getting high on the air

it makes me happy to see that, with all the crap i go through everyday, a book still manages to turn my world upside down.

it's the right book in a wrong world. makes me want to take of forever--for good. that's the whole point of it maybe--but you envy the road, you envy to journey, you envy the delirium and the illısions and the madness. you taste morrison there somewhere--god knows why. you realize the sweetness of people--almost cry when the little mexican girl gets the wristwatch. humanity comes to mind. layers of opinions melt away. all you want is to be in the desert, in a far away land, in the end of the world--the peace it would bring, how the joy would make you pass out.

then it makes you cry. you cry because you don't want to leave Dean around the corner on an unfaithful, unfamiliar, unsincere New York night. and you cry even more--cause you haven't even found him yet.

the road goes on and on in your head. that's the beauty of it, right?

details!

almost forgot this--been meaning to post this on here for a while now. makes my day on a regular basis. you can almost hear the rain song in the back.




this also is pretty funny and damn cute...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olP-XGJfYUE&feature=related

scatter plot

so the world is literally in the palm of our hands now. funny how connected we all are. a day, that's all it takes. it was amusing to realize that.

one final's down, 8978 to go.

have to finish up a damn book today--the worst thing is that it's a lecture book, if it wasn't, i could have given it its worth.

can't you see that i am not...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PECk9A-07Pw


that smile right there gives you the feeling that you have wasted your life chasing all the wrong things.

sailing

i desire having someone far away.

someone to write, write and write to.

on the road with kerouac

so..whatever hope i had for studying for the finals goes down the drain. all i could do for the past few days is to read on the road then think about on the road and then write some crappy version of my on the road. very fertile time period to go on to an all-beat-poet mood, but not exactly functional. spent three days doing nothing but thinking, and reading, and listening. in an odd way, never been happier in weeks. in another, never been more stressed out.

have a few miles davis-s and a few billie holiday-s on my playlist. i think it's time to give the blues and the jazz a shot. we'll see how it goes.

an american prayer is on the menu too. time to dwell into that pretty head of his.

like i said, much thinking on my end--just not on what i should be thinking on.

overall

too late. i'm doing the sportfest thing. bummer.


nailed an interview today for the project which took a weight off of my shoulders, i was beginning to worry but that's been handled.

have to decide what to wear tomorrow, and what to pack too. i'll be crashing over at a friend's house after her birthday. friday's gonna be a pain. i have class at 10. looks like i'll just crawl to school in the morning. but i will try not to get too wasted. no need to cause a scene right?


have to stop by the bookstore in istiklal. see if they have whitman (yeah it's time i have my own copy) or On the Road.


the fact that you see ginsberg at the end of dylan's video might have just made my week. how awesome--discovering a buried treasure.

bummer again--won't be able to see When The Levee Breaks till friday night.


have to run now. will let you know how it all turned out. till then, enjoy:

shuffle

ok first off, the mosquito appearently hadn't gotten away. i discovered the corpse this morning on the floor, my killer newspaper offense came through.

second off, shit load of stuff awaits for me this week.

third, wintertime love makes me cry. every time.

fourth, god bless robert plant.

fifth, this is gonna be one painful week.

sixth, i'm not sure i wanna be a guide in the sportsfest thingy.

yada yada yada....

uhm

this night could have been a total waste but i'm really liking this stone foxes record. and i was chasing a bug--one of those goddamn ginormous mosquitos but the SOB got away and i think it bit me. i'm itching like hell. anyways, back to the stone foxes. i had a bunch of bs i wanted to talk about but don't feel up to it now.

so long.