January 04, 2001: opened to me
Two indications that my friend Muk is not just a good person and a lovely soul but highly cool besides:
From Free Will Astrology Weekly:
MUK WINS THE HIGHLY METAPHORIC Post of the Week award for prevaricating this celeb-dream in the "Tell A Good Lie" section of the Personality Test bulletin boards. He or she boasts, "I had a torrid love affair with [singer/songwriter] Tom Waits. I met him in a local dive bar. e was traveling incognito, but I would know that voice anywhere -- when I heard him order a pint, I didn't even have to look to know that it was him. He liked my shoes. . . . I wonder if he remembers me. I still have a pair of his socks and a hat. I have to remember to show you that hat sometime." As the notoriously shy Mr. Waits lives in the vicinity of the FWA International Pink Farm Nerve Center and Tantric Spa, we can attest that he usually goes around town quite hatless indeed. We're not privy, however, to the state of his socks. . . .
One more thing that Muk sent me:
Dec 27, 2000 10:42 AM from Evermore to Idat
so i got stuck answering phones today and just had a huge problem connecting
Tom with Secretary Summers and then i was bummin and then a courier came and i
signed for it and he said "is your last name Evermore" and I said yes and he
said the big one is for me and then I find that it's all full of food and
goodies from the beautiful girl in Seattle and now I'm happy and dancing Muk
and I'm dancing in front of our big glass front door and people are looking
funny at me but I don't care because I'm feeling the love from Seattle!!!!
Thank you!!!!! :) :) :) :)
[Mail> msg #6504
I think that's possibly the best thank-you note I've *ever* gotten. Muk is so cool. (Muk can be seen here, at the bottom of the page.)
"Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me."
—Anaïs Nin
I'm in the process of writing a letter to myself, something I want to do from now on in the first week of every year. Something to mark the beginning of the year, something to hand down to my family when I'm older and they want to know what my life was like when I was young.
Part of the letter (after the whole State of the Kris address) is my list of things I want to do this year.
Among them are:
Learn how to crimp my own Ethernet cable. Damnit. I *will* do this this year.
Put together a manuscript for a chapbook of my poetry. My self-imposed deadline for this is March 30th, 2001. And then I am actually going to *publish* the thing. I am, I am, I am.
Keep up with my workout schedule. Start eating better and actually start *respecting* my body. This is a reasonably tall order, so it's a goal more than a resolution.
Keep up with the people I love, and make an effort to see everyone on a regular basis.
Realize when I've overcommitted myself. Develop the ability to say "no."
Visit G and Ragged Robin in May (that would be Minnesota and Iowa) and go to Icon (in Iowa) in October.
Help my parents clean out the attic in March.
Keep the house at least reasonably clean, if not pristine all the time.
Take time to myself, breathe, and realize that my inner life needs tending as much as my outer one.
I think that's it.
Journal highlights of 2000:
the terrible little maybe was the story of me falling in love with Ragged Robin. I let myself be fearful in celebrate the contradiction. cuts and dents, they catch the light was me remembering someone who impacted my life in a serious way--and not for good. fallen to earth was a fictional outtake. My cat reveals his feral side in the killer. sonic dildo is the story of my pelvic ultrasound. I talk with the divine in little delusion. A coyote, a habanero pepper, and seven years of history inhabit automatic steeple. I write a letter to an absent friend in the smell of snow. I get something I've always wanted in wings. full of sunset is about sunsets and cats. I talk about fear and belonging in a place in the heavens. And I reflect on being a kid in what it means to be free.
Last night was sushi with Karawynn, tonight is Tower Books and possibly cooking with Chris and Misha, Friday is dinner with Torin and Cinday, and Saturday and Sunday are unplanned as yet.
When did I get so busy again?
But *oh*, I'm having a good time. Happy bouncy shiny Kris is me.
By the way, I gutted and redid /idat/. I'm still chasing down some missing images, so some stuff will remain broken for the moment, but I'm getting it back together. Hopefully, when I'm done, all will be sane. Yis.
