Girl on the BART

From Oakland International/Coliseum station

Me: the guy sitting alone, texting novels, at the end of an empty train on a sunny but hazy Friday afternoon through the bowels of Oakland and into the City.

You: with two guy friends and one piece of luggage. You kept looking at me and cracking a wicked smile. You giggled when we both popped our ears as the train lowered under the bay.

You strongly resemble Paizley Adams, and if you know who that is and think it's funny, destiny is calling us...

(posted, SF CL MC, 4/29/06)

Another Tuesday, Another Self-Portrait

I wish I was in this bathroom instead

bathroom 4 

bathroom 3 

Bathroom Series 2 

Bathroom Mirror Series 

Vegas in Four Haikus

aged nubile
stoic, sterile, throbbing dance
spearmint rhino

every breast if fake
every girl programable
gets boring quickly

don't be gluttonous
wasn't that a commandment?
viva las vegas

who's living simply?
extreme americana
sigh... terrorism

Would you think less of me if I had $20 of "quality time" with an Oklahoman ballerina while in Vegas?

She dropped her clothes with "hello!" and started her standard routine.

Thimble hips and dainty-toed, she pranced over the drop-jawed seated and only partially inebriated circle of momentary bachelors.

There were bursts of Rochmaninov and pulses of hip-hop and a pulsating thrust of "can you handle this? have you had enough?"

Their trousers all peaked, glued freightened to their seats at a delicate tempest of sexuality.

She danced on their shoulders, used their tongues as a tight rope, and spun on their noses with her alibaster skin and the sweetest smelling sin. In the end, she challenged: "Well guys, who wants more?"

Self-Protrait Tuesday

I took this this weekend. It's not strictly adhering to the guidelines
of SPT this month (April Fools) but hey, it's my first Tuesday submission...

For more info, check out:

http://selfportraittuesday.blogspot.com/

PS- Now that you've seen mine, do I have to ask for something in return...?

Some photos of Cuba 

Today, I thought I'd post some photos 

More Dreams

Last night I dreamed I constructed a simple glider/balloon/parachute.
It resembled my clothe shopping bag I take to Trader Joes, though slightly larger (and only slightly larger).
I put it over my head, bag end down like a chute, and the winds would pick up. I did it first with some running jumps and skips, and found that the bag would carry me with every jump. Then I just decided to float. I took some giant steps and jumped UP! and found myself floating.
I floatied over my hometown, using the handle of the bag as a seat, steering with my forearms. Then I'd land a few blocks away, and I did it again.
And again.
And again.
I did this all night long.

Also, I remembered the dream from a few nights ago: I was going to Havana via Vancouver, but in Van, the flight was canceled. I turned to some personel, and he said I'd get a full refund and a comp ticket. I said, "But I'm going to Havana", and he said, "oh, if that's the case..."
With a few swipes of his magical pen, he hand me on a flight to Havana, via San Diego, Dallas, and Miami.
I wasn't prepared, and thought, "I'll just get some money at an ATM in Miami".
I slept most of the way (it was a dream) and when I woke up, I was in Havana.
I went straught to my friend Mario's house. He was surprised to see me. I was glad to see him. But I forgot to get money [Americans can't get money in Cuba] as well as my camera, so I said, "I have to go back. I'll just jump on a quick flight back and be right back..."