Monthly Archives: May 2011



Me: Hello, can I help you find anything?

Crazy: I-I-I need a good eye cream, I have these DARK circles b-cause I aint’ slept in 5 yeeee-aah.

Me: Ok, come on over here and have a seat.

I demonstrate the eye cream and she decides to buy it. After purchasing it, she hangs around the counter and tells me this story:

Crazy: I was chatting wit this man online and he was SeEeExXaAy! So he came to see me, and guess what happened?

Before I had any time to say anything, she whips out her little red phone.

Crazy: He took me out to a FINE little place, then he took me home and asked me to have (whispers) sex with him. THEN, I gave him the TD!

The customer behind her is staring and Meg is watching from the Brow Bar as I helplessly mouthed the word “help!”

Crazy: You know what the TD is? TURN DOWN!!!! (she flips open her phone, and shows me a very blurry picture of a funny looking little man with green eyes) wadn’t he FIIIIIINE? Grrrl you don’t know, 55 I am and I still get these men. THEN after the TD, he asked me to do him a favor–

Before she had time to tell me what this little favor was, I quickly asked her for the time.

CrazY: 8: 09

Me: Oh! really? I have a very important meeting to go to. It was a pleasure! Enjoy the eye cream! BYE!

I quickly ran into the brow bar, and Meg and Tia asked me what happened, and I told them. We laughed for quite a while, then made up a code word for times when one of us needs to be “rescued”.

Ay Dios MIOOOO!!!!!!!!!!


All in All


Another day in Spring time Raleigh! How I wish that the pools would open. What I would do to be underwater racing someone. Strangely enough, I can remember exactly what I was doing one year ago today.

Flying Under Pressure


I walked to work today. Not for any good reason, really just for the sake of walking and enjoying the life happening around me. The slight buzz from the relaxing 3 miles, left me in a weird state and not quite in the mood to sell. Nevertheless I still did my job and did the mini-makeovers for those that asked, and occasionally for those that didn’t ask. All day long I thought about Humanism. All day long I thought about Humanitarianism, and Individualism, still more about the seed and the root that spreads through the garden of our minds. What drives a person to hate, to love, to give, to take, to take action? Is it the divine, or does the necessity to do good or not so good come from within? The eternal question that has incessantly puzzled millions before us, I am asking myself now.

I love this!!!!

Five years: some favorites from Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”


“and ever has it been that love knows not it’s own depth until the hour of separation.”
-Kahlil Gibran 8

“and what is fear of need but need itself?
Is not the dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?”
-Kahlil Gibran 19

“when you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
-Kahlil Gibran 29

“no man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.”
– Kahlil Gibran 56

“and knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.”
-Gibran 62

“for what is evil but good tortured by it’s own hunger and thirst?”
-Gibran 64

“even those who limp go not backward.”
-Gibran 65

“and what is word knowledge but a shadow of your wordless knowledge?”
– Gibran 87

“how could I have seen you save from a great height or a great distance?”
-Gibran 90

My phone has been turned off all day! T-mobile is being mean again.

Alvin Row


Here is an excerpt from Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and the Damned. I was reading this in my dream last night. Interesting, very interesting.

“‘Then I went to school. For fourteen years half a hundred earnest men pointed to ancient flint-locks and cried to me: ‘There’s the real thing. These new rifles are only shallow, superficial imitations.’ They damned the books I read by calling them immoral; later the fashion changed, and they damned things by calling them ‘clever.’

“And so I turned, canny for my years, from the professors to the poets, listening- to the lyric tenor of Swinburne and the tenor robusto of Shelley, to Shakespeare with his first bass and his occasional falsetto…I gave ear to Browning chatting, Byron declaiming, and Wordsworth droning…I learned a little of beauty-enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth- and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition…Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me. The fibre of my mind coarsened and my eyes grew miserably keen. Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.”

-The Beautiful and the Damned (p.209)

There is nothing that scares me more than a blank canvas waiting expectantly for my next burst of creative energy. Knowing that I can paint anything on it, I create expectations for myself; goals attainable yet unattainable because I procrastinate, staring, wondering if I can create what is already so vividly painted in my mind.

I really love this song…Animal Collective is definitely one of my top 3 favorite bands ever!

Some Byron Favorites (finally!!!)


“any woman can make a man in love with her, show me her who can keep him so?”


“the great object of life is sensation-to feel that we exist-even though in pain-it is this ‘craving void’ which drives us to gaming-to battle-to travel- to interpret but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principle attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.–”

“& how much one always hazards to obtain anything worth having.”
“I do not know that I am happiest when alone; but this I am sure of, that I never am long in the society even of her I love, (God knows too well, and the Devil probably too,) without a yearning for the company of my lamp and my utterly confused and tumbled-over library.”
There are actually a lot more but I can’t find my phone!



This is what I see when I listen to this song:

Picture a couple. They are in the midst of disaster. The man is going to leave her, he is leaving for battle. She is begging him to stay, pleading, crying, tugging at his hand. Her voice is the piano, his is the cello. He can’t stay, he has to perform his duty. She pleads, refusing to give up. She reminds them of their past, he says it’s impossible, he will be arrested. She offers to leave everything behind, they can move to Canada. His pride does not allow him to surrender, his heart strings have nearly snapped. She falls on her knees, realizing that it is useless. She surrenders…he is gone.