Today I, by M

feel like an assortment of coins sitting strangly in a wineglass full of jelly beans. It's a colorful, and enjoyable thing to be a part of, but I feel out of place.

Today I, by M

feel like one of those walking miniature robots who is shiny and silver with a red racing stripe down my back and glitter stickers and a puffy paint heart and i'm waddling down a slick wood hallway but i catch myself on a corner and keep walking but in place. Also i think the glitter sticker is ill placed as it obscures my robot laser vision.

Today I, by M

feel like the book i spent like weeks listening to had the suckiest most idiotic end ever. It was literally justfuckingridiculous. Makes me resent listening to the slow cadence of the narrator and the pointless meandering descriptions. I mean seriously.

Besides that I feel pretty good- sort of like a neon pink race car that has been left in the overgrown grass. It's really nice but i'm not getting anywhere where i need to go and if i stay much longer i might get run over by a mower, hit by a weedwhacker or gnawed on by a dog.

Today I, by M

feel like a scuba diver going thru an industrial complex and as I peer into the open I am confused by the sight of a japanese garden and the comorants gliding by me in the water. I get out of the water and there's this gardener noisly trimming grass and i think this is ridiculous but the sound the bamboo is making is gorgeous so I end up falling asleep with a glass of iced tea and the phone to my ear. It doesn't occur to me till later that I should probably take off my flippers.

Spot On, by M.

Lately i've been feeling a bit burdened by documentation, keeping up with photo albums mostly, printing pics, making sure they're all saved and organized, but the same goes with documenting my life on the blog I think and all the various activities and awesomeness I do- but the blog, its been more about communicating, not documenting, esp to penelope, but the two are twins sometimes and documenting is bullying communicating then communicating gets fed up and sulks in a corner. And then there's nobody getting nothing done over here. Which is why for the month of April you will continue to see 'today, i' posts- unless i really feel moved to relate something-- which is the case at this moment.

I'm reading 'Human Bondage'- by Somerset Maugham, which is a grim title and I feel the book itself might be grim though i am only half way in. I found 2 quotes that I relate to so completely in my belief if not the fact that i've said the very same things almost word for word in relating my thoughts to other people- which is cool to find in a book and one of the joys of reading if i may say as much.

(on love, art and money)

1: "(There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one's means of livelihood. I have nothing but contempt for the people that despise money. They are hypocrites or fools.) Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make complete use of the other 5. . . you will hear people say that poverty is the best spur to the artist. They have never felt the iron of it in their flesh. They do not know how mean it makes you. It exposes you to endless humiliation, it cuts your wings, it eats into your soul like a cancer. It is not wealth one asks for but just enough to perserve one's dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank, and independent..."

2. 'They stared at one another, forgetting that people surrounded them. He went straight up to her, and she moved a little toward him. Both felt the formality of introduction was out of place. He spoke to her. "I've been looking for you all my life," he said. "You've come at last," she murmured. '

Today I, by M

feel like a metallic purple ball, about the size of a basketball. i'm hovering about 80ft in the air against a hazy blue sky. Every few minutes I lose loftness and fall about 20ft and come back up again. There doesn't seem to be any one else uphere with me.

Bonus Photos.

Today I, by M

feel like a white steering wheel in the middle of a grassy green field that slopes with the hills and valleys. i'm glossy.

Today I, by M

feel like a girl with pigtails with wide-eyes staring up at the ginormous pile of eggs she had to paint before she could flee the castle. The eggs of course were bright red.

Today I, by M

feel like I'm a party popper but for a giant, and when he pulls the string, streamers shoot out and then they turn into yellow long-tailed birds and fly off into the blue sky.