Rubis Bleu

Who has time to write?

:) I barely have had time to read let alone write.  Another year gone.... many finals, changed jobs internally (hurray), and a few spa visits when spare time allowed.  In summery:

Happy 2008!

The Non-Writer:

Ever notice how I post more vids then write on this tiny little blog?  I think I'm writing more on that other site then on here.  Or maybe I realized what a crappy writer I am in comparison to what I read.  Especially concerning the art of conversation.  How many times can you say "he said she said"... by the seashore?

Or maybe I'm just a scaredy-cat. 

Wind is pounding the trees tonight. Yesterday we had a summer storm.  I sat on my little white and blue porch and smelled the rain for a good 2 hours.

C89.5 User Vids:

Somtimes the homemade vids are better (or at least funnier.)

ElectroPOP:

Bang Bang:

C89.5

I don't know about you - but I listen to the local high school station to get my mind off the day to day grind of being an adult. Thought I would take a few moments to see how many of the songs they play have vids. (Music videos are getting odd...)

Young Folks:

Salmon Dance:

Starz In Their Eyes:

ElectroPOP:

Reading:

I've been re-reading Nora Roberts lately.  Her books have me craving Ireland. I know that Ireland isn't as romantic as her words make it seem but, dog'gonnit, I want to watch a handsome lad play a jig while drinking a pint.

Instead I'll drink a beer on my porch and watch the sun set. 

I LOVE these lazy summer days. :)

Held

When I'm held, truly held, without pretense, or selfish wants, or any outside agenda my entire center crumbles.

MS Boys:

I knew there was a reason I like MS (and not cause of all the cute boys up there on 148th.)

Found via Mr. Bains

Passed:

Final was Sunday.  4.5 hours later....

86.8%, B+, 3.3

I have passed Management Accounting.

Star Power:

C and I decided to see Shark vs Eagle at the Neptune last week for SIFF.  Of course being in the U district there are no all day parking garages so every 2 hours I had to run out and pay for parking. So 5 minutes before start of the flick I scooted out of the theater, down the hill, paid the meter as much coinage as possible and huffed back up the hill. 

Needless to say I was red-faced and sweating when I got back to the lobby and immediately went in search of water.   Seeing a pitcher of water down the hallway I started walking towards it.  The only thing in my way was tall, lengthy, sexy-looking man lounging on bench, his legs stretched out as far as they could go.  Being captivated by the good looks I missed the the fact I would have to step "over" his legs and promptly tripped instead.

Somehow I avoided a flat out fall but did not miss the opportunity to be completely humiliated by the classic "avoiding-falling-stumble."

I gathered myself as best I could, drank a Dixie-cup full of water, and went back into the theater.  Just in time to see Mr. Handsome walking up to the stage...

Yup, Danielle the Uncouth, almost fell flat on her face in front of Taika Waititi ... the director.

BTW - Movie was fantastic.

No No No:

Jazzy type of Tuesday:

Deeper:

I was talking with someone over the weekend about the difficulty I have with connecting with the mainstream of society.  Or, rather, how frustrated I become over the mundane of 'small talk.'  How I desire that deeper connection.  Maybe there is a small part of me which desires to seek out the inner being of the person across from me and and create a friendship unlike those we share with others.   

Not many are willing to let themselves be open on that level. Not many know how.  How does one keep their eyes open like a child but retain the wisdom of age?  Can you be comfortable with who you are enough to simple be, regardless of what others might think of you?  Or in the back of your head is there always a slight voice which states "I wonder what they are thinking about me?"   (I have that voice... not slight though. It is always pounding in my head like a mad drummer causing me to second guess every statement, innuendo, murmur of thought.)

The point of all this?  Merely I spent some time with someone with whom, the pounding in my head, slowly reseeded till I was comfortable enough to simply sit and be.

And because of those silent moments stories, plots, ideas are filling my mind.  Can't wait for summer...

Music:

Live version of Falling Slowly....  *soft sigh*  Does it get better then this?

Love:

When is the last time someone told you they loved you?  Where they sincere?   Was there an ulterior motive?  Did they smile and look deep in your eyes?  Were you held or did they say it quickly before hanging up the phone, like an afterthought?

When was the last time you said "I love you?"

Sunday Morning:

Work bumped up an hour... I think I'm at around 4.5 hours a night.  Sunday Mornings my only break right now...

Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning
Sunday morning

It's the same thing, back in the cold
People know people come and go it bores me
Same thing
Seems like I'm trapped in the world where the servants they serve time
Time waits on no man
So when people fall like me
I cant wait

Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning
Sunday morning

Walking down blocks
Pictures don't stop
Pictures inside my dome
This is not me
I'm just afraid to be here all alone
Hurry up, wait
Quit it don't stop
I'm drowning in the self
This is not me
Where is my revolution, but

If you want to own me
I am not concerned
If you follow me
I know that I can learn
You might be the greatest thing I've ever seen
All I know is music
All, All I've ever known

Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning
Sunday morning - K-OS

Freedom:

Ever notice that which we desire the most is what we put off the longest?  Writing releases a powerful freedom within me.  Yet, my journal sits empty save a few scribbles of random thoughts with no story.

To spend my days alone free to create whatever I desire.