if they tore down this place, it'd still look much better than you...

juice fasting. barely enough energy to type. last thoughts: what...was...i...thinking...?

tomorrow's agenda:
07:45:00: wake up
07:45:03: find food
07:50:00: face the day

sad part is i don't know if "check email" is going to go before "find food" or after.

this lonely street of dreams

As of today, I am on a championship-winning soccer team. There's really nothing else that needs to be said about that.

Well, that's not entirely true. As we walked to meet our opposing team for the final game this morning, flanked by my hirsute teammate Torre, cigarette hanging out of his mouth and giant jambox pumping Whitesnake on his shoulder, I think that other team knew their fate had been sealed.

if you just said that prayer and meant it

So the Arcade Fire show on Friday night was truly magnificent. They're getting all this press and being hailed as the second coming, which is of course overblown, but the fact remains that they make the kind of music that I really like: poppy, strange, sentimental. Not unlike the Decemberists and Neutral Milk Hotel. Just so happens lots of other people are hopping on my maudlin little bandwagon. Ever the bellwether, this one here. Vinny's review of the show: They're off their meds! Indeed.

So this is awesome:

my blog = http://rhymeswithmaria.blogspot.com

not my blog = http://rhymeswithmaria.blogpot.com

What's the difference? Paste "not my blog"'s URL into your browser. That really fucking made my day.

Love, love will tear us apart. Again.

Secret Arcade Fire show last night. I knew about it & was in attendance. "Who else was in the know, Malia?" you might ask. Well, some of the auspicious attendees were:

* my roommates, various & sundry SFSU friends
* the worst hip hop opening acts in history!
* a homeless guy!
* a dude with an eyepatch!
* one of the interns from work!
* really drunk girls!
* a guy in chaps & a thong with eyes tattooed on the sides of his asscheeks!
* a really hideous girl in a vampy tiger outfit!
* least convincing dragqueen ever!
* the dude whose party (& birthday) it was, whom I've decided is the human equivolent of a pigeon!

All in all, surreal evening encased in a blue cube. Lovely set, though. Arcade Fire played for themselves & looked like they were having quite a time. All covers of such hits as the Cure's "Close to Me", Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun", & Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart". The outcome of all of this is I have new rockstar crushes. John Cleary's review of the show: "That didn't suck." I'm seeing them again tonight. Hopefully Ass Eyes won't be there.

all the restaurants of failed relationships

New Year, whatnot. Thinking about New Year's resolutions. Pointless and arbitrary, we all know, but can't help it. Thomas&Finney have resolved to rock more often. We know we already rock hard, it just needs to happen more frequently. I always resolve to eat out less and cook more. Facing abject poverty, it looks like this one's gonna happen. And for the past few years, following what always proves to be a horrendous stress-filled holiday, I've been resolving to have a serious boyfriend by xmastime of the new year in order to hide out someplace else during the holidays. As this xmas approached this year I contemplated modifying this yearly resolution to avoid a Jackson family xmas in the year 2005: if no serious boyfriend was on the horizon come august or so, I'd invent one. Glen. Mom, there's this boy I've been seeing. His name is Glen. I'm not so sure how I feel about the name Glen, but I'd come up with something. Luckily/Unluckily I think I had a sufficiently craptacular holiday this year to exonerate myself from the next Jackson family xmas with no recourse. So I now just need to be more resolute in writing things. Here's a newish installation in the "Tommy P. and Me" series, which by the way needs a much better name.

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Our conversations have become so familiar
rendering unnecessary all urges to ferry
thoughts to whispers.

The vapor trail elucidates
the rocket's intentions. Even classified
aircraft leave unclassified wakes.

There is clay underneath
my fingernails. There are vegetable
scraps under your sink.