Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in The MONKEY's LiveJournal:

Sunday, November 11th, 2007
8:21 pm	p.s. There are band-aids, in a criss-cross formation, covering the MONKEY's nipples under the tech-shirt in the last post. Just thought you should know. (Look close.) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 10th, 2007
1:46 pm	26.2 Last week, the MONKEY went to New York City, the city he belongs in/to, and ran in the NYC Marathon It's been a surprisingly short road - although hardly an easy one - to get to a marathon. It's been a surprisingly long (and continuing...?) road - again, not an easy one - to make peace with, to resolve things with, to admit to New York City. In a better writer's hands, a marathon metaphor, with it's drama and effort and exertion and mile after mile after mile would be much less clumsy. Hell, even the running metaphor should be easy. So the MONKEY will leave you with this, instead. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 28th, 2007
11:51 pm	T-minus Seattle has had rotten weather on the weekends for weeks. This has made going the distance difficult. It hasn't mattered. - - - Today was nice, though. Thanks for that. - - - So we'll see, soon. Like, less than a week, soon. THAT'S soon. - - - The MONKEY wishes things were quieter right now. He wishes that he couldn't hear the faint rumble of I5, and that the buzzing from the weak wiring in this house would shush. His housemates are downstairs chattering pleasantly. He likes them muchly, finds hilarity in their company and existance, but wants them to shush right now. Just because. - - - 15 miles last Sunday. Two hours on Monday. 3.2 miles on Tuesday. 5 miles on Wednesday, plus two hours. Two hours on Friday. 10 miles yesterday. 5.5 miles today, plus the monster hill. 1 week. Two hours tomorrow. 3.2 miles on Tuesday. Two hours on Wednesday. 6 hours aloft on Thursday. All those numbers. 2.5 years. Hey, how y'been, Ol' Place? - - - Woah, actually, 6 and a half days. Less if you count the time-shift. - - - And even less if you count Daylight Savings. Fall back, everyone. - - - The MONKEY is sure there is a deep, thoughtful metaphor about time passing and time slipping away and exertion and goals and bounderies and What This All Means and What This All Means to Be First, so suffice to say, the whole thing will doubtless be all sorts of cathartic and meaningful and hold significance so freakin' tight that significance will turn white as all the blood is squeezed out of it. He's going to crush it. Totally crush it. - - - He is going to go to bed now. When he wakes up, it will be just under 6 days until. He can't wait. Crush it. - - Fall back. Race forward. (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 7th, 2007
4:36 pm	Looking back It's been just a few days over a year since she hung herself. She would've been 29 this month. I'm surprised how little courage I've shown leading up to this week. - - - I mean, c'mon, I should really be a better friend than this, right? An email, a phone call, whatever. Geez. Well, he's 'out of the country' right now, anyway, so there's nothing to be done. Ireland, doubtless. I'll find out for sure tonight. Birthdays and sushi, after all. うまえですよ。 - - - Well, there will be plenty of opportunities in the coming weeks to show courage, or a lack thereof. 26 miles in That Ol' Place will see to that, as will にほんごおべんきょします, SQL, followed by another 13 miles. The hooks and digs are coming along nicely, too, although Cap says (not to my face) that I need to keep my heels down. It would be nice to face the ring fear before the New Year, but patience is integral to that sort of success, too. Rhythm, you know. Rhythm. Impart your rhythm. blend with the pulse. - - - There's so much I miss. Current Music: Laura Veirs - "Pink Light", Saltbreakers (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 11th, 2007
9:51 pm	It BARKS at ZOMBIES! The MONKEY's late getting out of the house right now (as usual), but he really, REALLY needs to write this down before he forgets it. There are new housemates. One is a cool, hipster barista with borderline crazy eyes. The other is a muscley chef/EMT/G.I. Joe/fireman who showed us his assault rifle and P38 special the other night. There is an assault rifle. Semi-automatic. In the house. It's hefty. - - - So, G.I. Jo---- (ha!) was very humble in approaching each of the housemates about the guns. The MONKEY is not against gun ownership in principle, but he did prattle on and on about safety, how they are stored, and wanting to prevent accidents, theft and/or use of the weapons against the housies (due to a burglery turning into an armed robbery, for instance). G.I. Jo---- was very patient and listened to the MONKEY's concerns with compassion. Repeatedly. Because the MONKEY can't shut up. - - - Then G.I. Jo---- asked if his dog could live there. The MONKEY voted no, but said he wouldn't put up a big stink if the other housemates (and the landlady) wanted it. He just doesn't want to be responsible for it. Dog poop, yuck. - - - Last night the MONKEY saw Fido, a pretty good zombie satire. A lot slower than Shaun of the Dead, it is content to unravel slowly, never sinking into the chaos and pandemonium all zombie movies, satire or 'real' (Shaun included), inevetablely succumb to. On the walk home, the conversation went like this: MONKEY: Y'know, Seattle would be fucked in a zombie attack. (long pause) Yeah, we'd be totally fucked. NOT MONKEY (incredulous): You think there's going to be a zombie attack? MONKEY: We'd be totally fucked. NOT MONKEY: You don't think G.I. Jo---- would come to your rescue? MONKEY: Nah, I think he'd grab his guns, say 'Well, I'm gonna live off the land, (quick salute) good luck with everything!' NOT MONKEY: I think he would protect his housemates. (long pause) MONKEY: If there is a zombie attack, I'm sure going to wish I wasn't such a worrywart about the guns and the dog. I can see it now: 'Well, there's a whole bunch of zombies out there, sure wish we had some guns and a dog, don't you?! Sure would be nice if we had some guns and a dog, hmmm?! Some guns and a dog sure would be handy right about now, eh?!' NOT MONKEY: I don't understand why you'd need the d- MONKEY (quickly) 'It barks at zombies!' NOT MONKEY: Oooooooh... - - - 'It barks at zombies!' (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
4:24 pm	28 Yesterday was her birthday, and we spent it putting what remains into carefully labeled, taped-up boxes. The MONKEY let himself in before the others got there, and stared at the hole in the ceiling. He paced for awhile - start with the glassware? start with the books? start with the shoes? - before he decided to open some windows. Then he stared at the hole in the ceiling some more. Work here in the den, under the spectre of The Event? Work in the bedroom, where their lives swirled together in sleep and sex and clothes and dreams? The bathroom, that's the ticket. The MONKEY grabbed a garbage bag and began throwing out half-used deoderant, mostly empty tubes of scrubs, partly filled bottle of lotion. Can't donate those. Can't give those away. Squeezed up toothpaste? Toss it. Open shampoo? Toss it. When the others got there, one of the girls said simply and sagely: "He might want to remember how she smelled." The MONKEY moved onto the kitchen; wrapping glassware suddenly seemed a lot easier to figure out. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 11th, 2006
9:34 am	Boot In retrospect, it was probably - certainly? - inappropriate to plant a boot in the back passenger-side door of the car. But we were already in the crosswalk, the MONKEY was in the darkest, solemnest of moods, and the bitch tried to speed through her stoplight so she wouldn't have to wait a few extra seconds for us to cross Brooklyn Ave. The resonant, post-kick "thwunk" sure was satisfying, though. And seeing her middle finger held aloft made the MONKEY grin, knowing that the driver was Wrong and that there was Nothing She Could Do. Was she going to stop and confront the surly, sour, somber MONKEY? At 1:00 a.m.? DOUBTFUL. Then again, that realization stung the MONKEY a bit - there's been a lot of "Nothing We Could Do" being tossed around lately. He probably didn't kick it hard enough to make a dent. He probably only scuffed the car door, if that. Probably. - - - The Vivaldi sonata was easy - the MONKEY has played it for years, and nobody in attendance knew how it was supposed to sound, anyway, allowing the MONKEY to take all sorts of liberties with rhythm and tempo - and the filler "baroque" music was a breeze. Very effective. Somber, elegant, respectful, near regal. De Auld Resting Chair was difficult to keep in tune, possibly because that was the song that mattered the most, since it'll be played by her father in Ireland as well. Everyone said "it was lovely" - lovely was the word used most - and the MONKEY responded with "thank you" or "glad you enjoyed it" or, if it was a more musically inclined person or someone actually conversing and not merely paying a quick compliment in passing, "it was difficult to concentrate" as a way of apologizing for some of the really goofy, out-of-tune notes. Seeing the white haired, kindly Irish priest sing along to Fields of Athenrye was good, though. Like, with a capital G, like, it was Good. (The priest's disinterest in John Lennon's "Imagine" was unsurprising. At least, the MONKEY thinks it was disinterest; it didn't quite look like disapproval, but with the Catholics, who knows? Don't they disapprove of everything?) The MONKEY has had Fields of Athenrye on continuous loop in his head since Monday night. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 31st, 2005
1:19 pm	Perspective Thinking it's about time for a perspective shift, like, a full on turn-about, like, you know, just re-spin the whole silly thing. Kinda been thinking about how Spanish has the right idea, you know, cut out the pronouns, just get to the action already, stop navel gazing and verb this paragraph up. - - - Friday's gig was great. Low-key, a good dry run for the show Monday at The Hopvine, tiny yet supportive crowd, and fun. Wow, fun. Maybe a bit too many drinks afterwards, and maybe 28 is too old to be staying up until 5 a.m., sprawled on a hardwood kitchen floor talking about Very Important Things and Deep Issues and Things That Matter, framed by empty bottles of Amstel, but it can't be so bad because there's Blue Dawns to breathe in and absent hangovers are no doubt license to do it again. Saturday Stuff Got Done. Bike rides and swimming and mountains and a crisp lake and Jones Soda and ol' Electric Blue is going to be rockin' again, and something soon. The Third Wheel isn't always a bad place to be, especially when it leads to crazy Sodo drives and decktop BBQs overlooking Puget Sound and lotsa, lotsa laughs. Capitol Hill parties aren't a bad idea, either, and shakin' dat, shakin' dat, shakin' dat ass to Tiffany after vodka shots is the sweetest icing on a delicious cake. Tennesse liberals are surprisingly spineless, like, moreso than normal liberals. Those with backbones are "Progressives", by the by. Wear it proudly. And Sundays? Well, what was said above about absent hangovers being license for repetition? (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 4th, 2005
1:43 pm	Honesty Odd how the more you try to be honest with people, all people, all sorts of people, the stronger your honesty muscles get. Before you know it, it's like you don't know your own honesty strength, and you're kicking in doors and knocking down walls and tearing apart car frames with your huge, out of control honest bruteness, unable to reign it in, unable to focus your honesty power, unable to do anything to stop the pure flow of rampant, destructive truth. And, just like your muscles, if you just stop, somehow stop using that honesty, your honesty strength will deplete, will atrophy, and then you can go back to being an unhonest weakling. - - - The MONKEY wonders if people he previously considered stalkers/psychos/out-of-control were really just products of their honesty, prisoners of their own inability to control the strength of their truths. He wonders if truthfulness created Frankenstein-ian monsters. - - - Probably just psychos, though. Current Mood: Honest Current Music: Original Oddstep - Vert (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 4th, 2002
11:16 am	Not that snotty and snarky and righteous are NECESSARILY bad things... The MONKEY: Sorry 'bout that. Where were we? Mandy Lurker: I was agreeing that you aren't as snotty and snarky and righteous in real life as you sometimes seem on LJ. The MONKEY: Now THAT is something worth posting. Mandy Lurker: Okay then. (Comment on this)