. Soon come, Soon come.

I've been up all night....the sun is up...I should just make a cup of coffee and go sit out on my patio/balcony(which requires some TLC all the flowers have passed on to flower heaven) Take in some of this strange LA air...still better than the cigarette smoke floating in to my vents from the downstairs apt at this very moment at 5:53AM. Who the hell is smoking at 5:53A?....Unless you're on set. When will I sleep....who knows.

So three hours later I'm still here staring at this screen, numb ass and all. Changing text colors and trying to upload photos. Listening to a lovely party shuffle on my computer. Neneh Cherry's - Buffalo Stance just went off, Madonna's dress you up is playing now. Love me some Madonna. A nice fella' I sometimes work with, gave me 500 songs from charted 80's music. Let me tell you who ruled the charts..Madonna and say what you want about the boy, yes boy- Michael Jackson. Aerosmith, Bon Jovi and Prince didn't do too bad. But reigning King and Queen of the charts in the 80's- the two M's. I'm a fan. Had a hissy fit when I was 10 years old and my ENTIRE family went to the Jacksons concert and brought me back a F&*#!%' program. It's been over 22 years and it still haunts me. Bummer. I was a huge fan, they all knew it. How could they do that to me? The rehearsed answer "You were at camp." I was a two hour ride away, come get my ass, I'm not in jail. Back to the now. Awwww.....All out of Love by Air Supply just came on. A tear might run down my cheek...later though.

It's 3:10am....and my neighbors can hear me if I cough too loud. I figure if they can dish out the noise, they should be able to take it. On more than one occasion I've heard her stumble up the stairs...loud piercing voice...laughing or calling for her kitties who probably lick there paws with disregard for the tipsy key jingler on the other side. My music is currently lower than my phone voice so......she should be okay. Oh how I miss the days when I could have my listening sessions. I try but she's already been over here twice. It's not the level of music per se, it's the bass (how low can you go). I guess she figures since she listens to the lite fm station with hearty helping of treble sans the bass, she can blast her music. I hear it all the time, but I let it go. I'll have to give some back stories of my year in L.A. later.
In the Beginning....

I started a blog on earthlink last July 2004. I just found it again, still standing, alone and unpublished with a few very personal things about me. Decorated with pictures of trees with purple flowers and purple this and purple that (my favorite color. Maybe I was royalty in my former life cause' I do love it so). Anyway I've abandoned that very time consuming, graphics major post for this one. No, it's not as pretty. Maybe I'll make up for it with words. I don't know, but what I do know is the first blog shall remain unpublished. I just digressed like a mo'fo..I almost forgot my point....Point.....I left my blog unattended for 11 months. Hopefully the simplicity of this one will seep into my pores and keep me interested enough to keep my readers interested.

My first post and I think I have so much more to say. Just had to get that little disclaimer out. Back to set up.

Thanks for tuning in.