as far as me and you

bonus:

slightly, i was lucky enough to receive a special book from a special one. it's actually the coolest thing i own right now, terminally beginning, back paged written reforms, crafted to its peak, non sequentially ordered , like a beat.yes. just like that. here's a sneak peak " one reason Helena and i would never be close friends is that i am about half as tall as she. people tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. it means i am willing to go the distance for you"
yeah you like that? i too enjoy meeting up on weekdays.

amber alert

folks,
if you have sent me text messages- phone calls- voicemails- flowers, or any of the following- or anything you can even think of(via cellphone,within the past couple ah days) you should know, it hasn't been received. my poor old 646..... number is no longer in motion. however the good ol handy 794.. is fully up and alive.. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. i am now going to reunite with my ma in Hawaii. also by popular demand,including ap, i will now incorporate the usage of apostrophes into my everyday, lingo mingo jazzzz.


ok
all in all
love
carla

i ate a double bowl of cereal, just now.

what the hell, why would you ever send me this

Popcorn addicts risk lethal lung condition, doctors warn
By Leonard Doyle in Washington
Published: 06 September 2007


Popcorn, the favourite snack of millions of Americans, can cause a potentially fatal health condition known as popcorn workers' lung, an alarmed public is discovering.A love of microwave buttered popcorn caused a relatively healthy 53-year-old American to develop severe breathing problems. The cause of his illness was tracked down to the microwave popcorn he loved so much that he would inhale steam from the bag as it came out of the oven.

The link between the man's illness and popcorn was established by Dr Cecil Rose, who had been dealing with popcorn workers' lung for years as a consultant to the food industry. "I said to him this is a very weird question but bear with me, are you around a lot of popcorn?"

"His jaw dropped,' she told The New York Times, 'How could you possibly know that about me? I am Mr Popcorn. I love popcorn'," the patient replied. He had eaten buttery microwave popcorn at least twice a day for the past 10 years. When he broke open the bags, after the steam came out, he would often inhale the fragrance because he liked it so much," Dr Rose said. "That's heated diacetyl, which we know from the workers' studies is the highest risk."

Dr Rose found levels of diacetyl in the man's Colorado home after he made the snack were similar to those in microwave popcorn plants. She put him on a microwave popcorn-free diet. Six months after his diagnosis, the man has lost 50lb and his lung function has improved.

Synthetic butter or diacetyl inhaled as a vapour has damaged or destroyed the lungs of hundreds of workers in the food industry.

to j,
dont be mad.

love,
carla

popopopusssas!!

i ate some Colombian popusas today. i highly recommend it to all you big- hard -large -heavy- buff -meat eaters. or even, i recommend it to you small, shit faced, little tiny, twigs; the ones who cant even get to point b with out whining. all in all i recommend- Colombian popusas.
not only is it fun to say, but its fun to eat!

channeling in:

LISA FRANK POLYCORNS!

but i insist, i must explain!

it happens to be one of those days when i see everybody, including myself, through the wrong end of the telescope.

the reasons for this: last night, approximately 12am, this morning. i recieved a special invitation to move slightly left. while shifting, i felt realized. automatically i decided to catch up, with style, which at any rate is a nasty thing to do. but thats probably junk. ahhh, people are, as i feel, sstalking in and out of my life with considerable frequency,like so many ants. it is annoying. and according to my vague, usually right, insticnts. i must give self liberation a chance. ready go!

a years worth, of work:

"open the windows, it might help out folks"

im looking for a phil to hang out with. a phillip matter of fact.

dictionary.com and its god damn advertisements

Carla,

Dont get mad at me....didnt mean to be mean......was just being sarcastic in my own stupid way......hey i like the way you are, and I want you to remain happy without the lies of course.

Dont get me wrong, I was just spouting a general statement of wishing my daughters to be computer scientist....thats all....has nothing to do with you..

Take it easy.......

got a gotagota gota

dammit

"why the fuck did you pull out that pot inspired rant of yours from SOMA. Sure it was kinda amateurish, but I loved it. Put it back up, hurry... lest i start forgetting you."

oh plus, guess what. tomorrow im going to get started on my mothafukin gluebook, be ready world!

oh , heres some photos from the other night:

"meditations in an emergency"

oh praxis

how i miss you!

not flushing

old buddy talk:

chances are your dreaming of me right now.
ha
im kidding you.
im modest.

topday i checked out the christian mcbride band. location: a small venue in half moon bay
tone: soulfull funk.jazz. hip. lard ass.

it reminded me a lot of imagination. as i was bumping my head for what felt like two days i realized that its best to day dream in this sort of live music funkfull jazz smazz atmosphere. then i started thinking of things to say to people. *up down up down clap snap wooo.

ok so i thought of this: hey?
(they look) hi, me again.
wait wait let me type this better

me: hey?
(they look)
me:hi
it:can i i tell you that im using the magic eraser ?
me:can i tell you that im burning the ice berg?
look can i quote everything you say
it:sure
it sucks i really want to be with you
me:ok im ready
it:ready for what
me:i dont know
what cha think
it:about what
me:about me being ready
it:im actually getting really annoyed




So I was interviewing this girl and had to ask her this question: how many golf balls can fit in a boeing 747. Mind you, she had 10 minutes to arrive at this answer mathematically without wikipedia or anything else.
Guess what, the poor girl gave me that look you always give me, you know the llama in a headlight look. It reminded me of your face. Suffice to say, I lost my cold composure and laughed my ass off. Thanks a lot kiddo. I was suppose to play the bad cop.

Here's me poking your chubby cheeks "bing"

KW

connecting creative minds across the universe

shit outta luck, like a penny.

im sorry about your keyboard

juxtaposition

everything ive got:

taken:currently this is hanging somwhere. where? in my room.
i really like it, i made the frame and everything.

living space.

the philosophical discourse of modernity. twelve lectures.

role role role role rolling on these roles..



"hegel cannot obtain the aspect of reconciliation--- that is, the re establishment of the disintegrated totality- from self consciousness or the reflective relationship of the knowing subject to itself. by having recourse to the intersubjectivity of relationships based on mutual understanding , he fails to achieve the goal essential to the self grounding of modernity: thinking the positive element in such a way that it can be overcome by the same principle from which it proceeds- precisely by subjectivity."

i really like this one.

its kinda funny.. you know.

ratatat

deciding: i think im moving to oaktown for a while.

theres this nice little music room that ill be living in.

anyways its great here, babas right upstairs, b1 with her stories, and toms mindset on how to be a free bird. its complicated anywhere else. and plus i have a month left of summer.
a month left of moving along before i have to become the next thingamajig.
i have a confession, its real serious. if you are in my life, and if some things seems to be unclear then come ask me. ill tell you. easy. most likely i really like you, and itll all end up disappearing.

that aside. a formal thanks to the big k w. for giiving me a ring this morning.

i was just like "ken, i know your in the Philippines, but you know buy a calling card and buzz myass." 7:37am BOOM. victory, i miss you. come back. to america. homeland. security. driiive. snoooooooze.

emotionally my head hurts. due to sporadic urges of the truth my la trip is now cancelled, and postponed to next year around this time for kat k s grad fad mad night. wild and crazy. victory.
woo.
i found out a lot today, it seemed to come quite easy. all i had to do was relax for a bit, listen to blunders of silence, close my eyes- and boom. victory. re occurrence. on and on.

i feel good about THE GRAND SCHEME.
and therefore i am ready for a milestone of coldstones. its cool, like a cool off.
if it is indeed impossible i would like everyone to tell me one thing. just that, that's all i ask.

pause and reflect for a moment.....

ok good.
now were ready.

FOG GET ABOUT IT

wednesdays lessson

dear everyone

thankyou for everything

love

carla

plan a

slowly I'm finding that all to often i notice myself being swallowed into the world of metaphors.
metaphors- preliminary meanings - turning objects and notions, into one big blob of flowery language.
is it important to veraciously apply such language into my everyday breed? well painters, that's what painters do.
piles and piles of metaphors stacked up, greeting each other with a hello
you see i don't want to get into that.
uhm whoopie's singing to me right now "you got it"

its this sickening thing that I've grown accustomed to, the english language, which provides us with rules and differences on wear where were blah blah....
it buggs me weather whether, mourning morning.
hello! do you follow?

i guess im throwing this across the table, the idea that we're (past tense) once this (ours)- later turning into anothers that.
or even something more significant. one second your finding yourself falling into a can of tomato soup and the next blink your digesting some henry matisse. who knew, not you. again you're never fully aware of the next big step nor foot of action, big leap, flying chair- saucer through the sky. we're silly, always worrying about the conveniences of right now.

now plan a. i haven't got it yet.
but its ok, for its summer, i still have time.

this is what happens

J.

m broke down its a killer
who?
well, killer- bad metaphorically speaking, of course. i could be here for days..
no who broke down.
the m its a train do yo uknow her>?
you are ridic
no im ambiguous and home, so i guess forever doesnt mean forever now does it.

i dont know why im posting all these pictures.