elevate, don't expectorate

"In the market, the wood carvings and pearls went unbought, and the festively painted Ice Cream Shoppe was always empty." -John Seabrook, because today felt deserted.

'Black Boys on Mopeds' by Sinead O'Connor, because her voice sounds lonesome.  The song is an echo.

Bleu because it's all yearning and resignation and loss and beginnings.  When Juliette Binoche eats the hell out of that blue lollipop it's a moment of cinematic brilliance, not to mention the seamless montage at film's end.

appalling things today.  hi.  pull up a drink. take a load off.

when i feel oogy and wonky, i head to the ocean.  nothing cures the oogies and wonkies like the smell and sound of the ocean.  since this is a city full of character and characters,  ya gotta expect to see some spectacular, nutty, awful things.  nothing oustanding today, but i saw two different women on two sidewalks spit.  just spit.  HWOQ-TOOEY.  one of the women was walking in front of me and very nearly hit my shoe.  look, it's bad enough when men spit, the nasty creatures, but come ON, sisters!!!  can we find another path to equality?  how about raising the bar of behaviors instead of stooping to those of filthy fellas?  the other thing i saw today made me at once nauseous and perturbed.  walking toward me was a trio of pre-teens, two gals and a guy.  they were maybe 12, 13 years old, max.  one of the girls was wearing a Hooters t-shirt.  HOOTERS???!  stop. think about that.  a pre-teen, barely developed, walking around a city of cuckoos and pervies in a t-shirt like that.  o, dear readers. tsk tsk doesn't seem enough of a reaction.  i wanted to shake her.  this got me to thinking about whether or not i'm a prude.  does not having a sense of humor about things like that make me a prude?  does wanting to see women elevate themselves within themselves, amongst themselves without the concern of whether men find them fuck-able make me a prude?  well, then, oki doki.  i've lived long enough to know that if it has legs, guys will pound it.  this includes tables and chairs.  i've also lived long enough to know that if it doesn't have legs, they'll mount it anyway.  being considered fuck-able is not a compliment.  

i said this blog wasn't going to be me ranting, but i guess i can toss that promise out the window.  

thanks for playing.  fin.