Archive for December, 2009


December 30, 2009

i recently purchased an ASUS Intel Atom netbook from BestBuy. their shipping is ridiculous, i suggest that if you are going to buy a netbook online it should have free shipping. i got this to work on at my college in between classes, i really did not want a laptop because even now i use my computer as an enormous  non-portable ipod. my brother helped me pick this out and he is a huge techie so i trust him. and honestly if you’re looking at netbooks, notebooks or laptops i suggest you look at ones that have been refurbished [wow. i couldn’t remember that word for half an hour i swear] and NOT a used one because i promise you they all will have the same tag line of “Used-Like New” and for the comments it will go something along the lines of “got a new computer” “i just don’t use it much anymore” “it was a gift i don’t use” but the truth is you have no idea what’s going to be on the hard drive and you could just be buying yourself a clusterfuck of trouble.

*we did compare a lot of different items from,,, and even [small note: is a site for people more into technology and who want quality stuff but actually know what they are looking for; that being said it is very easy to use and you most likely will not [i can’t just say “will not” because that could be liable :/ sorry, but you know what i mean] screwed over like with some site where people are allowed to use brand name and you have no idea what you’ll actually be getting.]

what i bought (online): Asus-Eee PC Netbook with Intel® Atom Processor-Midnight Blue-1005HAB-RBLU001S

cost (including tax and shipping): $333.29

its sale price: $299.99


Langston Hughes&&E.E. Cummings

December 30, 2009

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

-Langston Hughes

[an excerpt]

ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,

skilled in quick softness. Unspontaneous. cute.

the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,

Kitty. a whore. Sixteen
                                    you corking brute
amused from time to time by clever drolls
fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower.
The babybreasted broad “kitty” twice eight

–beer nothing, the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour–

whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.

-E.E. Cummings


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric furr, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

-E.E. Cummings



Bubblegum Ballerina

December 30, 2009


i came across this picture and loved it. i used to play with my hula hoop all the time, those were quite possibly the greatest things ever. i love tutus now, and i don’t know what started this but i think they’re so pretty even though they are impractical to wear in public. i want to make a tutu, a real one, not those ones where you just take the fabric and knot it around a ring of elastic.

rap and techno songs

December 29, 2009

it’s censored, which is terribly annoying i know; it negates the art but what are you going to do? i remembered this song from when i watch “The Carter”, a documentary on the character of Lil Wayne. i really needed to remember this song.

this came on at my work and was stuck in my head and i finally found this version. an earlier version is by the Cutting Crew, i’m not sure if they were the orginal artists though

A Wicker Basket By: Robert Creeley

December 26, 2009
Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter—
Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor’s,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes—
So that’s you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know—
Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz—
And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we’re gone.
She turns me on—
There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it—
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket.
my best friend told me about this poem and she loves it;  then i read it and now i love it too.

UNKLE- Heavy Drug

December 25, 2009

i adore this video, the music seems to go with and against what’s going on.

first post

December 25, 2009

i’m new at this and i don’t know what i’m doing.  i tried making a website but while looking around i decided i should start out with a blog, it’s easier you know? and is for really quick posts, and i don’t have a smartphone so i can’t really do anything with twitter. the whole idea of twitter is creepy to me anyways. hopefully later on i will post music and pictures; i know i’ll end up posting random thoughts of mine as well, sorry in advance. this will get better, i promise!