on boats and things

a friend of mine owns a boat and concurrently is converting another boat 

(a huge steamboat from the 1940's) into a recording space/ radio station.

yo

beauty is universal

across soundwaves

or telephone wires

re ^ so ^ nate

unusual

I get bored at times.

Don't we all? 

The writer Haruki Murakami's telling quote: 

"I never get bored,"

makes me think 

is ennui

opposite of 
action?

In my own life, in-action has never been a good thing. 

especially on a day when I feel alright, nothing is 'wrong'-

By 'wrong,' I mean not getting enough sleep, for example, or the feeling you have after having a terrible fight with a friend
- no- 
on a regular day  

this dull feeling that nothing you do matters to anyone

the b-word creeps in

a fine mist, 
tar-black night

Maybe it has something to do with being indecisive- seriously, I'm the worst when it comes to mundane decisions- well, besides an old college friend of mine (a male doppelganger perhaps) Christopher. 

In college, I recall driving around for hours on end, destinationless, 

occasionally asking one another, 'What to do?', all the while giggling at the absurdity of the question itself. 

A or B? 

Sometimes what I want is someone telling me what my next move should be, my personal work Irish deadline setter. 

Dance helps-- dancing around with reckless abandon, usually alone in my apartment. And it makes sense that when the lines are blurred in my mind, that the thing which is the most fulfilling, regardless of its worth, is always 

the right thing to do.

void

“It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out of the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could Laika possibly be looking at?”

-Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

underground

"I think I can remember. Give me a second?”

I could tell you a lot more about The Girl With No Name if I had the time. Suffice to say, we were 

close friends.  I’m tempted to say best friends, but that's tricky since I still don’t know her name. 

Thing is she doesn’t know her name either; she forgot it, along with “a bunch of other trivial stuff."

simple thing, heart in motion

handing me a knife to chop zucchini 

lights glittering over salty dogs

sitting on

a 

cajón

days I dance 

happiest!

really.

capable 

yet

 questioning

 why else would we be here?

summer-ness

It's summer y'all!

AND. . .

 -if I may say- 

an exceptional summer it's been!

a respite from rain
a few lovely months 

t-shirts and shorts 

(tank tops and tattoos)

outside the city. . .

the Oregon Coast 

a retreat:  the Columbia gorge

in the city

a plethora of p's!

pie

 painted toenails

 pools (and squirtguns)

parks

portugal. the man 

at

pet-aid

Portland. . .

OH!

you do summer right.