Bit by bit, putting it together

I wake this morning realizing I had a perfect day yesterday, which began with this Twitter from Japhy79:

Old View: Life as journey. New View: Life as process. Where you are headed is less interesting than the means that gets you there.

That pretty much set the tone for the full, rewarding day that found time for all I wanted to do. Check it out:

Got in some good doggie play time with Reading before delivering cough drops to Shana and watching a slew of gay Bden clips. That alone, makes for a great day, and it was barely nine in the early a.m. Andrea showed up early so I didn't make coffee, water the lawn, or grab the checkbook so I could mail rent check -- all bad things, yes, but resolved. Keep reading.

Andrea and I stop for coffee. (Problem #1 solved. See?) L.A. Times 'scope says "Scorpio , you're headed in directions even you don't know. Get ready."

Uneventful work morning, highlighted by hiring a Post Accountant, the one task that lingered from last week and logging in to AIM for the first time since I left that other place. Caught up with some other F.A.G.'s. Talk to shrink and resolve to take a break while I'm in transitional/unpredictable work situation and sans automobile. Check.

Leave loving birthday message for Mom when I can't find her at home or on cell, only to have Goddaughter call ten minutes later to tell me about her presentation on Oklahoma. No, she didn't sing a song from the musical, like I asked, but did wear a Sooners cheerleader outfit to the chagrin of the straight uncle. She then passes phone on to Mom, from birthday lunch at the Olive Garden.

Spend afternoon on festival details for Karlovy, Provincetown, San Antonio and apps for Spain. Segue into job #2, babysitting the 2 girls. Uneventful evening with no crying, teething, poopy diapers, or misbehaving. Good chat with Jamie on the ride home, then on to...

Dinner at the Guilty Pleasure duplex -- yummy as always and good "growing up" stories, which ultimately lead retires to the living room and... Panic videos. YAY!!! I partake for only a few minutes (a definite exercise in self-discipline) and off to...

A brisk walk around the hood with Reading after a call from Mom after she heard the loving message left earlier in the day. Back to the house to water the lawn, throw down some more seed (uh, grass seed. gross.), trim rosebushes and trees, rearrange patio furniture.

Back inside to catch up on personal e-mails/facebook/myspace and a few work e-mails, too. Quality time at prince.org hitting all the usuals: religion, Prince, Wendy, Madonna. Wrap up with the preceding 3 posts on this here blog, which had been sadly neglected for a couple of weeks. (Okay, months, I know.)

And today I'm mailing the rent check I just wrote. Done and done.

Let the joy be in the doing, not in the end -- Mother Teresa

the place where John was born

May 29, 1917

everybody gets there and everybody gets their way

How have I not posted this yet? Truly, a brilliant video. And I was at the shoot. It was this day.

til the end of time...

If i wrote down the posts in my head, you would already know:

1) American Idol finale reminded me that George Michael made me gay. (He also made me start smoking, but whatever.)

2) This week is the one year anniversary of seeing Stevie Nicks live for the first time.

3) There was a third thing I wanted to write about and promised myself I wouldn't forget. Fuck it!

u want me to write my name on your walls...

To a Prince fan, "writing a name on your walls" means, well, it means that you're a top. Today I finally threw in the towel and joined the Facebook world at the encouragement of Jamie. Those yahoos over there have some other wall writing. While Prince's wall writing is definitely more fun, this one doesn't look too bad. We'll see...

2night we make love with only words
Girls first, girls first

OK, so like first
I will start by telling U how smart and intelligent a curve your behind has
And then I can tell U that I can just smell U
And racecars burn rubber in my pants
But I really dig trippin' on the thought of being caught
By somebody with your beauty, style and grace
Baby, I don't care
I would rip out my hair 4 just 2 nights with your face (Lovesexy)
I don't wanna make love 2 U
I just wanna look at U
I just wanna listen 2 U, uh, uh

Oh, pretty little whip, U got me drippin'
Drippin' all over the floor, the floor
If I come back as a woman
I want a body like yours, a body like yours
Living rooms?
I think, I think U would
I think U wanna play house
Yeah, I think U wanna play house (Lovesexy)
U don't mind
I think U… uh
I think U want me 2 f… {beep} inside of U
Yea, yeah, I... (Lovesexy)
U want me 2 sit around your living room, ha ha
Yeah, U...U want me 2 walk right down your halls
Mm hmm (Lovesexy)
U want me 2 swivel in your love seat
D-don't U, baby?
U want me 2 write my name on your walls
U want me 2 write my name on… (Lovesexy)

We make love with only words
I'll make love 2 U… 2morrow

sunny day, everything's a-ok

Today I am a week out from my last day at the last place. Damn it feels good. Not only being gone from there, but not being tied down to a 9 to 5 for the minute. I'm "working", but it doesn't feel like work. Submitting a movie to festivals and tying up the loose ends that come at the end of a film project. I'm in an air conditioned office that overlooks the backyard pool. Not a bad stopping point for a spell.

fuck em if they can't take a joke

Cobra Starship, Guilty Pleasure