Sounding My Barbaric Yawp

Today I really needed a primal scream. And I was painfully aware that there is No Where On Earth that I can have my primal scream. At least not without a Zipcar, some trail mix, and my hiking boots. And then I needed a primal scream even more.

In college, during the week before finals when there were no classes and everyone was buckled down studying for exams, we had an official campus-wide primal scream. People would just stop what they were doing at 9pm on Saturday night, open the window and

ROAAAARRRRAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GGGGGRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRR

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHRRRRRAAAAAAA

It's the only space I've ever had like that, and at the time I didn't take enough advantage of it. Mine was an anemic scream. Mmmaahhhhhhhhhh. Like that.

I had a friend freshman year who would occasionally get so pent up that he'd let out a spontaneous primordial roar in inappropriate places. Once he did it in the men's restroom at the library. People were around. They stared. He didn't care. He didn't end up murdering anyone, either.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break. - Katharina, Taming of the Shrew

And now, the drawerings.

To Infinity and Beyond

Back from a month-long drawering hiatus. Spent a couple of blissful weeks vacationing in a faraway land, catching up with dear friends, meeting sweet strangers, drinking from bodies of water I shouldn't be drinking from. Petted lots of cows, sketched two tiny pictures with a ballpoint pen, reflected on this awful city I temporarily call home. We go away to see more clearly the things that are close to us.

The most valuable Pacifics we explore will always be the vast expanses within us, and the most important Northwest Crossings the thresholds we cross in the heart.
- Pico Iyer, "Why We Travel"

Oh man. She had a six-pack!

Claudia Redux

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
-Hafiz of Shiraz

"Is that a man with boobs?" she asked.

No.
No, it's not.

Thanks for asking.

Separated at birth?

I Found Emptiness, And Then It Was Gone

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.

-Rumi, "Where Everything Is Music"

The Most Beautiful Man On Earth

Today's practice: A meditation on lust.

"Great Tits"

It's His Birthday. He's 85.

 

I Saw Her On the Subway

She pretended she didn't know me.

She Dances She Dances

 

This Is Becoming A Regular --

Claudia

Ed's Favorite Model

 

We Drank, We Drew