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November, 2006

November 2, 2006 - 12:33am

reminder

saturday was a while ago, but i have been meaning to say that i had a transcendant experience as i stared into the bluest most infinite horizon possible saturday night. i was sitting in one of the small pools at esalen, leaning over the stone side, resting my chin on the backs of my hands, staring out into the nothingness of the pacific at night as the ocean crashed below. it seemed like i could float and merge with the horizon.
after that i could only sit in the soft light of the dressing area holding my knees and thinking some very nonverbal things in a stunned silence. i noticed saturn and jupiter on my arms and kissed them hello.

the next day bonnie prince billy came into the restaurant we were having brunch in. he wore a red vest. and some of the girls who had been at the night baths with us were there, too, in their UGGs and puffy vests. they had a tiny black poodle. i ate a pancake. very satisfying.

then oliver bought us some funny little robot plants. well, they aren't robots but they are succulents which seem unfriendly at first. i've become very enamored with succulents.

today i was in paxton gate considering the terrariums. what does one plant in terrariums? expensive orchids and carnivorous plants only, or other things too? i like the idea of some exotic mossy things. a terrarium really seems like quite a magical situation. i had visions of myself sitting in front of my terrarium, lost in some kind of dream like terrarium induced trance.

when i was about 11 or 12, there were a number of small terrariums made from large glass jugs in the public library on the base where we lived. i loved the library very much and the terrariums were definitely a major contributing factor in my affection. whoever made them had put small mirrors in the dirt to look like ponds, and surrounded the ponds with little figurines. i remember a deer, and a gnome. they were great. that library had a number of good books about gypsies that i kept reading over and over. to this day it's the library i imagine by default. it's like my platonic ideal of a library, if the universe is only in my head.

in other news i've spent the day fighting to find a way to migrate content from movable type to drupal. totally unsatisfying but i learned a lot. wednesday is work from the coffee shop day. i love it.

also, today i cut the cuffs off some pants i had. i never understood why i didn't quite like these pants but after some deliberation i decided i hated the length. now they are what i think of as pee-wee herman length and i love them so much more!

i've spent some time considering that the last half of my 20s seems to have been about loss. i feel very intensely that i lost many things/people/naive-dreams in the last four or five years. now as the loss gets further from me it's hard to define what i lost exactly.. people, maybe, but the people are still around in some capacity. i think the loss is more about loss of certain constructs and safety nets i'd created in my own mind. it's been a real shaking up of the psychological foundation of self. certain people and situations are symbols for that shift. now i can't tell who or what i am even supposed to miss, anymore, and what was real, and whether i'm just missing parts of my mind that can no longer exist unexamined or in blissful ignorance. maybe all i'm saying is "loss of innocence" but it seems more complex than that.

i'm not really as concerned about it, anymore. finally at a place where i can see it without being wrought with horrible feelings of helplessness about it. optimism has begun to return, though i must say part of the transition is that i feel much more like i have to vociferously defend and espouse ideas that mean a lot to me. i've realized that i can no longer take for granted that the people around me are able to meet me in my head, or that they are even *like* me at all. tonight, i do believe in everyone's potential to be a total kindred spirit, though, which is more than i would have said a few months ago.

soon it will be my birthday! this month is really amazing, astrologically, for scorpios. i am very excited.


November 9, 2006 - 3:10pm

at this juncture

currently, the things i relate to most in the world are my cats and my plants.


November 14, 2006 - 5:58pm

don't forget that we create each other

when you get older and your sensitivity fades, maybe not because it's supposed to but because of some extended low level PTSD related to loss and the inabilty of people to deal with each other's real innards, it's easy to forget all the events and moments that made you into what you are. it's pretty much easier to get through every day if you're not paying a sort of worshipful homage to the most important things of your past with every action. in fact it was a worshipful process of moments like this that crippled me fully for most of 2004, and the need to reject that process completely which has left me feeling a little empty since, empty but functioning better.
anyway, i don't want to out my insides too much right now, but i do want to say that when i was young i fell in love with someone much older than me and he made me who i am in many ways, and i still feel that creation, and he's a poet. he would call me and i would sing to him, crouched all skinny on the floor of the laundry room in huntsville alabama, the phone cord pulled as far as it would go.

along the same lines, i recently saw gavin strickland in a dream. if i put his whole name here maybe he'll google himself and find it - i'd like to know where he is.

love.


November 21, 2006 - 1:35pm

SFO

hi. i'm at SFO getting ready to board a plane to florida to see my family for thanksgiving.
we always bring a ton of food with us on flights, and the security people just took our delicious and expensive yogurt, guacamole, and hummus. we put them in ziploc bags but they are currently only allowing liquids in containers of 3 ounces or less in ziplocs on the plane. my yogurt containers were, i think, 4 ounces each. the guac and hummus were definitely pushing it more, but still. this is our FOOD. i was looking forward to eating my breakfast of yogurt. i was so angry and frustrated to see my food taken away that i started crying.

i know as far as injustices go, this is minor, and there are a lot of people who are going through a lot of worse shit all the time, but something about it really destroyed me. for two reasons:

1. it just defeats common sense. if i had poured my yogurt into 3 containers that were 2.5 ounces apiece, they would let me take them on! the hummus that they made us throw out is the same hummus that is spread on the bread of the sandwiches they let us take.

2. given that anyone with basic common sense can understand how stupid the war on moisture is, it is even worse knowing that another human being with an arbitrary authority would look me in the eye and take my food away from me. it just really hurts. i don't care about the context, or the larger moral picture that maybe TSA employees are trying to 'protect' us. it just sucks that people would treat each other this way.

i have to board now. i am pissed. okay bye.

also, it is my fucking birthday and i want my organic yogurt back.

bye.


November 30, 2006 - 1:58am

unf unf unf

i have not been writing, though so much happens every day.


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