the stars have turned to stone

It's been a long time since I came home at 5am, singing along with the radio to songs that came out when I was twenty two and reckless in all ways. It's kind of nice, to feel young and wild and foolish.

Children of Men was like being hit in the face with a car battery - brutal, swift, agonizing. It is an amazing film. It is something we should all watch. I'll save my quibbles for later, because they are minor things. The seven minute unbroken shot is incredible and visceral. See this movie. Go. Now.

I have Hello Kitty Band Aids on my fingers and toes, and I need to wash out the coffee pot because I'm going to need it in four hours.

she moves and it's fire

My beautiful Texas sky is a grey blank, chilly and clouded over. Time just stands still beneath it and nothing moves. I cleaned up the living room this morning and took down my tree, dry and crackling. I wrapped my lamp in the green lights and arranged the blue & white ones over the wall beside my bed. Now some light will turn on when I hit the switch by the door. My room is full of soft tinted light.

Yesterday I downloaded a bunch of Remy Zero while I waited for my hair to dry. This band is good, especially This Golden Hum. I would listen to that over and over on my discman while riding the trams in Brno. I know at least one time I started singing along to a song without realizing it. I've always loved the line "anywhere with you I knew I was home." I remember saying that to someone I loved, a very long time ago. I would run around in the afternoons listening to "Impossibility" over and over, or "Over the Rails and Hollywood High." I listened to this album, This Desert Life from the Counting Crows and the soundtrack to Singles almost obsessively.

I slept all afternoon, and dreamed strange dreams of packing too many things out of empty houses. My right leg aches for some reason and I think I twisted my ankle a little. That i'm going to blame on wearing my Prague hooker shoes. Damn but I love those things so much. They make me at least five foot six and cost me ten dollars somewhere in Prague on a summer afternoon.

Soon I should hop in the shower. My feet are cold and I could stand to be a little cleaner or at least nicer smelling. Tonight I'm going out, downtown even. Adventurous. Which means I should figure out exactly where I'm going, as my sense of direction is so poor that I'm lucky to find my way home every day.