tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13546023192265401532024-03-13T05:14:51.967-07:00mchlmchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.comBlogger306125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-72673007253350919182011-04-23T07:48:00.000-07:002011-04-23T23:24:23.868-07:00modern dancer<center><br />dreams of dancers last night. <br /><br /><br />i was working at a coffeehouse again and <br />we were auditioning dancers to work at the coffeehouse. <br />i'm not sure why, but we were. and i was there to... judge? <br />i'm not sure of that either, but i was there, sitting at the <br />head of the table. i had the knowledge and confidence of a <br />knowledgeable and confident judge of dancers. <br /><br /><br />the best part. her.<br /><br /><br />the. best. part. her. she.<br /><br /><br />she was the in-between auditioners entertainment. <br />she slowly walked to the middle of the floor and performed <br />the most graceful and elegant dance i'd ever seen. her expression <br />was serious and full of emotion. you could feel the warm energy. <br />like waves or pulses of warm, buzzy, goodness. <br />before you know it, she was done and <br />the next auditioner was up. <br />i only saw her dance once, <br />i knew she'd dance again. <br />and again. and again.<br /><br /><br />dreams are dreams are dreams.</center><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-5811466508196619542011-04-22T21:47:00.000-07:002011-04-23T08:46:10.560-07:00then, the ocean<center><br /><br />the ocean beckoned and i came a-coming.<br /><br /><br />i skipped yoga, because i felt it was okay. <br />i wouldn't feel guilty about missing one day of practice--<br />seeing as how i've been going twice a day lately. so, instead <br />of grabbing my mat and yogitoes, i grabbed a couple of cameras, <br />a bottle of water and i was out the door. i briskly walked toward <br />the train station, but i was 20-blocks away and only had 10-minutes <br />to catch the next train. missed the first one. i stopped and bought <br />a coffee, sat down and chilled for a bit in the morning sunlight. <br />i checked my email and checked my voicemail.<br /><br /><br />unbeknownst to me, she called my three times <br />and texted another three times. my phone had been turned off, <br />because i hate when phones go off in the middle of yoga practice. <br />i listened to her messages several times, as i was not quite awake. <br />i tried to make sense of the timeline in which she sent them. apparently, <br />it was throughout the latter half of the day. realizing this, i suddenly felt <br />sorry that i wasn't able to reply sooner. i sat in my thoughts for a moment, <br />but couldn't stay put for long, the next train was due to leave in <br />30-minutes. barely made it aboard. i had to run for it. <br />literally. it's actually one of my simple pleasures. <br />it's how one should board a train; running after it <br />and hopping aboard just as the train begins <br />to pull away from the platborm.<br /><br /><br />i called her a couple of times <br />on my run to catch the train. no answer. voicemail. <br />i can't remember what i said. my mind was a whirlwind. <br />i worried that my legs weren't long enough to get to the train on time. <br />i walked light and quickly.<br /><br /><br />all i could think about was her. i felt uncomfortable.<br />a day earlier, i felt comfortable. i thought we were in a good place.<br />but somehow, i had burdened her with something heavy enough to <br />cause a need for her to contact me throughout the day. <br />a 2.5-hour <strike>road</strike> track trip with her.<br /><br /><br />i found myself walking through golden gate park,<br />trying to be lost. lose my mind in the trees. it worked.<br />something about the smell of wilderness. makes me think of childhood.<br />good times. carefree. now, as adults, life weighs down on us,<br />until we need to escape back to the good times.<br />good memories.<br /><br /><br />i exited the park on the west end. <br />never thought i'd find it. a few times i thought maybe <br />i was being tracked by a mountain lion. absurd right, a mountain lion <br />in golden gate park. maybe. maybe not. <br />homeless people sound like <br />mountain lions inside <br />urban parks.<br /><br /><br />the beach. <br /><br /><br /><br />then, the ocean. <br /><br /><br /><br />all was right.<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lLKV8aAqgZk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-67369645875612754992010-06-26T21:00:00.000-07:002013-09-19T13:57:37.285-07:00so... i'm waiting<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<blockquote>
<center>
I went to the Apple Store today<br />with the intention of purchasing one of them there<br />shiny, new iPhone 4s, but I knew, in the back of my head,<br />that there was no way in hell there'd be any left.<br /><br />As I approached the store, in the middle of the f#cking mall,<br />I could first sense, then see that it was pretty much<br />packed in there. Like sardines. <br /><br />So, I am without an iPhone 4. I am without any phone,<br />for that matter. My one-year old Blackberry is<br />on it's last legs. Or so I assume, cause it<br />won't turn on! Well, it did, <br />then it didn't again.<br />I'm done with it.<br /><br />I put my name on the waiting list at the Apple Store.<br />The dude with the iPad, taking names and emails,<br />told me they'll be receiving "shipments of <br />one-hundred, every few days". I asked<br />him how many people are waiting.<br />He said "several hundred".<br />So... I'm waiting.</center>
</blockquote>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
• • •<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-22929407327144342792010-03-16T00:11:00.000-07:002013-09-19T13:06:47.211-07:00running thoughts (or get your act together man, pt. ix)<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<center>
it was my birthday on sunday.<br />ah, yes, yet another year has passed.<br />happy birthday to me! happy birthday to me!<br /><br /><br />i organized a birthday bowling party with all of my workmates.<br />white russians were imbibed with irony.<br />balls were bowled with inaccuracy.<br />and tons o'fun was had.<br /><br /><br />and for this,<br />it was quite a good weekend.<br />one for the history books.<br />aka, the blog.<br /><br /><br />how was your weekend? </center>
</blockquote>
<blockquote>
<center>
hm?<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /></span></center>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-39976779997023526472010-03-11T15:05:00.000-08:002013-09-19T14:02:19.836-07:00she and him, in the sun<blockquote>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
hooo boy! what a fantastic spring day!<br />
wait, is it spring yet? what'd that gopher tell us?<br />
groundhog, whatever. did he see his shadow? is it still winter?<br />
actually, it really doesn't matter what season it is, it's sunny outside!<br />
and the air is brisk. my favorite, non-wintery kind of weather. <br />
i love it, dammit! if it could stay like this all summer,<br />
i'd... i'd kiss a horse's ass. yeah. literally, kiss it!<br />
no, figuratively! but i'd totally do it!<br />
<br />
<br />
these blossoms are killing my sinuses,<br />
but they ain't dampened my spirit!<br />
<br />
<br />
are ya enjoying this weather?</div>
</blockquote>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-6885678812506444702010-03-06T18:17:00.000-08:002013-09-19T13:40:18.791-07:00impeccable manners and grace<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3318/3488258522_3b27697d93_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3318/3488258522_3b27697d93_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<center>
<br /><br /><br />moss: look, but don't touch. yick!</center>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-52067163852850105642010-02-28T23:01:00.000-08:002013-09-19T13:49:40.852-07:00is entitled to 4 tickets to any show<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<center>
hello people!<br />where the eff did february go?<br />sheesh, that was fast!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2768/4398044257_3447aa4d60_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2768/4398044257_3447aa4d60_z.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /></center>
</blockquote>
<blockquote>
<center>
ain't it true that<br />there is absolutely nothing better <br />than a pot of tea and peanut butter toast.<br />okay, maybe a pot of tea and nutella toast, but whatevah!<br />the most important part is the tea.<br /><br /><br />do you drink tea?</center>
</blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4071/4370509233_44677cc92f_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4071/4370509233_44677cc92f_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-65634378946599067492010-02-27T00:10:00.000-08:002013-09-19T13:55:17.833-07:00grey sky with setting sun<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<center>
eero got himself stuck <br />on a windowsill 10-ft. up from the floor.<br />he meowed and meowed, but wouldn't jump down to me, <br />so i had to tear him off. this wasn't the first time this has happened. <br /><br />i have the scars to prove it.<br /><br /><br />i have a headache that just won't go away!<br />i've a hunch it stems from this ache behind my shoulder, <br />which runs up the right side of my neck<br />and into the back of my right eye.<br />it no longer aches, really.<br />just nag, nag, nagging.<br /><br /><br />why is this happening?<br />is this gonna last forever?<br />is this real life?</center>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-74465813614337242302010-02-25T00:31:00.000-08:002013-09-19T14:03:37.845-07:00i don't care what nobody says<blockquote>
<center>
<br />sometimes you just gotta get right to it.<br />you gotta be straight and simple. get your message out.<br />get in. get out. get clean.<br /><br /><br />today was somewhat productive. <br />oh, it's almost 1 AM, so i gues it's tomorrow. <br />so, yesterday was somewhat productive.<br />or at least it felt that way.<br /><br /><br />was your day productive?</center>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-8513121923709156442010-02-24T10:00:00.000-08:002013-09-19T14:04:02.827-07:00prelude to the violet hour<blockquote>
<center>
<br /><br /><br />happy hump day! it's almost over.<br /><br /><br />i had one hell of a breakfast for dinner last night. <br />i grated two potatoes for hashbrowns, which turned out to be one too many. <br />and i didn't want to waste a potato, so i made more bacon and eggs. <br />one might say i had two breakfasts for dinner last night.<br /><br /><br />this morning i woke up with a slight headache. <br />one of those that you can feel even before you open your eyes. <br />and you think "oh great! it's gonna be a fun morning!" <br />i wonder if it's to do with what i ate last night.<br /><br /><br />i started reading <i>catcher</i> this morning. <br />the first couple'a pages pulled me in well enough. <br />i should be done in... oh, an hour? it's short.<br /><br /><br />so, how's the rain treating you today?<br />'sposed to rain on friday too.</center>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-49510279303721899012010-02-22T17:10:00.000-08:002013-09-19T14:04:33.404-07:00shudder (eye)land<blockquote>
<center>
<br /><br /><br />hello. <br /><br />i took a relaxing stroll this morning. <br />when i say morning, i mean just before noon. <br />but nonetheless, it was still, technically, morning. <br />and a nice morning of a lovely day for a man with no plans. <br />on days like this, i like to catch early matinees. <br />the earlier, the better.<br /><br /><br /><br />on my way home, i stopped at time tested books, <br />on the off chance they might have an old copy of <i>catcher in the rye</i>. <br />no old ones, but one new one.<br /><br /><br />how are you? how was your monday?</center>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-57205983472332655422009-11-23T10:47:00.000-08:002013-09-19T14:09:21.777-07:00classic california<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2680/4124414352_5ab176d2dd_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2680/4124414352_5ab176d2dd_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-40632373303293890302009-10-19T16:09:00.000-07:002013-09-19T14:17:49.990-07:00grand island mansion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2629/4024820655_39368fc06a_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2629/4024820655_39368fc06a_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-10721248212808193682009-10-16T13:59:00.000-07:002009-11-03T14:00:15.009-08:00do you sleep?<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="font-family: arial;">i dream this world.</b><span style="font-family:arial;"> i was waiting for a load of laundry to finish it’s washing cycle at a laundromat. then suddenly i was in a cupcake bakery. i didn’t know it was a bakery until i was standing at it’s ordering counter (perhaps my brain hadn’t made up it’s mind where i wanted to be). i noticed nobody as standing, not even the employees. it was as though everyone was waiting for something. the menu board hanged by a string, off of the wall, and was turned around. the back of the board was the same color as the wall, so it was difficult to see that it was even there. as i stood there, it dawned on me that everyone was waiting for the next batch of cupcakes. I got the attention of the girl behind the counter and, as if i knew already what was going on, i asked “almost?” and she said “how’s three minutes?” then everyone sprang to life. another employee started writing, with marker, the names of the cupcakes on the butcher paper that was spread out over the front counter. his marker was running out of ink. the customers, who’d been seated at tables were now lined up behind me. everyone, including me, was very excited about these cupcakes. while i stood there, at the front of the line, i remembered my laundry. i thought that it must be done washing and it’s just sitting there all damp, waiting to be moved to the dryer. then, suddenly, i remembered that my sister was going to call me. then i woke up. my phone was ringing. it was my sister. creepy!</span></span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-73581414279860770442009-10-13T13:44:00.000-07:002009-11-03T13:55:07.388-08:00keepin it real, torrential rain-style<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >autumn… may i call you fall? we’re buds, no? well, fall, winter just squashed you, dude! what’s up with that? As much as I love Winter, and all the gloriously gloomy and wonderfully wet weather that comes with it, I do fancy a good fall before I gotta start bundling up! I always welcome the falling of your leaves, the change of colors, and the apples up in them hills! In fact, it’s the apples that make me enjoy you the most, man! Nobody wants to get soaked trekking up to Apple Hill in soggy, muddy boots! Nosireebob! So, although I like this winterish weather we’re having today, I’m just a little bit sad that it isn’t just brisk and hazy instead. take care.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-17650493215843668342009-10-11T13:43:00.000-07:002009-11-03T16:37:47.201-08:00she said you're very friendly<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">When you don’t sleep for two days, you spend the following week trying to gain back that lost 8-hours! Blegh! My eye is twitching. A sign? An eye sign? I wish I felt sleepy right about now. I wish I was brain-deep into some serious mind-blowing dreams right about now. Instead, I’m laying in bed, typing this out on my BlackBerry, because AT&T sucks and my DSL isn’t working! Shit… I think the twitchy eye just shut down completely.</span></span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-77774454520872782962009-10-08T13:42:00.000-07:002009-11-03T13:55:51.142-08:00i am ready to owe you anything<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >what is the name of this place? why did we come here? this was your idea. my hands are vibrating. when i hold them to my ears, i can hear them buzzing. i can remember. first letter. i can remember, if given enough time. we were there. the birds have stopped chirping. i don’t hear them anymore. the one to which all others have been compared & contrasted.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-55506624892574398132009-10-06T13:25:00.000-07:002009-11-24T02:21:57.335-08:00animal<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >i'm freezing and i love it! i'm actually shivering right now. maybe i should put some pants on. and maybe shut my bedroom window. no wonder i was so cold last night! i fell asleep as soon as i got in last night. i've been staying up way too late lately and it's taking it's toll on me each morning. i must look like a (handsome) walking corpse. and i had such strange dreams because of it. strange, good dreams though. and i woke up when i woke up this morning. no alarms to kick me out of bed. nice! feels nice. i have a feeling this is going to be a wonderful winter. oh! and i lost 15 lbs.! how the hell did that happen (and when)?!</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-14073986258625471952009-09-30T23:18:00.000-07:002009-10-11T21:17:59.370-07:00boarding the treeship<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">what is this? i don't get sick. the other day, i woke up in the middle of the night with a sore and dry throat. the logical conclusion would be to blame the giant industrial floor fan i have blowing at me while i sleep. but now i'm logically concluding a much different logical conclusion, my friend. i think i've caught myself one of them there darn colds (or maybe it's allergies?). earlier today, my right inner ear started hurtin' and now i've got a runny left nostril. what the eff! my body can't make up it's mind on which side of itself it wants to be sick. if i had my druthers (and i don't), i'd choose to have neither side o' my body sick. but that should go without saying, since nobody in their right mind (or left. ha!) wants to be sick. by the way, what are druthers? and do i really want them in this context? sniffle sniffle... i sick, feed me warm soup with a side of o.j. and take care of me with plenty of pillows and warm blankets, pweez!<br /></span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-51460467240881245572009-08-26T13:01:00.000-07:002009-08-26T13:21:03.590-07:00a. iii<div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:90%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">° ° °<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >29 Sep 2008, 23:50</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i love socks too! especially argyle. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">if i could do it without feeling like a complete tool,<br />i'd wear golfer's knickerbockers </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">with knee-high argyle socks and saddle shoes! seriously!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">you ARE cool as shit. don't ever doubt that! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">you should definitely have a pair of chucks! i have black, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">cause i can wear them with just about anything. but i can't see you wearing black. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">as far as i can tell, you're a very colorful person; inside and out. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">what's your favorite color? get THAT color!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">why did i drop out? because i'm too cool for school! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">but seriously, i quit going about a year after my mother died. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i lost my focus and couldn't concentrate well enough </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">to produce anything worthy of a passing grade. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i felt empty of all creativity. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i felt empty in general. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">then, finally, my grade point average </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">dropped .02-points below the acceptable level </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">for financial aid eligibility. i no longer qualified for financial aid </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">and i couldn't afford to pay tuition on my own, so i quit. and i never went back.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i wonder if you've enjoyed your stay in the city that i love so much.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">–m</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />3 Oct 2008, 19:40<br /><br />oh man! that outfit sounds rad!!<br /><br />I have to say my favorite color is turquoise -<br />so i may get a turq pair or a 'jean' blue pair. :)<br /><br />San Francisco was fantastic.<br />your list came in so handy and i was totally excited<br />when ever i found something that you recommended.<br />We did the 'divey bar' night just as you suggested and had a blast.<br /><br />and dotties!! wow. we didnt have to wait<br />cause we went for a true Brunch at noon but i saw the line ups earlier that day.<br />went to eden and eden - chatted with the owner for a bit. very cool space.<br />i didnt buy anything but was thinking of ordering the horse t-shirt<br />cause i love it: http://www.edenandeden.com/<br /><br />totally enjoyed SFMOMA<br />(even thought the Frida Kahlo show was sold out - boo),<br />and LOVED the new science museum! the exhibit design was amazing.<br /><br />had a fucking delicious veggie sandwich at java beach<br />and had fun taking the muni out there!<br /><br /><br />THANK YOU!<br />i had your list up on my iphone the whole time. :)<br />so basically you rock and next time i am in the bay area<br />i hope you are too cause i'd love to take you out for a beer or five!<br /><br />i'm sorry about your mother.<br />that must have been a very hard time.<br />you seem to have gotten your creativity back!<br />i think your sketches and photos are really wonderful.<br /><br />have a great weekend michael!<br /><br />cheers,<br />a.<br /></span></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-54234781953088350552009-08-26T11:01:00.000-07:002009-08-26T12:48:50.556-07:00a. ii<div style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >° °<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >25 Sep 2008, 00:29</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >okay! yeah, that's just what i wished you'd say. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >and you asked around even? wow, that's fantastic! </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >i underestimated the amount of effort you've put into this. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >thank you very much for your help. my uncertainty has definitely been quashed </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >and i will, indeed, continue sporting my chucks like the rare older rad gem that i am!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >black leather highs: in poor shape and probably need to be replaced.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >black canvas lows: great for flaunting my awesome sock collection.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >and you? do you own chucks? if not, why not?!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >hey! here's a little factoid:</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >while you're in s.f., you may notice, </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >throughout the city there are buildings with black signs </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >for the academy of art university. that's the art school i dropped out of!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >i hope you have a blast!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >—m</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /><br /><br /><br />26 Sep 2008, 10:22<br /><br />ooooo - i love socks!<br />i have cut jeans short to show off socks...<br /><br />the funny thing is, no,<br />i do not have a pair of chucks<br />and I have never owned a pair.<br /><br />it kind of a timely question though<br />because for the last little while i have been asking myself<br />why I don't have a pair... i always think they look cute when i see girls rocking them...<br />and i've looked at them lately in stores but have never actually tried them on.<br />its like i cant decide what color would be the best. i know i dont want black,<br />mostly because is associate them with a girl i dislike,<br />but i've been thinking about a neutral color<br />that kind of goes with everything.<br /><br />I think the reason that i have not owned a pair ever<br />might be because my younger brother always had them and of course<br />i wanted to be different from him... and then i started thinking that if i'd always had a pair<br />then it would just be a natural thing for me to keep on getting them when then they wore out...<br />but since i'd never owned a pair that it would be like cheating<br />or somehow like i was trying to be someone i'm not.<br />(dammit! i guess i'm not cool as shit!!)<br /><br />and then there was the age thing like you mentioned.<br />I'm even older than you and so you can imagine my thoughts in that regard. lol.<br /><br />over analyzing? perhaps.<br />but hey, thats just the way i roll.<br /><br />i loved your question.<br /><br />I'll look out for the black signs!<br />why did you drop out?<br /><br />a.</span><br /></span></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-53447651900744473322009-08-26T00:35:00.000-07:002009-08-26T12:56:35.730-07:00a. i<div style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style=";color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >°<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >22 Sep 2008, 12:35<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >i was getting ready to head out and </span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >explore in this wonderful weather we're having here, </span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >but i paused before selecting some footwear.</span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >converse chuck taylor's and the thirty-year olds who choose to wear them on a almost-daily basis: </span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >are these men trying to cling to their youth or are they cool as shit for deciding not to conform </span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >to society's misconception of what an grown man </span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >should do and wear?</span><span style="font-size:90%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:90%;" >—m<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">24 Sep 2008, 12:15<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">that is a very good question...<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">i wonder the same kinds of things myself.<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">after much consideration and asking opinions of others (for some perspective on this)<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">i have to say that i do think "chucks" are classic and defy categories <br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;" >and i don't think anyone is unfit for them.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">I'm also starting to think that it is actually cooler when 30+ year olds wear them.<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">people who may well have been in the 'school' that 'old school' refers too...<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">older rad people are so rare. they are like gems.<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">most of the rad people i know have a pair<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">of converse in their shoe collection...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">so to answer your question, i think you are cool as shit and<br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">i think that you should continue to wear converse chuck taylor's.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">do you wear the lows or the highs?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">a.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:90%;">ps. 2 more sleeps till san francisco... :)<br /></span></div><br /><br><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-53123780039896833162009-08-11T11:20:00.000-07:002009-09-02T10:25:48.790-07:00life without bees<div style="text-align: justify;">right outside my apartment, about three-feet from my front door there is a very bizarre bush/tree/monster thing that looks like some kind of ground-bound, chlorophyl-filled, octo-flora-pus with equally bizarre blossoms that hang down very low, like five-million tentacles waiting for the perfect opportunity to snatch the cap from my noggin. i do... wear caps, i mean. though, not frequently. i'll pop on a beanie from time to time. and i wear my driver's cap on occasion.<br /><br />everytime i leave my apartment i can hear the ominous buzzing of the octo-flora-pus's resident swarm of bees getting their "birds and the bees" on, all bee-like and stuff. and this sound... this wicked, crazy-scary buzzing sound unnerves me so much i can't help but remember my most unhappiest of all my unhappy memories; the time my 3rd-grade, lil mexipino boy, bowl cut was targeted by several hostile honeybees, dispatched with royal instructions to trap themselves within the massive mop of hair on my giant jughead and ruin "15-minute mandatory sideyard playtime" in the grandest of grand ways. i never liked going to afterschool daycare. after what would become known as "the day the bees attacked me and it hurt a lot" day, i really didn't like going!<br /><br />bees scare me. it's a phobia. i do not like them! keep them away from me and someone please remove them from my front door. please please please and thank you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >27 october 2007<br /></span></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-60686030461587877202009-08-01T19:04:00.000-07:002009-09-02T10:31:32.925-07:00a gift from the so-called den mother<div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><u>robyn's chicken curry salad / wraps</u></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- chicken tenders</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- celery</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- almonds (slivered)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- raisins, craisins, or both!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- mayo (or plain nonfat yogurt)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- curry powder</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- sugar/salt</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- lettuce</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >- tortillas</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >microwave chicken, 6-min. or until cooked through. while chicken is cooking, slice celery. place celery, almonds, (c)raisins, and mayo in a bowl. add 1 tbsp. curry powder. add sugar/salt to taste. mix well. chop lettuce. warm tortillas. place chicken curry in tortilla and top with lettuce.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-size:85%;" >omit tortilla and serve in lettuce leaf for low-carb option.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354602319226540153.post-72021574268130876562009-07-07T03:05:00.000-07:002013-09-19T14:32:01.939-07:00holes for legs<br />
<br />
<center>
<span style="font-family: courier new;">wet</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">dead </span><strike style="font-family: courier new;">wet</strike><span style="font-family: courier new;"> monkey </span><strike style="font-family: courier new;">on</strike><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span><strike style="font-family: courier new;">in</strike><span style="font-family: courier new;"> the</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">center divide,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">i like to think you'd apologize</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">if you were alive.</span></center>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">[mchlmchl.com]</div>mchlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00855392563702913348noreply@blogger.com0