Friday, February 24, 2006
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cupmoled at 2/24/2006 08:35:00 PM
Almost everytime the past few months when I wait for a bus I wait so long it seems that I just missed it. It just seems so strange. Mr. E was at the pool again today. He always just lays there, skinny legs but old man's flabby stomach, very tan but splotchy, with a perverse moustache and messy hair, lying there reading a book with his hand holding it up against the sun. I wonder if he's reading some classic novel, a sex novel, a mystery novel, or contemporary-male-author novel. Just as I got up he left his things and walked slowly back to his block maybe to eat lunch or pee at home, and I almost sneaked a peek at his book but didn't in case his wife (if he has one) was looking out from the window. The sky changes all the time like a constant theatre show from stark white clouds outlined with sunshine to a sweep of dark clouds to low clouds moving in with the higher clouds covering the sun creating an electric blue-green light around the swirly wispy ends of the chunk of cloud. "I wandered lonely as a cloud"!!!!!! My grandmother is making new dentures because I told her the ones she has now (for 20 horrific years) look awful. And she's happy that the dentist kindly explained in hokkien that he'll make the front teeth stick out a little so she'll look younger. Getting new dentures is definitely more noticeable than plastic surgery! These days have felt like some sort of mirage. Sleeping when night comes and having dreams (4 kids hiding from soldiers with guns in a tiny room of washing machines in the dead of the sweaty night during war) and waiting for the bus and doing things. Hoohhhh.......
Be careful not to touch the wall there's a brand new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive you're lookin like a saint
moled at 2/24/2006 07:06:00 AM
Thursday, February 23, 2006
If space-time is the 4th dimension, then the internet and websites would be the 5th dimension in the Universe! My drum teacher (watermelon-headed watery-eyed potato-shaped 55-year-old man) told me today that he was a 50s baby boomer and went travelling the world playing the drums in the 60s and it was a crazy time. I'm going to buy Cream and The Who. Buying cds is like a sacred act. You can only buy a certain cd at a certain time when the time feels right. I don't even have half of the beatles' cds because the time hasn't always felt right. And bob dylan's are probably going take more than a year more to finish but the best is to buy on impulse though this is only valid if you are feeling rich, which is almost never! Being with my craziest cousin makes me feel most free we laugh like austin powers. Kevin Covais sang like a dying baby bird!!!! Patrick Hall looks like a giraffe and I loved his performance and Chris', Ace's, Elliot's and, TAYLOR HICKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
moled at 2/23/2006 05:43:00 AM
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
My mind has just been blown by reading what yuhui typed about Monash (where she is now like a ladybird in a 'lemon-scented lawn') having clubs like firetwirling and juggling society, creative anachronism-dressing up in medieval costumes and doing activities like ancient fighting, and alternative spiritualities (paganism, witchcraft). Only a crazy world is sane.
Also, the milky way is one of millions upon millions (no exaggeration) of galaxies in the Universe. It's just insane. I can't stand it. There might be other people billions of light years away. And here on earth people bother about plucking their eyebrows the right shape and worship the guitar (which is great) and I don't know, experience bouts of loneliness at night, worry about handphone models and watch movies which are extremely tiny intricate concoctions of the universe. Mind blowing........
Finally, isn't Stephen Hawking just adorable?
moled at 2/22/2006 05:46:00 AM
Sunday, February 19, 2006
This is completely strange! Some months ago I wrote in 2 nodes at everything2.com. I typed them in a state of sweet detatchedness. Both were completely dreamy and lush but also completely fluffy rubbish, which is actually somewhat a mix of what I think I am. One of them in 'the right way to take a bath' got 7+/9-, which means 7 people liked it and 9 didn't. And tonight I realised there's such a thing as messages and I got messages from people commenting on my nodes (as do people who follow this site like it's home, or a cult of best friend strangers, it's amazing) and one of them said my adding a writeup to the bath node didn't add anything to the idea of 'the right way to take a bath'. About the other node, where I added my own version of the sentence to this node (A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates) someone else started, someone said he ate it up because i guess it's bad and 'oh boy Node Heaven will be its new residence'. Someone else said sadly it isn't the sort of thing the site is looking for (think this is a nice administrator) and suggests I read up more. However someone who might be japanese says it's an almost painfully beautiful opening sentence for something brilliant. And someone else (obsessive everything2 person) thinks its possibly the best opening sentence on the site and wants me to write more and asks me if 'I want to marry someone called John' (forgotten to me, but in my homenode, which is like your personal cove) was a line from a movie. And what I mean by saying all of this is that I'm amazed at how different people think. And I think I also mean that you should discover everything2.com
moled at 2/19/2006 07:56:00 AM
Record of first party I got hired to do face-painting for! :-D
Number of kids: Apparently 18, but seemed less. Only about 10 got themselves painted.
Birthday Girl: Sarah
Ages: 2-7
The people: Danish! Which reminded me of Italian For Beginners (very famous Danish/Italian film). And a few Japanese.
Things painted: Birthday girl wanted the ballerina eye thing (puzzling as the picture looks a bit strange) and she was so sure she wanted it in blue, white and black (just like the picture) so I did that. Then her 2 girly friends wanted the same thing in different colours and they ran around looking like crazy little girls. One of them does NOT have pink as her favourite colour (but wore a pink dress) and the other likes purple, wants to be a vet when she grows up, has electric-blue-purple-stunning eyes and seems cranky. The birthday girl had hair so blonde it was nearly white. They had beautiful eyes and eyelashes. Then I did spiderman for a 7-year-old boy, and a lion for a 3-year-old boy. I asked the lion boy's mother (Michelle Philips -from the mamas and the papas- lookalike) whether I can paint his mouth and she asked 'iz eet poison?' and I said no and she said 'ah! yeah!' and waved for me to just do it. Nearly everyone around me (Danish fathers and mothers) was speaking in Danish or Japanese the whole while. The birthday girl then wanted both her arms to be covered in white and red daisies and opened her eyes and gasped (!) when I opened my eyes and mouth. So I did it and her mummy said 'wowww that is so beautiful' and the girl skipped off happily. Then her girly friend who hates pink wanted flowers too, BUT she knew that she wanted them only near the wrists and then a blue squiggly line to the top of her arm and white dots. Imagination, that's what it is! Then the vet-girl wanted a dog on one hand and a cat on the other, and I told her I didn't know how to paint cats and dogs but I'd try and after that she drew me a picture of a cat and dog and told me thats the way to do it. A 10-year-old black girl came and said she was too old to play games with them and she really misses being young again and wishes she could. They played the game where you tie balloons to ankles and try to burst others' balloons while protecting your own. Nearly all the kids ended up crying when their balloon burst. Most of the time I sit in a corner painting or waiting for kids to want to be painted, watching them play and think of what to say to the adults. I love this job.
moled at 2/19/2006 05:46:00 AM