the gist of things |
i received a letter this week in which a dear friend penned the words, "if my choreographies could be translated into words, i would just speak. my movement is true to itself, it isn't trying to be so...
Posted by a mandolin on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 04:54:00 PST |
from amanda’s headphones |
david sedaris has a short called "plague of tics" that is maybe one of the funniest things i have ever read. it’s full of the rediculous antics of a boy with obsessive compulsive disor...
Posted by a mandolin on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 10:07:00 PST |
happenstance |
nil is worse than a rock-and-a-hard place decision. cookies crumble as they may, everything might still well be miserable. somethings and nothings and being so concious of wasted time. it makes m...
Posted by a mandolin on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 11:45:00 PST |
this took longer than it should |
here is a survey, answered in photobucket.
1. what is your first name?
2. what is your favorite food?
3. where did you go to school?
4. what's your relationship status?
5. what is your favorite c...
Posted by a mandolin on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 11:39:00 PST |
the details for saturdays party |
hey suckers, here's the answer to every question posed thus far about saturday.
i will be at Crosstown Station at15th and McGee( yes, it opened this month, and that's why you've never heard of i...
Posted by a mandolin on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 12:20:00 PST |
my mind wont stop humming |
i've been left to my own devices for too long, and i have retreated fully into the life of a reclusive night owl. up till five, sleep til noon, always shuffling about the house in my robe an...
Posted by a mandolin on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 12:10:00 PST |
a question posed or the year of amanda, a deux |
it's shameful the way people can talk to one another so callously. the ease with which another's feelings are disregarded, or even worse, effortlessly overlooked is disturbing. gossip, hearsay, libel,...
Posted by a mandolin on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:32:00 PST |
i am hopelessly in love with this man. |
Inside, there is the sound of his heartbeat in each progression of chords; the sound of an unending love, full of passion and dedication in its slow, steady monotony and mumbled chides to uncooperativ...
Posted by a mandolin on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 12:17:00 PST |
the best thing i ever got for christmas |
we soaked in warm, spiced water, sweetening our skin though steam and osmosis by candle light in a false heat wave
the air was thick, scented with vanilla, jasmine, mandarin blossoms, and his words hu...
Posted by a mandolin on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 05:55:00 PST |
no couch needed, thank you. |
i've had this nightmare for three nights now.
Jamie is Monty Hall and i am dressed as this giant hand, like muppet sort of costume looking at him, and his microphone with panic. somewhe...
Posted by a mandolin on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 11:33:00 PST |
