Activ­i­ty report

I’m off today, it’s actu­al­ly pecu­liar how it got so ☀ warm out. There’s real­ly no pat­tern to weath­er now, it does its own thing. One week it might feel like an arc­tic blast from Cana­da, the next it feels like a heat wave and pre­ma­ture onset of spring. The pat­terns of my youth, as record­ed by my numer­ous jour­nals I’d kept were much more stricter and pre­dic­tive, to a fault. I could pluck out a par­tic­u­lar date on the cal­en­dar and tell you pre­cise­ly what the weath­er would/​should/​ought be like on any giv­en Sun­day for reals.

6am : made break­fast. Here is said break­fast, not my usu­al. I’m most­ly cof­fee and maybe a scone or a crois­sant kin­da guy, fol­lowed by a cup of tea and then a sec­ond cup of joe.

breakfast

6:45am : I start­ed rewatch­ing LOTR on Net­flix, because they decid­ed to sneak it in there. There’s real­ly not much hard­ly at all to watch nowa­days, and I’m kind of glad to be hon­est. It frees me up to being more cre­ative, pro­duc­tive, and focused on life, projects, and intel­lec­tu­al­ly tit­il­lat­ing pur­suits like writ­ing of course.

6:50am : show­er pow­er. My show­er rou­tine is rather sim­ple : wash with axe body soap, sham­poo, con­di­tion­er, then I use a almond body scrub fol­lowed by an exfo­li­at­ing cleanser. Just jok­ing ! Heh heh when­ev­er I swim over mun­dane details it reminds me of this scene out of Amer­i­can Psy­cho :

7am : I let stoops go pee in the alley, then feed him. New neigh­bor some white­boy named Dominick in apart­ment 2B is tak­ing a smoke break on the back porch, Stoops is sniff­ing his nether regions like a nosy dog is prone to do. Lat­er I did a quick swifter sweep of my dojo, it was get­ting quite ingra­ti­at­ed with his loose hair through­out. I’m research­ing for a more effec­tive yet eco­nom­i­cal brand of dog­food right now. I want some­thing that’s nutri­tious and healthy. Hard to deter­mine these days. I hear many crazy sto­ries about bad dog food with a ton of use­less junk in it.

7:30 – 8 am : I’ve been in a cre­ative slump late­ly, though I real­ly want to start pen­ning out some mad poet­ry and a few chap­ters in a book I’m plan­ning to get pub­lished some­day. I need­ed a good work­out so I hit T-25, my per­son­al train­er ShaunT. Actu­al­ly I tend to use xbox fit­ness evolved, a cool kin­nect work­out game but it ceased func­tion­ing entire­ly. I like T-25, you get a decent work­out and the moves are more con­densed and fun than his Insan­i­ty series.

Working out with ShaunT

Work­ing out with ShaunT

8am : took stoops to my pre­ferred park of choice near­by.

stoops

stoops, my canine pal

sea-of-strangers

Sea of Strangers by Lang Leav

9:30am Bought some thin­gies on Ama­zon, spend­ing a $50 gift card some­body had bequeathed me over Christ­mas. I most­ly just bought Japan­ese style notebooks/​journals/​pen/​and a poet­ry book called Sea of Strangers“ by Lang Leav. I was curi­ous because this girl is trend­ing in the lit­er­ary world so I want­ed to see how she wrote and such. The cov­er looks rather chick flick­ish, but I do remem­ber perus­ing some of her work at Barnes, and it seemed sol­id. Though I must say I didn’t actu­al­ly care for her book cov­ers that look like old­school type books and too col­or­ful and gim­micky. How­ev­er, I do sup­port asian artistes.

11:45 am : Lunch

lunch

Lunch : sim­ple blt and some Pro­gres­so lentil soup, with sparkling water and ruf­fles. I don’t always eat some­thing that looks like it was made for Iron Chef.

12:00 pm : cup of cof­fee. Brows­ing online, want­ed to get this rug for my dojo, it’s pret­ty expen­sive. Made in Nepal, hand woven, wool and bam­boo silk. Alas some­day.

wish-list-Rug

Some­thing I can’t afford right now, some­day maybe 🙂 a nice hand woven rug made in Nepal.

journal-spaarks

jour­nal-spaarks

12 – 1 : read­ing Jour­nal Sparks“ for self enter­tain­ing pur­pos­es. It’s actu­al­ly a fun book, some­thing of a mashup between writ­ing ideas for your jour­nal and artschool 101. These are pret­ty fun some­times, gives you some­thing to do such as doo­dling and prac­tic­ing cre­ativ­i­ty so that it becomes less of a dor­mant intel­lec­tu­al brain­fart and more hands on.

1 – 2:30pm : I crashed, took a pow­er­nap. I dreamed I was hav­ing lunch at Hoot­ers in Tokyo when sev­er­al Yakuza were hold­ing up the place, act­ing all gangs­ta. I took them out with my moves, and team Tokyo girls were cheer­ing me on. Yes, I was hav­ing a guy moment here, the hero of my own sto­ry, who wins the day. Then just after, a group of very mean white boy jocks who hate asian guys came in as well, and start­ed oogling the Japan­ese girls with Hey baby, me love you long time!“. I told them to take a hike and they all sur­round­ed me intent on teach­ing me a very vivid les­son, one I wouldn’t soon for­get. Yet instead of a bloody mas­sacre I went into bul­let time. Fast for­ward I had them all laid out on the ground. Don’t let me see you punks in here again, now scram, beat it!”

I must say I looked rather cool, my kung fu is excel­lent.

I was being a bum through­out the day, it’s a day off after all. Played chess on chess​.com, browsed a bit, try­ing to yank some fresh poet­ics out of me. You can’t rush genius, son. It takes time, I have to decon­struct and recon­struct, I have to do research, and get into genius mode.

5:20pm : sushi for din­ner, I haven’t had it in quite some time.

Sushi dinner

Sushi, yum­my