Uh oh
A hazmat crew just knocked on my door.
Sheesh, so I farted. Big deal. It’s really not *that* lethal.
Uh oh
A hazmat crew just knocked on my door.
Sheesh, so I farted. Big deal. It’s really not *that* lethal.
Local Love & Support
Send some good cheer, loving, and spare duckets over to Amanda & Jayden
Paypal them if you aren’t able to hit their partay.
I keep hearing.
I keep hearing from people that they’ve lost hope. That they’re fed up and won’t take it anymore. That they don’t care about the consequences and the shit. Just angry. And bitter. And hateful. And more. That there must be no logic, order, or God in it all. It sounds like the ugly bit of Dee Schneider in all of our souls that wants to rock out and have big hair and not give a fuck about it all.
*note to you* In a little bit, you’ll look back at yourself and realize how utterly stupid you look.
I find that the times that are the hardest and the most painful, the ones where we feel the most loss, and the most passion, are those that bring us closer to God and more palpably, and obviously, closer to each other. Is there not love between those around you now, when you feel the most trembling shudders of loss? Is there not a bit of holiness in each moment of love shared between your tender ones?
I’m just a little girl. I can’t see things so well in the macro. I do my best within my little world to make things right for me. To do the right things. To be good to people, and to appreciate and thank those that are good to me. I pray. I kiss the skies and I kiss boys. I laugh hard, and I cry often. I shake my head at things. I get myself in trouble too easily. But I know without doubt that God exists and loves me. And whatever happens, good and bad, it is by his will. It’s never easy to accept, but one really doesn’t have much choice in it, does one?
I got my copy of “The God Who Won’t Let Go” By Peter Van Breeman, the same author who wrote “As Bread That Is Broken” which I’ve referred to in the past as the book that both broke my brain, and reaffirmed my simple but deep faith. Be afraid to read it. Because everyone is afraid of change.
I’m just in Chapter 1 of TGWWLG.: “Wait for Me”
I’m reconfirmed in my faith that things happen for a reason. In their time. And that there is love, and tenderness in each step. No matter how hard it seems now. One step more. One step more.
I could talk about late night emergency visits to the hospital.
I could talk about work being weird and exhausting.
I could talk about finding parking on Friday being TOTAL ASS.
I could talk about drinks with friends for delayed bday celebrations.
I could talk about hanging with the hoo hah treasure of out of town visitors.
I could talk about Chinese New Year parades and the rain.
I could talk about shmancy dinners with Betty.
I could talk about hanging with the Galaxy Girls and sipping champagne with them.
I could talk about Blogger & Google stuff.
I could talk about peace marches.
I could talk about any number of the tumble of peculiar and conflicted, unsettled, silly, shmoopy, and peculiar items that flood my brain right now… but I’m not gonna. Not now anyways. Frankly, I’m just kind of exhausted and need to let my brain rest for a bit. Please forgive me.
Photos from last night’s Galaxy Girls Photo Shoot party are now up.
Finally found a home for all my past poetica spontenaiums
Go, but only if you can handle my drivel.
Poetica Spontenaium 2/14/03
Thinking of you
my heart beats
quick quick, fierce
and in a delicate flicker
of lithe and languor
I fall soft
soft
into my pillow
and into the still black night.
And in the morning hours
when my dreams
cannot be put to rest
but burst free
from my lips
without my intention
I quake a little
quick quick
thunderous
and I keep on falling soft
soft
heavenwards into the precious moments
before a flutter of eyelashes
and a flicker of light
signal departure
and that last gasp
of your breath inside of me.
In that waking moment
where my spine is still anchored
while my skin feels afloat
and your name is first formed
by my lips like a newborn’s breath
My pulse floods quick quick sharp
electric and violent
Desperately, I find your hand
and tremor in momentary grace
as I keep on falling, falling,
soft
into you.
Dizzy with Delight
Consider me completely intoxicated from a cloud of sensations that rapt my soul in deliciousness.
Last night, I attended the Smokey & Miho show at the Great American Music Hall w the lovely Angelina, Aaron, & Josh. Delight my soul in the exquisite and sumptuous beats and rhythms, sexy horns, and heavy liquid tunes overlaid with sinfully light, clear, and gorgeous vocals that pin prick at your very essence. That and the scent of Sambuco and the brilliant red rose adorning the delicate ear of Angelina. The rich chocolate that melted sweetly and langorously on my tongue, a gift from Aaron, also delightful.
Follow this up with spending some pulsating beats and gyrations w/ Ernie, Chris, Chaz & Tom. Big Mike was spinning mad phat beats. Booyah.
I am a very happy girl this afternoon. Yes, I am.
Today I am thankful for
Pringles
Light Traffic
Short lines
Short waits
Good Friends
Big Smiles
24 Hour places to get ice cream.
Ice cream
Chocolate Raspberry Godiva ice cream to be specific.
Borrowed tee shirts.
Messy hair days.
Cranberry juice.
Warm places to be.
Hugs.
And being able to gloat over Cheyenne that I still did my situps.
Threw out her back, my ass. That girl will say anything to get out of doing her situps.
I received the nicest email today.
If well-wishes were snowballs,
I just nailed you in the chest,
and in the soul blink between reali and zation
you emerge, discovering,
this snowball
is the kind that supernovas
into a million
wet electrons
that settle like a child’s kiss
innocent cool,
ephermeral love,
wet face
crisp air
happy gasp
as in, maybe i just needed to improvise someone a poem tonight – thanks.
Which made me think…
Couldn’t you write a Poetica Spontenaium today too?Give it a whirl. En la commentitos or on your own blog w/ a link please so I can spot it.I’m curious. Thanks.
*grin*
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