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April 11th, 2007

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April 10th, 2007

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April 9th, 2007

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November 12th, 2005

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I thought I'd give a little update on how the apartment gets clean...for the record.

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September 1st, 2005

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this week i’ve finally bought one of the newly re-released dinosaur jr. albums. it’s a band that always makes me think of driving to highschool in my friends car listening to the warp over his mono radio. a trashy little station run by lazer on the am side. an era in music where all the over stylized music from the eighties finally began to break away. music with more substance started to seep back into the mainstream. it didn’t take long before the new formula was discovered. companies have a knack for turning substance back into pure trite stylized boredom.

sometimes the curiously nothing type days give birth to some bit of informations that’s fantastically interesting. she told me I don’t have a pussy. while we sat on the couch watching some TV. strange how the oddest things can be realized while meditating in from the the television. broken flowers is overrated. family guy overrated. that is all.

June 27th, 2005

the blades

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When I lie in bed sometimes the thoughts just circle around until I realize my own insomnia. The cool night drifts in through the window and I can’t help it. Its energies fill my breadth with all sorts of thoughts. Thoughts I’d rather not hope to have this late at night. Sometimes as a single memory fires across my mind I can feel it’s ever increasing dominance as it consumes every bit of my conscious thought. In this I long for the thoughts that are free to roam within my subconscious. Those which I do not know, but envy none the less. Like the strangers who pass by on the street, each one contains a whole new world which I’m not a part of. As one walks by I look into their face and It’s obvious they don’t realize what I’m doing. They keep looking down the walk. Their minds are only conscious of where they wish to go. I see their eyes, the facial expression like, the animated body they carry with them. All this happens without me. Separate in their own stream of conscious thoughts. They share this space with my own subconscious. Don’t they realize the envy I hold for them? They’re lost to me though. Down they move away from the point where I lay. Forever drifting before maybe some new moment where I may once again step in front of their pathway.
And what about my own pathway. Where is it leading me as the sent of an early summer evening make their way into my nostrils all the way to the single point of my mind containing my own precious consciousness? The sent doesn’t allow me to relax or forget, but merely allows for a subtle reminder of the ease carried in such a sweet period. The laziness of a life in full bloom. It’s able to take advantage of all it’s favorable qualities. It doesn’t have realize the energy it holds. It merely exists to enjoy the moment it has created. The moment built up through a snow covered winter and the final decomposition of spring. The summer is pompous and arrogant. Naive of the reality which it exists.
It lays there still, unaffected by the rage which I have for it. Stillness settles across the grasses and leaves before the next breeze presses tenderly against them. Rubbing each blade against its neighbor. Their affections only last until their own will forces them back into line. Straight and stern for the next push and a new encounter.

June 23rd, 2005

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Time for a little verbage. The third season of Six Feet Under was released and we've been going through the episodes this week. Is it just me or did they decide to turn the drama up a notch? This seems especially true for the last few shows of the season. Oh well, it's nice to see Brenda in lots of tight fitting shirts. The show runs hot and cold with me. Some of the shows are written so well in parts, but then they start laying it on a little thick. This makes me feel uncomfortable and I find it hard to even continue watching. I have sort of a wierd quark when watching something really dramatic. It'll just get to me so bad that my head gets a little emotional and I can hardly stand it. One more show to go and It's on to something else. Reading a couple books would be a nice follow up. I'd really like to finish off Crash.

Over the last month or so I've settled into the appartment more. It's been a while living on the ground floor. The cat has been freaking out at night. She starts hissing like mad at the windows. It's probably because some cats like to hang outside. She doesn't like tha so much. When she spots one of them she pretty much goes nuts. It's especially annoying when she freaks out in the middle of the night. Lately it's been so bad that as soon as it gets dark she hisses at anyone who walks by.

June 1st, 2005

Test

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March 28th, 2005

The end of the tour.

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Well it seems I may be stuck in Atlanta for a few days.  Oh what a joy!  Sometimes love just seems to turn down the worst roads.  It’s not just one wrong turn it’s a whole slew of them.  Since I can’t seem to get to sleep tonight I guess I’ll just have to write a little bit about my big bad trip to L.A. 

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March 13th, 2005

Nautilus

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Ams notified me the other day that Nautilus has moved out of Bayshore mall.  I've had numerous pictures framed at that store so I was a bit disappointed to hear they closed.  She mentioned that the owner plans on opening a new store.  I spotted this OnMilwaukee article on Nautilus.  I can't wait to see what the new store looks like. 
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