future tense

Romans 8:24, 25

I am not what I am but who I am.

I Am is, so too who I am is;

But also is not:

all here

or right now

or done.

But when I Am

is who I am

I am

grateful

hopeful

inspired.

And until I am who I am

I am

Will Be.

Don’t Water Too Much

this photo courtesy of that time we tried to make ted fat

This post is dedicated to Ted Teddy Theo Theodore Didday:  my treeclimbing, John Mayer p’wning, Autotuning, making Songs For Youing, Scoots Mcgootsing, licorice-eating, Kenny G Christmas music in Maying, pokerfacing, sushi rolling, Lion Kinging, salmon-worshipping ( ;p ), bringing mutton-chops backing, Schni schna schnapping, Phishing, It’s Always Sunnying, hula-hooping, dumpster divingest roomie.

As you may (probably not) know, I’m moving off Pennsylvania Ave and out of my apartment when I leave for the East Coast in a few weeks. Hence, Ted and I will be roommates in spirit only–which saddens me.

Ted, *ladies* is awesome. Also, Theo’s rediculously talented in the musical arena, like some kind of instrumental gladiator, with less blood and more ukulele. That’s awesome², for the mathematically challenged among us. He has a website/amazing service called Songs Made For You (SMFY–”Smiffy”, for short). Check that out and order yoself up a song! You absolutely will not be disappointed. Make sure you order something both T-Payne inspired and incorporating a harpsichord–then sit back and have your  mind blown.

Here was supposed to be a link to a song he wrote me one day, just cause he’s awesome (did I mention that? I feel like I did…) but the link won’t work. It was called Don’t Water Too Much and in it he gave the musical bird to a guy that foolishly broke my heart. Pssht.

Oh! and his band, Libros En Fuego, is awesome. So, awesome³ (when I said the mathematically challenged among us I meant…me.) If you’re in the mid-Cal region, you like jazz mixed with funk mixed with jellyfish costumes and possibly a teensy bit o’ Luther Vandross, and you enjoy seeing a bunch of rediculously talented people kill it onstage–check out one of their shows coming up soon….HERE!

Tedrick's banda

Anywho, Ted is awesome, annnnnd I miss him, annnnnd if you are a hot single lady, robot, or lady robot you should look him up in Santa Cruz and go support his band and buy a song and ask him to take you dumpster diving on the back of his scooter.

You’ll love it, or your money back!

hit & amiss

 

eyes like that

you nearly did it, boy

42 minute tour

this scar, here, your elbow

the little one on your knee-

but you jumped the gun, alright

trying too hard in the

soft rain you aimed for lips

busy smiling silent questions, saying

‘what are you made of?’

and ‘I can sing

but can you play?’

and last but not least,

‘how far, how long,

how high?’

and ‘oh, I see’.

and so,

I turned my head.

Even on a day without the sun

 

 

 

 

Under a heavy liquid smoke sky, uplit in neon peach from some gentler corner of the horizon, melancholy clouds the color of the asphalt stretched taut below roll and loll, doing their moody best to shrink and shrug off a molten rose gilding, which, unaffected and unconcerned, burns all the more brilliant as it drips back to the sinking sun, singing a brilliant, soaring swan song from the edge of the world before it gives over it’s day to the darkness and slips below the boundary of sight.

Everything is beautiful.

Hallefrickinlujah

I can log in again! I’ve been unable to log into my WordPress account for at least a month now. I don’t know the true reason, and thus blame my computer, but I think it has something to do with cookies. The computer kind, not the ones Andrew made me on his lunch break the other day. Mmmmm, cookies.

Focus, Anna. Sorry, I’m just so excited. Since the Great Conflict started, I’ve been unable to log into Hulu, WordPress, and occasionally Gmail. Boo on all three accounts. Facebook still worked, for some reason, (probably because it’s the Devil). Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I’ve defected from Facebook, and honestly? feels GOOD. It’s not that I hate being able to spy on exes and maintaining superficial relationships with acquaintances (and vice versa)…oh, wait, yes it is! Ok ok, so that’s FB at one end of the potential spectrum…but let’s agree that, like much of today’s popular technology, it has the potential to improve your life…or just suck up massive amounts of your time.

So, phase or new leaf? we’ll see. What are your thoughts on Facebook’s pros/cons? I’m a fence-sitter on this one, for sure. Or, if you Twitter, etc. do share what you think.