Week 1, Day 6

Through some magical luck, I missed the first two big snow falls in NYC this year. Today, it looks like I may be out of luck. I don't know how much snow we are supposed to get together, but it looks like a good amount from my living room window. I guess it's about time though, I can only hide from it for so long. Snow in NYC is always beautiful, for the first ten minutes. Quickly, the snow melts and starts to fill the streets and gutters, making it impossible to walk a block without stepping into a freezing puddle. This year I sucked it up and bought ugly snow boots, even though I'm sure they look dorky as Hell.

Slowly, as I've become more of an adult, I've noticed myself doing more practical things, simply because they make sense. Ugly snow boots as one, but also thinking things about possibly getting hurt and how would someone else feels. When in Michigan this past Christmas I decided that I wanted to try snowboarding, I've skied for years, but never been on a snowboard. I talked my brother-in-law to go with me and on the first time down the hill we both probably fell more times either of us thought humanly possible. By the time I reached the bottom of the hill, all I think I was, "I don't have health insurance". I continued to snowboard anyways, I'm not one to usually give in. By the end of the day I had gotten much better and even made it down the hill without falling. At one point though, I did run into a girl and knock her off of her skies... it was rather awkward.

Morning Pages

Yup- did 'em. I wrote a letter to God. I'm not sure why, but for me it just feels more real to write something down then it does to just think/pray it. I'm not really sure what the difference between actual prayer and thinking something out to God is. Maybe it is one in the same? But, I enjoy writing, and I doubt he minds a letter. Everyone enjoys to get mail, right?

I have today and tomorrow to get my artist's date in and my final task: DO NOTHING. I am supposed to put on some light music, sit back and DO NOTHING for 15 minutes, allow my head to get lost and go wherever it would like to go. Simple enough.

This song came on my iPhone yesterday, and it's been a long time. So, enjoy.



the butter melts out of habit
the toast isn't even warm
the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
play out a scene they've played
so many times before
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning
from a bar on the east side of town
and the coffee is just water dressed in brown
beautiful but boring
he visited me yesterday
he noticed my fingers
and asked me if I would play
I didn't really care a lot
but I couldn't think of a reason why not
I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay
my thighs have been involved in many accidents
and now I can't get insured
and I don't need to be lured by you
my cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
and now you don't have to ask
because you know how I feel
you know how I feel

art is why I get up in the morning
but my definition ends there
and it doesn't seem fair
that I'm living for something I can't even define
there you are right there
in the meantime

I don't want to play for you anymore
show me what you can do
tell me what are you here for
I want my old friends
I want my old face
I want my old mind
fuck this time and place

the butter melts out of habit
you know, the toast isn't even warm