Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I read this one morning while riding the subway.

Now the problem of love concerned him, mainly because he did not consider it a problem. Nevertheless, he was conscious of being unloved. This knowledge was like an extra heart beating inside him. But there was no one. Anna, perhaps. Did Anna love him? "Oh," said Anna, "when was anything ever what it seemed to be? Now it's a tadpole, now it's a frog. It looks like gold but you put it on your finger and it leaves a green ring. Take my second husband: he looked like a nice guy, and turned out to be just another heel. Look around this very room: why, you couldn't burn incense in that fireplace, and those mirrors, they give space, they tell a lie. Nothing, Walter, is ever what it seems to be. Christmas trees are cellophane, and snow is only soap chips. Flying around inside us is something called the Soul, and when you die you're never dead; yes, and when we're alive we're never alive. And so you want to know if I love you? Don't be dumb, Walter, we're not even friends...."

Excerpt from "Shut a Final Door" by Truman Capote

I don't know why I'm such a sucker for Capote's short stories.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

A New Groove

Sorry for not updating for quite sometime. I've been trying to think of something to blog about but alas, nothing! Thank goodness it's March and I finally figured out a Disco jam to post. This song makes me want to dance sexy. If anyone sees this 12", it's MINE!


BTW, I love, love, love the different colored checkered jackets Omni members are sporting. And WTF is up with the thumbs up?