Archive for May, 2006

• 05.16.06 In place of the posts that i want to publish, another wine example of wine affected prose. posted in The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  he plays cello, very well…. we will meet again won… one day,
  sparks will fly harmony will be reached, the love hate relationship that i have tried to express in previous rants will reach itS height… the two will have something a mark in the sand in which to start asking the questions that might affect their relative futures, their perseptions of each other and how they reached that point in which they enjoyed each others company soo much. What started as tension and conflict pushing and pulling the others reactions in the subtle way…as lover or nemesis the emotional yield is the same. … . .. .
  at this point the words that come to my fingers are not those that lend themselves to the narrative, or characters i am trying to paint. they are things left over from an older version. i beleive in evolutionary terms it is a vestigial trait something from the past the once had meaning to show us where we came from, but now in the modern dance of society… or even smaller relationships are almost as annoying as chemical emotions.
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  the observed and fictional tails will continue but for now i think i should finish my drink.

• 05.07.06 bombay saphire?!, i just happen to be in london.. mit tonic bitte posted in The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  The purpose of the this trip was to find peace, piece?! a part of the world were the sphere of influence that my family affects can be effortlessly extented around me. A part of the globe where a good friend who once shared my experiences during our relative training at sheridan college is embarking on new adventure where his skills will finally receive the international recognition that they desirve. I sit here typing on the original 12″ powerbook, purchased during the hay days of a tokyo experience, in the company of friends. Although new allies they have given me a different perspective than that of my current providers of advice. Adding to the displacment of my east end london experience, comfortably sitting in a lovely flat watching vintage videos… coercing me to remember my first introductions to music, the rolling stones, beatles and elvis. Aaah how memphis portrayed by James Jarmusch and the classic profile of Masatoshi Nagase is really burned into my mind. Just like down by law, Jarmusch’s films are always filled with idealistic frames that are burned in my memory and will surly influence future drawings………. tomorrow morning i will be attending a breakfast at the “naked chef’s” restaurent >fifteen< maybe i will get to meet the british super star of cuisine,… *sigh* next time “bartender bring more wine”