tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50348642012-01-26T08:41:13.054-08:00Life In A Tree HouseYOUR LIFE, AS SEEN FROM MY TREEHOUSEShirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13452788517524204485noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-949568732003-05-27T14:02:00.000-07:002003-05-27T14:02:49.493-07:00we are all moving in circles, around one another. we are all adrift on a tide of foamy nothingness, waiting for the flood to come and sweep us away. we never knew it would be like this, that the greenery trees and sparkling waves would betray us, and fade into empty sunset. that the vividness of life could ever be replaced by colorless ivory, stretching far into the horizon. we never knew that Shirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13452788517524204485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-893244912003-02-18T12:16:00.000-08:002003-05-08T04:11:52.000-07:00life seems slightly aimless at the moment, one day fading into another and fading into evening, only your books and memories to keep you company. lying on your bed smoking, you try desperately to forget the past, but faces flash through your brain, and you feel like you're back. back in high school, your long hair loose and tucked under a scarf, sucking in the smoke from a quick cigarette in daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-891538632003-02-15T11:45:00.000-08:002003-02-15T12:08:22.000-08:00they keep postponing the damn war.
i'm so tense, every morning i wake up expecting to see mass destruction and people dying of bubonic plague in the middle of the streets, but no! i mean isnt that what they PROMISED???
well here's one theory about wars, and how we can cut corners for a better economy. he's got my vote.
i say elect him for president.
daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-891526332003-02-15T11:10:00.000-08:002003-02-15T11:10:04.630-08:00for those of you who speak german, this is a first-class website. i myself can barely understand it, but its sophistication and suave urbanity come through with ease, breaking through the language barrier like nothing i've seen before.daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-890911952003-02-14T06:06:00.000-08:002003-02-14T06:07:12.000-08:00The Return Of The Cell Phone (Part 1)
once upon a time there was a girl named sally who had a cell phone. it wasnt the most advanced one on the market, but it was hers and she loved it and it was easy to use and even though she dropped it no less than six times a day, it never broke.
then one day she got a new job, and she was very happy. but in her new job they said she had to have another daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-890299962003-02-13T05:19:00.000-08:002003-02-13T05:19:33.313-08:00as you can see, i've just now learned how to link sites. all the work of my patient webmaster, She.
a round of applause, please. i vow that if anybody can teach me even the most basic of html programming, they DESERVE all praise from anybody who knows it.daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-890298822003-02-13T05:16:00.000-08:002003-02-13T05:16:01.123-08:00i feel like everyone should be reading The Brunching Shuttlecocks. all day.
i myself just spent the better part of three hours going through the site.
the trick is to go to the homepage and then click on Random Page and just see what comes up. i mean these guys are GOOD. really good.daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-890029582003-02-12T16:47:00.000-08:002003-02-13T05:12:28.000-08:00here is my discourse on True Love.
is it a feeling that can still hit you, can still break down your carefully erected walls, even when you have trained yourself, or been trained, not to feel anything at all?
can it blast through your layers of cynicism and invulnerability, even when you dont want it to? even as you beg it not to?
or is it a feeling that has to be allowed inside?
they say that adaniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-889677892003-02-12T03:57:00.000-08:002003-02-12T03:57:37.123-08:00life in my treehouse is slowing down. winter has arrived, and the market for amateur beaded necklaces has dropped dangerously low. in economics i believe its called the law of supply and demand. i'm SUPPLYING, but theres no demand. i'm stuck with millions of infuriating little beads, and lots of unsold necklaces dangling from my wooden roof.
i've begun a philosophical study of palm trees, daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-889068992003-02-11T04:01:00.000-08:002003-02-11T04:01:04.720-08:00i'm beginning to feel decidedly useless, hanging around this weird blog-space. just that word, "blog", forces me to visualize weird green gooey people with hundreds of rolling eyes and burbling lips and some strange yellow land where they all live and go about their bloggy little lives. its beginning to creep me out, i wont lie to you. every time i close my eyes i can see them descending on medaniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-889066282003-02-11T03:51:00.000-08:002003-02-11T04:02:51.000-08:00i wonder what heaven's all about.
it may be whatever it is on earth you imagine heaven to be.
desires fulfilled, even empty ones. desires fulfilled so completely that youre shaken at the hollowness you feel inside.
hollow desires, hollow fulfillment.
most of the stuff our dreams are made of, is air and wisps of nothing. puffed out like cereal. made to look bigger, so much bigger, than they daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888507632003-02-10T06:27:00.000-08:002003-02-10T06:31:24.000-08:00i keep going to the piano and playing the same song over and over.
nothing ever goes away, and sometimes the futility hits you like a big lamp, the kind that you put in the living room and it stands by itself... all those big things, infinity, futility, endlessness, sameness, greyness, they hit you like one of those lamps. at the back of the head. almost knocking you out, but not quite. daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888501962003-02-10T06:13:00.000-08:002003-02-10T06:13:56.370-08:00The sea it swells like a sore head and the night it is aching
Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed
And the day it is breaking
On rainy days we'd go swimming out
On rainy days swimming in the sound
On rainy days we'd go swimming out
You're in my mind all of the time
I know that's not enough
If the sky can crack there must be someway back
For love and only love
daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888492972003-02-10T05:50:00.000-08:002003-02-10T05:50:40.186-08:00this day is like one long time-warp. the same song on the radio, a cup of lukewarm coffee at my elbow that keeps almost tipping over, always a half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, and the same grey outside every time i turn to the window. i'm beginning to feel dizzy at the sameness of it all. soon it will be night.
daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888431842003-02-10T02:23:00.000-08:002003-02-10T02:23:25.026-08:00i just woke up.
obviously its raining.
so i'm half-asleep, trying to get that first coffee down my throat, and i light a cigarette. so i have this new lighter that acts up sometimes, but today it pushed its limits. it burned my eyelashes off. on my left eye. this has never happened to me before, and i have to ask myself - why today?
i cant even take vengeance and throw it away, because its daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888196732003-02-09T16:00:00.000-08:002003-02-09T16:00:35.183-08:00i would just like to set the record straight.
not all of my entries are going to be about treehouses.
i wont even mention treehouses in some roundabout, obscure way anymore.
maybe sometimes.
but let me explain. and this is the last you will hear of it.
when i was in school, i used to have this crazy idea - that someday, when i was done with twelfth grade, diploma in hand, i would board a plane daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888191262003-02-09T15:46:00.000-08:002003-02-09T15:46:22.746-08:00i've been hanging around this windy town, and its raining and prague seems like a good option right about now. kafka is from prague, and someone clever made a book with romanticized pictures of the city, and seemingly irrelevant kafka quotes at the bottom of each page. well, it did the trick, thats all i can say. i sat in front of an old-fashioned heater, cross-legged on the floor, and turned daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034864.post-888185432003-02-09T15:31:00.000-08:002003-02-09T15:35:23.000-08:00so this is my new blog!
i always thought tree houses must be fun.
and to those of you who will undoubtedly question whether i REALLY live in a treehouse (how would i get a computer up there anyways, you ask)... well i have just this to say:
sometimes our treehouses are metaphysical.daniellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16113878454395298846noreply@blogger.com