Sunday, January 25, 2009


I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.

- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.

I finished reading Lolita two weeks ago and this passage is still in my head.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Thursday, January 22, 2009


french is way too fucking hard.
so many tenses to memorize. so many endings. presentpassecomposeimparfaitconditionelfuturplusqueparfaitfuturanterierconditi

and why do words have to have a sex?
car is feminine, bed is masculine, music is feminine, kitten is masculine.

quoi. je m'en fous.

i hate irregular verbs.

je t'aime is an awesome phrase though.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Just chillin in some bubble tea shop.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

star wars.

I had a weird dream last night. I was being tortured by people because I haven't watched the old Star Wars movies yet. Chewbacca was there. I'm guessing it's a sign that I should watch them soon. But I want to watch them all on the same day in a row, which might be a problem.

And it snowed again. Dunno if I should be glad.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

triple haiku: moosik

he stared at the crowd.
nervous, the first chord was struck.
and so it began.

everyone was wrapped
in the blanket of music
enjoying the life.

the last chord echoed.
shouts of encore had faded
and so it ended.

haiku: the man.

echoing click clacks.
the dress shoes resonate as
he strolls through my brain.

haiku: piano.

the fragile fingers
delicately dancing on
the black and white field.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


record a song.
be more talkative in real life.
read at least 6 of the books on my to-read list.
post at least one piano video on youtube.
watch at least 65% of the films on the IMDb top 250 list.
film and edit a card video.
write many more poems.
watch more movies than him.
talk to her more.
ask her out.
create an internet meme.
develop a better sense of dress.
go to an Okkervil River show.


Thursday, January 1, 2009

new years

as i walked around outside
the streets deserted. covered with snow.
i heard a YAY at exactly twelve.
then popping. everywhere.
i'm happy that i wore a comfy coat.