Posts Tagged ‘vacation’
Ah it’s Saturday. After a long friday night, sometimes you have that, I’m-happy-to-be-alive-Saturday, I guess because you feel half dead. Dotunuki is back in Los Angeles. After walking the Rues of Paris and streets of London it’s a bit different to be pounding the streets of LA once more. Our transit system here just seems a step behind most big cities. You’re supposed to have a car in LA. I have no idea how I’ll impress anyone here now, I don’t even have my bike. Really the biggest problem with the Los Angeles Municipal Transit situation is not coverage but frequency. Like, you can only get so much done on the bus here. It’s the waiting that sucks the life out of you. Kinda like how you can feel exhausted at that job where you just stare at the computer screen all day and surf the net. You know, the job where your computer announces, “You have reached the end of the internet!” And you still have like 4hours left before quitting time.
But I’m reacquainting myself with the sumptuous veg-outs that are only possible in America. Dotunuki really likes TV, and that’s not an easy admission. You’re not supposed to like TV, you’re just supposed to have one, watch a couple of shows, you know, sitting in front of the TV for hours has negative connotations. But let me tell you, Dotunuki can watch some TV, especially those days where a good marathon is on, followed by a good movie, maybe a football match. Maybe a break in the action to play some PS3 or something. A day where shit was planned but shit was not accomplished. There’s considerable guilt but it doesn’t outweigh the sheer warm and comfy goodness of blanket, couch, and TV marathon.
It’s not all bad. The Veg-Out Sessions fuel my creative ventures, they are the bedrock. The sort of silence of the mind that you get from just chilling; attracts the most wonderful ideas. Very big, fluffy, colorful ideas and when you snatch one out of there and try to bring it to fruition, well, it doesn’t necessarily come out like you imagined but its solid and can be worked into a satisfactory iteration of your imagination.
I initially tried to force myself to do some creative things whilst in Paris. Kinda reassuring myself, I’m an artist. I mean, you can’t really prove you’re an artist. Finally I realized that I should just soak it in. The experience is too rich, to valuable to try and force some opus out of it. As a writer I feel like one experience is wasted if it’s just written about. You have to take that experience and write 10, 20, 3 or 4 stories from it. And it comes out so naturally if you just file it away. The best sequences in my work are generated this way and, really, a great sequence ties the whole thing together. I think it was Roger Ebert who said a good movie has 3 good moments and no bad ones. But why force stuff? I don’t think its valid to do things just because, its what you’re supposed to do. A writer should write everyday, well, I create something everyday whether literature or images. And if I’m working on a story, script, novel, then I work on it everyday. I have a project orientated process. Well a project orientated life. I even need a goal for working out. I can’t just work out, everyday, just to do it. I have to be training for something, there has to be some goal, some end in sight.
Even this blog has a goal, an endgame. What that is, I’m not sure but as you look back over the years of your blog, you can see it as a whole document. It’s a super long, epic narrative of your imaginary world made real by the rearranging of events and thoughts in real time. Even this post has an end game. I haven’t written for this long in quite a few months. The cobwebs have to be shaken, the stamina built, the taste, the feel of tapping away at this keyboard. Such a familiar place, it’s home. There’s nothing like pouring yourself into the keyboard and out onto the screen. Listening to your inner voice narrate your words.
Well, I’ve said enough for now. I’m hoping for a good run of blogging for the next few months. Who knows.
Eff it! This is “Future is Now” Month. Higgs Boson, satellite leaving the solar system and now China has sent a probe with the best images of the moon ever. And if you thought it was just rocks and craters. Get your mind ready to be blown.
Chapter Two: Stranger Danger
The aisle was pretty tight in the section that Kana was staying in. The budget section. And it was also a bit stuffy, read funky. Most of the doors were open, not like hers, which remained closed but then she was only holding down the fort with an AI living out of a handheld Multidev. Most of the compartments seemed overstuffed with people, almost like folks stowed away in the luggage or something.
Kana thought it might be rude to stare so she tried to keep her eyes forward as she walked through the aisle but this turned out to be a bad idea as she tripped on someone’s huge bag and nearly busted her face on the floor but caught herself in a push up position. Points for fitness.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just trying to get some stuff out of this bag, so I could make it fit better,” a voice from above and behind Kana said. Kana hopped to her feet like a soul surfer on a freshly waxed board. Then turned to face the voice. “These cabins are so— oh, hello,” the voice belonged to a guy, roughly Kana’s age or possibly a bit older.
Kana only wondered for a millisecond, why the boy was hesitating, then she remembered, ‘I’ve got boobs and pony tails, he knows I’m a girl and now he’s got a look at my face. Shit! Brace for impact.’
Buffalo Girls, Go Round the Outside
“I have the search results you asked for, I made sure to use the safe function and only have results that will offer no danger from hackers or virus. Only sites that have the best security and updated certificates,” Mickey explained to Kana. Kana sat holding the Multidev in her hands maintaining a serene expression. It was an expression that she had been practicing ever since she moved into her compartment on board the TransOtrak.
Mickey could see Kana’s expressions through the camera embedded in the device. A multidime camera at that. This expression said, ‘I am pleased with everything you do; I am not upset; I do not want to throw you out of the window and into the ocean. I do not want to punt you down the aisle and see how many bounces you take before you break into pieces.
“Well, okay, Mickey, how many results is that?”
“There were no safe results, Kana.”
“Hmpf…,” is what Kana emitted from her serene expression.
“Kana, I sense elevated levels in your blood pressure, have you recently eaten something high in sodium?”
“No, I’m fine, Mickey. Mickey, how can there be no results? Or, maybe what I’m asking is, why didn’t you just say there were no results?”
Haha, Im grinning fro, ear to ear. Im not on an American keyboard so Im a bit handicap plus this joint charges by the minute BUT Im gonna fight thru! Thank you, Catbird365, that you would think of me warms my heart.
10 things about me:
1 I practice cartomancy, reading fortunes with playing cards and have made a believer out of more than a few.
2 I sold my car and bought a beautiful bike
3 My previous bike I built at the bicycle kitchen in LA: shout out!
4 I left everything and moved to Paris: thus the keyboard thing
5 I speak some japanese but not much french
6 I study Muay Thai at the Yard Los Angeles: just enuff to be dangerous
7 Chili, the dish, is my hero.
8 My blog deadorooney/dotunuki is based on Neuromancer by William Gibson, my favorite author
9 My favorite movie is Samurai Reincarnation
10 I love Onitzuka Tiger, Tai Chi shoes… so, so much
10 cool blogs:
I dont know if I did this right, lemme know? Ill be back next week!
Well better to have had wifi and lost it than to have never had it at all. Looks like I ll be down til next ,onth so I wont be able to read all the cool blogs I follow or post on mine. Dotunuki is bummed but I will return. Im 2 chapters deep into Joy Buzzer though and I hope u enjoy. See you next month.
So now I meet myself by the Riverside
Where he patiently awaits my arrival
Me, that is by the Riverside, already knows what I will say
And he wants to show me something on the other side of the River
But I AM too excited. I must tell all that I have learned
And Me, that is by the Riverside, is full of Love and Patience, so he listens
For after all, it is a good story. And ME, that is by the Riverside, asks,
“So Who Shall Be Your Mate?”
And I say, To live with another is a great challenge, For we are all foul beasts
Who wound one another and feed off of our discontent
We are all guilty of these crimes when we become familiar, C’est Veritae
“So would you tarry alone?” Asks ME, that is by the Riverside
No, I would not But I AM never alone For you have always kept me company
And I was most Lonesome when I was with ONE
with whom I could not communicate how I felt inside
Or from whom MY wings, I must hide
“So what then?” Asks Me, that sits by the Riverside
Well, I would have the ONE that I want and not settle for the one that I can have
“But why is this so?”
For I will suffer the same fate
The same disappointments
The same betrayal
the same Pain
So I needs find the one in whom I willingly face these torments So that I may be by their side
And a smile passed over the face of ME, by the Riverside, And he said, “Have you not found this person yet?”
I thought I had on occasion and I did attempt
But circumstance proved me wrong of it For I was the test and I was always a choice
For each and all I met at a carrefour
And I stood on one path and Another stood on the next
“And What Was the Test?”
To follow your head or your heart
“And would you flatter yourself?”
Only because you cannot hide the truth And their feelings were plain
Which is why I was in their life, That, they could not feign
“And they chose not you? Quite a simple test”
Simple indeed but a blessing, of this, I AM sure
For it showed that they could not be with me The pressure would be too great
And they would seek to destroy themselves and me in the process
For being with me would be to bear false witness
“And your feelings for them?”
Do not change But in their wake, I cannot remain
I chose them and they choose me not I Walk On
“But you have made it here and have not found a mate.”
I have not But this is not the end It is only the Riverside
And though I meet you here I do not fear For you have been with me
Everywhere and you will travel with me as I pass through here
“Then I shall step aside, so you may behold what is on the other side.”
And it was her I saw And I could not look away
And for so long my gaze was fixed, that Me, by the Riverside, did walk away
And the current rushed And the River was deep And to cross this Fleuve would,
Thus far, be my greatest feat.
But cross I did With all the skills I had learned
And I did make it to the other berm
But further still She led my eyes
And walk on, I would, into the SunRise
And she, herself, would not stand stationary
So two steps I took for her every one she took in expansion from me
And slowly I came to gain in this pursuit that is no game
And at the end can only be betrayal, contempt and pain
But it is in that vessel in which I would deem be chained
And it may be a mistake
A grave one indeed
But only in the most dire of stakes
Do missteps show that our path be true
So I fear not a Gros error
For if she should grow hideous wings and armored scale
Breathe fire like a dragon, with eyes deep like the depths of hell
I will don armour and shield and campagne into her cave
And if everyday she tries to Flay me, Life becomes sweeter
As I survive another day
For I would risk being burned alive by one whom I desire
Than murdered in my sleep by the one with whom
I chose to retire.
Yup, the weather flirts with me. Yesterday, it was a full on sexual advance so I dived right in. The Sun the Clouds, then I looked at the Metro bridge and noticed all the trees along it. Those things are gonna turn green and then that image is going to look very insane. I’ve already been seduced by Paris and it’s freezing and everything is dead. But even if I’m walking down a grimey alley, I think to myself, “But I’m in Paris,” I get a Joker grin. It’s okay, to stare, I know I’m, by far, not the craziest dude strolling the streets of Paris, not by a long shot. But it’s my world and you would be amazed how much I enjoy it.
As I was saying, Wintry Paris is amazing, I’m not even sure I’m prepared for what’s going to happen in the spring. Let’s hope my Francais is better. Right now, it’s a classic car in the garage. I’ve got it running but I’m not ready to cruise the strip yet. By the time I finish reading Tank Girl (in French) I’ll be shining up the rims. When I finish Dumas, yeah, turtle wax. That’s what’s up. Ca Va.
Things are changing all around, so I’m changing them here. We’re going to start going by dotunuki. I’ll let you google that shit. Though Deadorooney was garnered from a very cool poem about Charlie Parker’s death, I think dotunuki is just as cool. Plus it was in Tsuba Guard and I just love that shit. Addy is the same, I’ll handle the particulars later. Not like it’ll matter cause you got this bookmarked, oui? Haha!