flipping pages of my book. love.

After my recent dive into poetry I read some of my book today: LIfe in two worlds: a mostly memoir The reason I refer to it as a "mostly" memoir is because there have been many unbelievable things to occur in this rendition of life I walk. I figure when I'm famous and start getting interrogated by cats who say, "There's no way that really happened," I can simply retaliate with the clever reply, "You're right - I made it up." Anyways. It's kind...

the spectacular opera house. reflection.

The Sydney Opera House is marvelous. I've flown over it a few times but never saw it up close until today. Standing beside it offers one of those rare and remarkable moments where you find yourself pondering the perfection of Art.               I've mentioned before, a video of me reading a spoken word piece was played there once. And although I received an invite, I didn't go. I didn't go because there was no...

get it how you can james. just don’t lie.

So I've been reading A million little pieces by James Frey. I started reading it because when I plucked it off the shelf and popped it open at the second hand bookshop, I was fascinated by the lack of paragraphs, quotation marks, and random capitalization use. I was not aware that the title was an Oprah's Book Club selection, nor was I aware of the surrounding controversy. I start reading what it is labeled as 'memoir' and am already having...

va va vegan… sobbing over papers…

That's right blog family. It's just about time for my next trip to the land of vegan. I've been listening to a lot of chanting tracks lately, burning various combinations of incense, and reading a few numerology books. I feel centered and focused, and fairly light. I find when I swap my ordinary vegetarian diet for vegan, I get even more floaty to the point where my toes barely seem to touch the ground. I spent my morning sobbing over newspapers...

stillness. opera. marshmallow.

Dear beautiful collection of keep-me-going'ers... I woke up on a sunny day in Melbourne this morning, let the puppies tear me around the neighborhood on the bike, spoke to a couple of my favorite people in New York City, then set off for an aimless wander. Naturally my laptop was snugly tucked in my backpack because I'm getting back in the habit of taking it everywhere. I have a book to finish. I ended up at a French cafe that specializes in...
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