call•me•jonah

how beautiful it is to see people gather to pray for a friend.
i'm moved by the strength of compassion.

Chicago was wonderful.
Many thanks to our gracious hosts. You guys are awesome.

I really liked Chicago. Maybe i'll go back someday. For longer.

Sigur Ros was was... how do you say... a mesmerizing flood of sonic angel breath.

And Cara you are awesome. Period. I'd rather drive 15 hours with you than be eaten alive by rabid toothless chimpanzees. much rather. no joke.

(Pictures pending)

CHICAGO. Be back saturday.

Good day oh my brothers.

Buy this album now! I command you thus.

My... if sunsets were choirboys.

They might sound like Sigur Ros.


Last night I made enough money to buy this album, and pay my one dollar library fee and I still had a dollar left over. However, tonight was a different story. I swear the most interesting people wander the streets downtown. Met the Party King tonight. The party king was dressed in a tshirt and jeans, tennis shoes and black shades. He showed us a few moves, "Hey guys remember me? I'm tha.... party king!" Then he asked for fifty cents. To which Ian replied "can't while we're working," then the party king said "you could if you wanted to, you could if you really loved me, that's alright the party king still loves y'all" then he hugged me. It was a tender moment for all of us.
This other guy, a short fellow with a gimpy walk, just couldn't get over how fast I ran. "I betcha if ya ran a 200 meter race you'd win. By golly you were faster than a, than a, than a, jackrabbit that's what I said. By golly you're faster than a road runner." He was all smiles. Dirty teeth, but all smiles.

Hey tomorrow I'll be gone.

Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

-Pink Floyd

/Howard was in town so Jay threw a party. Funk music drowned Kill Bill in groove. I sunk into a revolving black arm chair and sipped a beer slowly. Gray amorphous flowers bloomed from cigarette butts. A garden of smoke growing from lips. All the gardeners drenched in the fragrance of their breath. And I too, sipping slowly because I can scarcely stomach the taste. Naively the bear cub tests the trap, presses his paw to the steel teeth, a prick is allures before the metal jaw tastes blood. The temptress need not be beautiful so much as exotic. A promise for the pilgrim. And Uma Thurman painted walls with blood. Sprayed like sprinklers in the lawn. Her lips moved but masked in funk. Revenge, I knew she said. The blunting hum of voices imperceptible. One mass of sound, like a hive of bees. Don't let cognition kick in, just rest in the sound. Like a wise Buddha resting amid the chaos, not I, but the bong on the coffee table. A circle evolves around a pipe, pass around. I'm not in the mood to cough my lungs up tonight. I'm no good at smoking or mingling now. Droov was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt./

This new blog represents a new life to me. I've graduated from xanga and its badgrammarskillz and moved on to a bigger better blog. A real blog, for real bloggers, with real things to say. Because i have real things to say. This blog represents to me in alphabetical order: atonement, blessings, cult status, dogs, effervescence, fruition, godmode, happiness, infinite gladness, jubilee, killerbees, lollipops, malnutrition, nothingness, opulence, persistence, quasi neptune, resistânce, sheen, trapezes, up up and away, victory, winged glory, (post)xanga, youth eternal, zebras.

Suddenly i have things to do. And i've been doing things. Projects and things. But not what i have due tomorrow. Mockups. For my package design class. So...
Ideas?

If you're on the throne at the digs be sure to reach behind your head and read some Zen. I realized it had been a while since i had read some Zen and that there was nothing to read in el baño. So i remedied both at once. Be sure to thank me when you attain enlightenment.

Speaking of enlightenment. I still have not received the new SIGUR ROS which you want to buy for me. (pronounced see-er rose, say the rose real fast, don't judge me it says so on the website. silent g that's right). Oh something you should know. I'm driving to Chicago with Cara to see them live. In Chicago. I won't tell you where i live, but from Fort Worth that's a 15 hour drive. Oh and my car doesn't have AC as of last week. Oh, Cara my car won't have AC. I'm sorry. But i don't have $850 to fix the compressor right now..... BREAKING NEWS! HOLD THE PRESSES! My parents are going to let us take their Honda. Glorious!

Here I will post the thoughts and happenings in the life of Nathan Sharp. They are of utmost importance. Read carefully.