Tuesday, April 27, 2010

twins

have you ever had a twin you didn't want? no wait,
that came out badly. not a real sibling, but a
look-alike? a person who closely resembles you
physically AND HATE THE FACT THAT THEY DO.
*sigh* well, in this case, mini mar is 2.5 years
younger and attends the Ballet Austin Academy...
the first encounter was December:
(Michael T. Villella) - "Hey Mar, there's a girl
in the academy who looks just like you!"
(Marlys Y. Norman) - "Aw yay, is she cute?"
(MTV) - "Well she looks just like you..."
(MYN) - "Hahaha thanks, that's sweet."
little did i know, i was already acquainted with
this said-twin: mini mar was more commonly known as
BRA GIRL. --> [for those not familiar with the inner
workings of ballet, wearing a bra automatically
lowers your status to lame-o/terrible person/
abomination of all things ballet. the leotard will
provide all necessary support, and if for some
reason it does not, maybe ballet is not the
profession for you...]
to continue, this girl wears bras. and as her
bra-wearing would imply, she is one of the more
dumpy and uncoordinated of students in the Ballet
Austin Academy. *another sigh*
now michael t. villella, can i ask what about her
reminds you of me? (i hope desperately it's her
hair color)
(MTV) - "Are you kidding, she looks just like you."
(MYN) - DEATH.
--> current update: i have asked a few, possibly more
reputable, sources about the resemblance of us two
and all have denied complete twin likeness...
although all have noted similarities in face
structure and hair color.
--> update as of today: someone called me by her
name, twice.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

ode to california

"hey buddy!
diggin' it dude, DIGGIN' IT.
fo sho.... fo sho."

miniplaylist:
Jane Fonda - Mickey Avalon
Indie Rokkers - MGMT
Bad Kids - The Black Lips
Lisztomania - Phoenix
I Want You - The Beatles

you and your short, short hair. what is there to do with it? certainly not enough to run fingers through. just have to wait 4 years.

the heavy scent of your 1968 car exhaust lingers on my scarf as i wrap it loosely, inhaling; those moments, in the car. understanding your passion and ambition, still leaves me challenged, always surprised, and ever intrigued...

i am a foreign object, recently found and slowly being discovered, through means which have never before been attempted. is it working? i am blind in this process, being led by the hand as i turn back in a frenzy to consult my scant experience.
in this way, every pleasure seems like a miracle and every mistake fills in a hole that was once vacant. we are running forward at warp speed until we stop and break in slow motion.



Wednesday, April 21, 2010

the definition of fierce

natalia osipova is the definition of fierce.
observe the result of unmatched raw talent, technical ability, obscene strength, and brilliant attack to the magical art of classical ballet.

*bonus that adds 50 points to her fierceness:
-russian

Monday, April 19, 2010

SEXILE


SEXILED: past-participle of the verb sexile (originating from the mix of words sex and exile to form a cumulative, collective meaning)
1. To be banished from one's room (most often, a single-space dormitory room) so that the roommate may engage in private sexual intercourse. Generally speaking, cunninglingus, fellatio, and most forms of foreplay also constitute grounds for sexiling.

recently, much thought has gone into the process of sexiling [sexilation, if you will], just how one would come to an agreed-upon 'sexile time', the morality of such a situation, and the sexiled themselves. www.thesexiled.com seems to offer some support for sexile victims; stories, merchandise, safe sex tips... which doesn't seem too helpful for the sexiled now does it?

*other [less relevant] examples of portmanteaus (two words blended together) found in the english language include:
ebonics, jazzercise, moob, and skort.

**and while on the topic of words in the english language, let me just point out the unprecedented excellence of DICTIONARY.COM
where do i begin describing this magical feat of resources?
-not only is it a dictionary, but it is also a thesaurus, encyclopedia, AND translator
-"free tools" like confusing words and nearby words are able to make the densest of minds seem accomplished and even witty
-dictionary.com never judges a misspelled word, it merely asks "did you mean...?"
you can almost hear its soft chuckle as you click the correct word, "oh so-and-so, what a clever little jokester you are! spelling precipice incorrectly, what a laugh."


Sunday, April 18, 2010

up and about, rout, out in austin: a rainy weekend

song of the weekend:


i still can't believe it.

there was quite the ruckus as i entered the
restaurant bathroom; two kids screaming and
their mother talking loudly into the cell
phone. i paused at the door and cursed my
decision to nip off to the loo before we
left, rather than crossing my legs and
sitting out the car ride home.

*sigh*, the last stall was open and i felt
impervious once the cheap, too-short metal
door was precariously latched and i was
safely seated... until a child's head popped
out from under the divider as she lay on
the questionably-wet ricotta tiled floor.
she squirmed around to face me, looking me
straight in the eyes as i sat; caught in the
act. it was utterly compromising and an oddly
humiliating experience, as she continued to
stare throughout my time on the toilette, which
was not brief...

i had the urge to scoot her head back over
to the other side of the divider with the
side of my shoe, but somehow i don't think
that would have gone over so well.
oblivious-cell-phone-mom gave me no
recognition as i exited awkwardly to the
sinks, brow furrowed at the oddity of the
situation i had just encountered.
i have always despised the olive garden.

note: server "travis a." as printed on
the receipt, is an incredibly attentive
and diligent server.