first leg of the flight is to Chicago
… so many kids on this flight
long, gangly; big teeth stcking out
round vowels, sharp consanants
all at right angles to eachother
mumbled with enthusiasm
but it makes me want to hide
Last week (well, over a last week ago)
I was to meet up with a friend (of a friend) at the East Side Club
Been there?
it’s candy land for me
so many nice ole fat old daddies
furry and maybe a big confused
maybe sexy, maybe wondering…
well, i had a date
and Jorge called right before i headed up there
— he’d never been there
so i invited him along for adventure
it was a day, for me, where i ran into people i’d not seen in a while
while walking around Chelsea
saw a lover of a guy i haven’t seen in months
so walked up to his apartment
so i guess it was fortuitous
that when we got to the club the “radio” station they had on was all New Waves
maybe it was “greatest hits of the 80’s”
or maybe it was just called “Glories of the New Wave Scene”…
That’s what Jorge thought it was
slightly amused by the men
but greatly enthused by the music
he hunted down the videos for all the songs played that they
and i helped him post them in his journal
if you’re thirsty for all the youth and glories of kids twenty years ago
walking through the dimly lit grey halls of a house of sex hounds
you should Follow This Link To Jorge’s post to enjoy 40 videos you might not have seen [ever] in a while.
Sorting through things…
as I get ready to leave New York again
two weeks
ten days in Hawaii to get the stuff i left there
use the other half of that ticket
then fly back into SF with Leo to spend a day there
then two days up at the Hermitage
to get some stuff from there
that’s pretty much the last “stuff” i’m re-collecting for my house…
and my house is coming together
though my computer has been failing
– anyone want to donate to my “new computer fund”? – –
even there, things are coming together
i’ve almost got all of my music onto one hard drive (about 400GB right now)
so i’m starting to make mixes for Jorge
and hearing songs i’ve not heard in ages…
AGES…
anyone remember Marion?
i listened to their album “This World and Body” today for the first time since i was… 15? 16? maybe 17…
’95 (the kids are alright)
some of the old hits i enjoyed hearing again
but my favourite surprise was this one:
i love his singing style
though it all seems a bit silly now
i remember thinking this song (and many of their others) were so great
because at that point in my life
i didn’t believe anyone in the world actually loved eachother
“Love” was just some sorry euphemism for the shame, boredom and loneliness that kept people together
i’m so glad to have grown out of that
but
HA!
it’s still a fun song
.. i hope to post more music here as time goes on
but if any of you are in on a saturday night…
Enjoy.
Begin forwarded message:
> From: Brad
> Date: March 19, 2008 1:44:40 EDT
> To: dominicvine
> Subject: Crazy ass coincidence…
>
> I just got off the phone talking to you, and I had just checked my
> RSS feeds (since I just subscribed to your blog) and the first post
> I saw was this:
> http://www.c71123.com/found/3rd-doppelganger-found/
>
> And I read it thinking it was YOUR blog. But it wasn’t. It was
> someone else whose blog I was already subscribed to, posting a blog
> entry about YOU (or, more specifically, about how he looks like
> you). Crazy!
>
> —
— you should know
where he’s gone
because again and again
he’s explained…
“”
So
i’m in Indiana right now.
i came here for no reason but to be here
of course
reasons were made
one being
Morrissey was playing Sunday night (i arrive saturday)
and Kari said she’d get tickets..
she didn’t get around to it
so i looked on line
and there were MANY
i called a number
and got two tix in the second row, front and center
for $35 bucks each– flat.
i got to see old friends
one of whom i blanked on his name…
but i used to google him all the time
wondering what’d happened to him…
did he start that band?
did he move to france?
no: he’s still here in Indy
looks like he has a girl friend
but still flirting with me..
and the boss i used to work for..
Morrissey has turned into Quite the Handsome Man
(nice thick eyebrows)
he started off the show with an excellent “The Queen Is Dead”
“dressed in your brother’s bridal veil…”
he was very playful and didn’t take himself too serious
— i ran up so i could touch his hand when he leaned down to us…
—-[ post cut off by living] —-
(some one asked me to “give some tips” on Yoga)
best i can say about it is this:
the word means Union
the act of Yoga is a meditation and prayer
very often the way it is taught
is as a stretching excersize to keep fit
which by far misses the meaning
in any pose that you do
try doing the most simple one you remember:
mountain pose; corpse pose
your intention should be to be present with every aspect of yourself
every muscle
each sinew
everything feeling and thought
and then further
to be present with every aspect of everything
thus, God
— traditional yoga is from a hindu perspective
which gives the divine many different points of reference (they being polytheistic)
but the eventual goal, even then, is to become fully present with all existance
that is what yoga is about
and it makes those very difficult and strange positions much more interesting:
understanding your place in eternity
and what to do there…
Surrounding sense of embracing love and comfort to you
that’s a bit wordy to actually have at the end of every email..
but it just occurred to me i don’t know exactly WHEN i started doing that
but it’s not a salutation that was used until recently
the last few years..
and it occurs to me that it is Common now
probably not in letters
but in Emails
…
all of us
so loving
so distant
so lonely
wish to span the gap
and
surround eachother in embracing love and comfort
instead
we just write it.
from “The Machine Stops” by E.M. Forester
as found in the book
“Fairy Tales for Computers”
as found in the books
the Books.
”
Ere silence was completed their hearts were opened, and they knew what had been important on the earth. Man, the flower of all flesh, the noblest of all creatures visible, man who had one made god in his image, and had mirrored his strength on the constellations, beautiful naked man was dying, strangled in the garments that he had woven. Century after century had he toiled, an here was his reward. Truly the garment had seemed heavenly at first, shot with the colours of culture, sewn with the threads of self-denial. And heavenly it had been so lang as it was a garment and no more, so long as man could shed it at will and live by the essence that is his soul, and the essence, equally divine, that is his body. The sin against the body — it was for that they wept in chief; the centuries of wrong against the muscles and the nerves, and those five portals by which we can alone apprehend — glozing it over with talk of evolution, until the body was white pap, the home of ideas as colourless, last sloshy stirrings of a spirit that had grasped the stars.
“
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