You Send Me

July 31, 2008 at 9:24 pm (visuals, what was she thinking)

At the moment, I fancy:
- ballet calves
- expensive salads
- scrubbing my face
- one-piece outfits
- loose hair buns
- blotted red lipstick
- gawking at adorable overweight pets
- self-realization
- sneezing (why does it feel so good?)
- free samples
- extra sleep
- chai lattes
- silence
- curiosity
- extreme eyelashes
- inexpensive art
- burlesque performances
- motivational speeches
- loooong hair
- trying to meet my idol(s)
- toned down sarcasm
- kindness
- parks
- project runway/weeds marathons online
- suggestions
- papaya salad
- used books
- innocent kisses on the lips
- short fingernails
- organic everything
- thoughtfulness
- workplace pride
- mindful restraint
- sitting in the warm sun
- my moccasin boots
- taking it easy
- appreciation
- mood lighting

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My mom is smart

July 30, 2008 at 11:16 am (what was she thinking)

Knowing how much I liked to earn and save money when I was a kid, my mom paid me 25 cents for every 30-minute back rub.  I totally did it and was so excited about all of the money I was making.  Genius!

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Kiss my elbow

July 29, 2008 at 8:38 pm (what was she thinking)

When I was younger, constantly playing in the woods, the only real annoyance I had to deal with was an occasional burr or four stuck to my clothing. The burrs were part of the territory. Not enough to keep me inside. And they reminded me that I was traipsing around, out of my element.

Sometimes things just want to be close to you and don’t care if you want them or not. And they are part of the environment in which you choose to exist.

Things get more complicated when you fall in love with a burr.

On a random, more familiar note, what would I do without books and music? I still even refuse to use spell-check on the computer because I think it would give me false confidence, and keep me from that curiosity that only presents itself when you encounter self-doubt. I don’t think I’ll ever lose that. Not knowing. It is what drove me to our set of encyclopedias over and over again when I was younger . . . what forced me to hike up sand dunes for miles, soppy with sweat . . . what led me through the woods surrounding the beach in the dark, holding only my brother’s friend’s hand. I always found an answer at the end of it all. Sometimes I even found an amazing body of water and jumped right in.

I received a $50 american express card from work today and I’m thinking about what I want to spend it on. I want a dress, of course. But for $50? It might be time to visit Painted Bird. Fifty can be spent so easily. But it’s better than nothing and I might find a treasure.

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Girly Crush Alert

July 29, 2008 at 7:42 pm (references)

She’s a model, which is so . . . expected, I guess . . . but her name is Du Juan and I love her!

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Where the Wild Things Are

July 28, 2008 at 8:00 pm (references, what was she thinking)

I try to write about ideas more than things or people. But sometimes I get lazy and cheat, and give expressive details about desire (an idea?) for things or people. Every summer I go through a wild phase (I at least think it is limited to the summer). Maybe because I am a summer baby. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. But most seasons, I am perfectly happy reading, writing, watching movies, or making cute but relatively useless things with my hands, meeting friends for coffee, and surveying all things arty. In the summer, I feel antsy, hedonistic, drink much more than I ought to drink, have no use for sustenance, and treat everyone as though they are mine. Essentially, in the summer time, I am the annoying neighbor kid at the door, wanting to play while my friend is still finishing up supper. Except maybe more Dionysian in spirit. Like times ten.

In the spirit of summer and wildness and my aptly named blog, here is something entertaining (for the boys and/or pervs and/or anyone) that I found while testing a new search engine using my blog name as the search term. It’s hil-ar-i-ous. Enjoy! And let me know if you try this amazing protocol and maybe I will too. Hint: do not stick your finger in my ear, EVER.

From: “yaritai”
Newsgroups: alt.seduction.fast
Subject: Identyfing Her Desires 1 (Making Your First Move Easy) – The Tickle Fight
Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 13:21:32 +0900

Tickle fights:

In my experience, the tickle fight is a situation where there is implied
permission/desire for you to make a move.

If she just giggles and moves away and basically refuses to get into it,
then there’s a possibility that she’s not interested, but NOT NECESSARILY!
If that happens, you’ll have to do other things to find out. But if she
turns around and starts tickling you back, then she most definitely wants
you!

Girl tickles you back (more than just a poke) => The girl is definitely
interested in you.
Girl doesn’t tickle you back => The girl may or may not want you.

Do NOT make the mistake of reversing this. For example, the following logic
is WRONG:

Girl is interested => She will tickle you. (No, she may not.)

And never assume: Girl doesn’t tickle back => She’s not interested. (It’s
only possible.)

Just remember that if she gets into a tickle fight, she DOES want you.
Forget the rest.
She is ready to be physical with you. Now, how do you go from tickle to
kiss? Easy as hell!!! Ha ha ha. I now laugh (in a very sad kind of ironic
way) at just how stupid I was in the past.

If you can in any way at all get into a tickle fight near a bed or large
carpeted area, do so.

Tickle her a bit. If she’s ticklish, she’ll laugh and grab her sides a bit.
(If she’s not ticklish, she may not react at all. Keep trying for a bit, but
if she still doesn’t react, it’s no fun and won’t work, so stop or tease her
about being “insensitive”.) Continue unless you get a very bad reaction. If
you try a few times and she continues to retreat, stop and try later, or try
something else. Most likely, she will start tickling back and it’ll escalate
into a full fledged tickle-fight.

This is exactly what you want to happen.

Not only that, but she has now, without using any words, ASKED you to kiss
her!!!

Let her tickle you back a bit, tickle her, etc. and do this for a little
while. Then, after a short while, you reach your arms around her and hold
her hands and arms with one hand, and you tickle her with the other.
Congratulations, you are now hugging her. Not only that, but she is laughing
and loving every minute of it. Can you say “anchor”? ;-)

Now, this is where you need a bed (if at all possible) or carpeted floor.
After a bit of this, if you really get her tickled, her knees will buckle,
and she will fall to the floor. (Don’t let go, you caveman!) Gently fall
with her and lower her to the floor and relent just a little. Give her some
space and time to recover a bit and catch her breath. (If she doesn’t fall
to the floor/bed, see below for.)

Now, the moment of truth. If she comes back at you in any way whatsoever,
you grab her, throw her down on the bed or floor (gently, of course), but
while she’s on her back, you then climb aboard and hold her wrists down. If,
at this point, she’s still smiling and enjoying the fight, you are so in, it
’s not funny. If she loses the smile then, I don’t know. (It’s never
happened to me).

If you’re lucky, she’ll reach up with her feet to get your head. This means
you have to bring your head all the way down, almost to the point where you
are kissing her. Don’t kiss her yet though. Let the sexual tension build, a
LITTLE. Tease her. Blow in her face a bit. Hold both hands with one, and
tickle very lightly with the other. Stick your finger in her ear. Rub her
nose with yours. Here, you can even kiss her on the cheek, in a
playful/non-sexual way. It doesn’t matter! Act 10 years old. Laugh. Tell her
she’s sooooooo cute when she’s helpless. It’s fun! Just be playful, and do
NOT hurt her.

The point is to make her feel good, while increasing frustration and sexual
tension. Then, after a bit of this, change your expression to a more sexual,
serious one, (she’ll probably do the same), gaze into her eyes and bring
your face close to hers. Then, kiss her. She gave you permission 20 minutes
ago!

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Lovely New Things

July 24, 2008 at 9:50 pm (what was she thinking)

Sometimes things can become too contrived and don’t work. That is my goal here (to abandon everything and haphazardly collide into a point, a conclusion, or a tie-in). There is nothing contrived about the nonsense I type out on this site on a daily basis. However, a few things in my life have become too contrived lately. Because I love challenges, then notice that there are not necessarily rewards tipping in my favor. Then overanalyze and think of a million things I did wrong. Then go that customary fuck-it-I-don’t-care-what-anyone-thinks phase where you go all out and become a hard core sociopath. And for the grand finale, the I am empty and numb phase. I don’t deserve food. I don’t deserve attention. I don’t deserve a second glance.

If you read this frequently, it seems like I’m sad. Just know that I’m not sad. Just introspective to a flaw. I’m actually quite a cheery person with a really sick sense of humor and solid core of vanity that keeps me going from day to day. I think I’m going to zeitgeist again tomorrow after work. I never know what to wear to basically get drunk and dirty. How does one dress for such an occasion?

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International Buzz and Knock

July 23, 2008 at 6:57 pm (visuals, what was she thinking)

Everyone who has known me for more than a day should probably know how deeply I was and still am obsessed with Jeff Buckley.  And then it branched off into an obsession with Sufism.  And a solid connection to Rumi.  Giving birth to about a million little baby obsessions.  Anyway, I just revisited his Live A L’Olympia and Songs to No One and I almost cried.  I am totally serious.  The first song that grips me is his version of a song from Edith Piaf’s Hymne a L’Amour mixed with his Dream Brother and maybe some other things that my head is too numb to decipher.  This song makes me feel like I’m an alien/robot who is falling in love and dying at the same time while being carried on some orgasm-inducing cloud.  This is the kind of song that you can’t help but listen to every second of and get violently pissed when someone tries to tell you a stupid story in the middle of it.  

And then . . . the version of What Will You Say performed as a duet with Azerbaijani Mugham singer Alim Qasimov.  This song feels like the ultimate confrontation that you’ve always wanted, followed by the ultimate release as a result.  Tears and guts falling all over the place, that satisfied burn in the pit of your stomach, then falling asleep and feeling safe because it is over.  It sounds dramatic.  But it’s real.  At least to me.  Both songs make my body ache all over.

Here is a fun Buckley Nusrat (Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, that is) cover that I have never heard, but just found.

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A picture without a frame

July 22, 2008 at 6:28 pm (visuals, what was she thinking)

Why do I feel like I am perpetually making up time?  Because I am!  I just want to play. 

I think the summer season induces mania.  Although mania can make you feel frozen.  I’m not sure if that makes any sense.  Like nothing is ever stimulating enough, so why bother.  You have to go to extremes to get the same feelings.  Maybe that is how some people feel about money and success.  They can’t get enough, even when they are rolling around in it, getting all dirty.  I feel that way about some things right now that shall-not-be-named.  Things that shouldn’t be considered quite as messy if they are done right.

Tick-tock, I’m watching the clock.  Ten more minutes.  My fingers want to type more, but they are stuck in electrostatic muck. 

Did you know that the female seahorse impregnates the male seahorse and he then carries the young to term?

It’s time for me to go.

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Sinking in the blue

July 21, 2008 at 9:29 pm (what was she thinking)

I toiled and turned in some final bookmark images tonight.  Wish me luck!  Then I spoiled some weird asian noodle dish, so now I am watching bollywood videos and am going to eat carrot cake.  So.  Very.  Tired.

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come on, let’s go, i said i am driving and i am driving, it’s true, i’ve got something for you

July 21, 2008 at 4:27 pm (what was she thinking)

Things never happen when you want them to.  And sometimes they happen, but not the way you want.  But eventually something happens.  I’m waiting for something.  Anything.

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