tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37313252011-04-21T16:11:01.849-07:00postcards from van nuysspasticblue's second homematteonoreply@blogger.comBlogger1461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1065748360199018822003-10-09T18:12:00.000-07:002003-10-09T18:38:54.836-07:00tout est bleu
spastic | blue is back.
matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1063602931861681142003-09-14T22:15:00.000-07:002003-09-14T22:15:31.860-07:00you spin me 'round
today, i bought spinning shoes.
yes, that makes me one of the serious spinners. not quite at the level of the bike shorts and tour de france jersey (and jesus better come at me with a big stick if i ever do), but i'm right below that. no more training wheels for matteo. i've got my neon blue and yellow shoes that just stick to the pedals all bys themselves. they are so uglymatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1063251906170157642003-09-10T20:45:00.000-07:002003-09-10T20:45:06.176-07:00everything old is blue again
no, this is not some dumb add for a financial company. and no, i'm not off to vancouver with my trainer.
bleu is back. october 9.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1063251436922801142003-09-10T20:37:00.000-07:002003-09-10T20:37:16.920-07:00bravura
if not for the fact that there isn't a camera crew following me around daily, i would have a hard time believing i am not on a gay reality tv show.
i need to find a new social scene.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1060477892667841652003-08-09T18:11:00.000-07:002003-08-09T18:11:32.666-07:00what goes aroundfriendster may be dead, but i'm sure there will be some lingering after-effects for a long while.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1060162583090342392003-08-06T02:36:00.000-07:002003-08-06T02:36:23.063-07:00blue mooni was thinking of writing.and i was looking at the moon and the stars.and i wondered what good would it do to fill the void?so silence remains.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1059426510149190482003-07-28T14:08:00.000-07:002003-07-28T14:08:30.123-07:00noi haven't gone away. i'm right here, biding my time.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1057653386565032002003-07-08T01:36:00.000-07:002003-07-08T01:36:26.460-07:00workin' 9 to 5
one day, maybe someday soon, life will return to normal. the flow will ebb, the wax will wane, the sunrise will set. and i can get a full nights sleep and have enough time for such luxuries as laundry and eating.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-1056659088203889442003-06-26T13:24:00.000-07:002003-06-26T13:25:09.233-07:00mayflower
the pilgrims left england, so it is said, because they were religiously persecuted. everyone in elementry school learns of their plight. they don't tell you how reactionary protestants took over the english governtment after the revolt against king charles. and they don't tell you how they were so socially oppressive, that parliament asked the royal family to come back. and so they matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-960061542003-06-24T22:36:00.000-07:002003-06-24T22:36:03.453-07:00be very quiet
i'm secretly plotting to murder my roommate. shhhhhh. don't tell anyone.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-957457672003-06-17T00:28:00.000-07:002003-06-17T00:28:30.740-07:00jesus was a 'mo
that is all.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-956680662003-06-14T13:02:00.000-07:002003-06-14T13:02:49.000-07:00appendix d
i wish speech came with footnotes. because sometimes, i feel like there should be some sort of guide or dictionary to cultural references i could carry around with me and hand people when they look confused. that way, when i make a joke about frederick the great, i'd just have to say, "page 256, reference 96b." it would make me so much funnier.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-956230112003-06-13T02:19:00.000-07:002003-06-13T02:19:38.203-07:00animalia
we're just animals, after all. when culture has you down, when your super ego is being a bitch, when the collective unconscious is a bore, when legacy of adam and eve is too much to bear, just remember: we're nothing but a collection of self-propegating cells. a mere chemical process.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-955361352003-06-10T21:44:00.000-07:002003-06-10T21:46:38.000-07:00ever delusional hope
Nella cupa notte vola un fantasma iridescente.
Sale e spiega l'ale sulla nera infinita umanità.
Tutto il mondo l'invoca e tutto il mondo l'implora.
Ma il fantasma sparisce coll'aurora
per rinascere nel cuore.
Ed ogni notte nasce
ed ogni giorno muore!
matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-951091652003-05-30T21:31:00.000-07:002003-05-30T21:31:01.450-07:00complimentary fruit basket
i don't know what crack jefferson was smoking, but there sure ain't anything romantic about farm country.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-950207192003-05-28T20:52:00.000-07:002003-05-28T20:52:41.093-07:00water on the brain
my great great grandfather was the first president of the marin medical society. when my great grandmother was pregnant with my grandfather, the good doctor told his daughter not to scrub the floors, or the baby would be born with water on the brain. whether or not this story is true is unknown, but it has become part of the family lore.
he might have also reminded her to getmatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-949402372003-05-27T07:10:00.000-07:002003-05-27T07:10:43.000-07:007 a.m. epiphany
i can't decide if i'm an inherently boring person, or if it's just that i haven't taken my shower yet.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-949397322003-05-27T06:57:00.000-07:002003-05-27T15:51:18.000-07:00looking back at ivory
sometimes i miss pure academia. i miss being surrounded by pretentious people who quote aristotle and comte at the drop of a book bag. god knows i rolled my eyes enough at my alma mater, but i do feel a little nostalgia for her. a lot of this past weekend, while purely visceral and enjoyable, prompted thoughts and ideas which contected to discussions i had three or four matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-948930992003-05-26T04:48:00.000-07:002003-05-27T06:57:06.000-07:00rise up
i can't quite decide if i was on good behavior or bad behavior this weekend. i suppose since none of us are messianic archetypes, nor are we absolute satanists, i am a healthy mix of angel and demon. well, healthy from a pragmatic hedonist's point of view, at least.
rise up, put your faith in jesus.
i know the combination of a heated swimming pool and copious amounts of alcohol is not matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-948556852003-05-25T02:36:00.000-07:002003-05-25T02:36:23.920-07:00murder on the dancefloor
party management rule no. 437 states that at no time should one throw popsicles at the audience in a crowded dance hall. the popsicles hurt upon contact and, after hitting the floor, they melt and cause the floor to be first slippery and then sticky.
rule no. 438 of course stipulates that one should always place a bowl of condoms and lube by the entrance for your quests'matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-948004722003-05-23T13:06:00.000-07:002003-05-23T13:06:14.683-07:00why history is a crock of shit
i have come up with three or four interpretations of my date last night. all of them were solidly based upon the events of the evening and all of them contradict each other. which just proves the point that all action is ambiguity and trying to understand this world is a vain and futile attempt to bring meaning into an pointless existence, and i might as well end matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-947578022003-05-22T15:34:00.000-07:002003-05-22T15:34:34.666-07:00geo-cultural politics
in friendster, have you noticed that all the new yorkers look bored, wear dark colors, and affect a punk or an otherwise (pseudo)subversive attitude? and all of the angelenos are smiling, bare chested, and tan?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-947289062003-05-22T02:15:00.000-07:002003-05-22T02:24:20.000-07:00ich und elaine
i don't get german. my ancestors spoke it all the time, but by the time i was born, the family spoke mostly english and all i really learned were words like oma and opa and esse! german grammar seems almost archaic, and the language relies heavily on harsh glotal consanents; neither of which impresses this romantic. i can follow some very basic conversations, and if pressed i matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-947273802003-05-22T01:06:00.000-07:002003-05-22T01:06:51.400-07:00i'm being followed
does everyone in weho have a blog now?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-946224792003-05-20T00:42:00.000-07:002003-05-20T00:42:32.383-07:00all is full of love
weak and strong. short and long-lived. passionate and amicable. loud and calm. bitter and happy. jealous and generous. strained and flowing. waxing and waning. hopeful and unrequited. eager and tempered. imagined and real. manipulative and manipulated. dependant and benevolent. hidden and brazen. material and spiritual. lustful and ecstatic. fervent and tepid.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-944308382003-05-15T21:33:00.000-07:002003-05-15T21:33:44.466-07:00s'en cacher
speaking of the internet community, it's been interesting how my social life and online life have begun to overlap more. or rather, i'm discovering that many of the people i know and run into on street i also find writing journals online. i was always a little bummed that los angeles didn't have the blog communities that new york and san francisco did. but i'm now hesitant to matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-944303282003-05-15T21:21:00.000-07:002003-05-15T21:21:19.466-07:00clique cliche
apparently, friendster is all the rage now. i've been on for months, which i guess makes me old school (or a dork...or both).
it's a little bit popularity contest, a little bit meat market, and a little bit community center. i think it has proven most beneficial to me in getting to know better some people i only see in passing. i don't even have half the people i know on my list,matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-944035752003-05-15T11:31:00.000-07:002003-05-15T11:31:21.390-07:00cruise control
i am bartending my sister's twenty-first birthday party. i am so getting my mother drunk.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-943180982003-05-14T01:58:00.000-07:002003-05-14T01:58:56.186-07:00pennies from heaven
don't you hate it when you get what you want, and you have no fucking clue what to do with it?
me neither.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-940727882003-05-09T13:51:00.000-07:002003-05-09T13:51:38.086-07:00mon beau bistro
it's a dirty little building where spring and main converge. a little triangle in the middle of the garment district. a few blocks away, rows of motion picture palaces now house discount retailers, gem merchants, and evangelical churches. the poor and the homeless share the sidewalks with fashion designers and showroom clerks. and in the shadow of the mart, sits this brick matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-939166832003-05-07T02:00:00.000-07:002003-05-07T02:00:15.840-07:00insomnia
i was going to write something about desire. in fact, i did--as i was sitting in the cafe, watching the cute math student leisurely study his text. it started off romantic and then went philosophical and eventually fell into the psycho-anthropological.
but i won't recount it for you tonight kiddies. no romantic angst disguised as social theory for you! i'm just going to curl up in mymatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-938513752003-05-06T01:51:00.000-07:002003-05-06T01:51:07.540-07:00the best laid plans
i don't know why i do it since it is so damn expensive and the service is so bad. but i do. everytime i meet someone at the cinerama dome, we have drinks. the arclight reminds me of a train station--the lobby is a huge affaire with a news stand, and time tables, and a bar, and a concierge, and a huge clock watching over it all. the design is little muddled, but it has somematteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-936766382003-05-02T15:42:00.000-07:002003-05-02T15:42:17.590-07:00is that all you blighter's can do?
i hate to write. well, not really. i do enjoy composition. it just hate setting it down on paper. which, you see, is odd seeing as how i keep a journal, write articles, and edited two literary magazines at one point. which is why, in these dire economic times, i have decided to go back to the written word to supplement my income. but no matter how hard i matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-935882842003-05-01T04:01:00.000-07:002003-05-01T04:01:00.670-07:00sedussa
topics of conversation that, when discussed at a dance club, will not get you laid:
pharmacutical formularies
legal career recruiting
justice as a legal structure
the branches and methodologies of anthropologymatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-934530992003-04-29T00:58:00.000-07:002003-04-29T00:58:45.326-07:00daisies and daffodiles
wherein our hero discusses his romantic fantasies and revels in his inner little girl.
there's this boy, you see. he works at my gym. which is a whole other can of worms which i won't get into except to say that the locker room is like a diet coke commerical gone wild. anyway. back to my boy.
well, he's not my boy. in fact, i don't know much about him. he has matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-932907102003-04-26T04:05:00.000-07:002003-04-26T04:05:04.716-07:00a monk's life
i'm tired of superficial relationships. i'm tired of sex. i'm tired of unrequited desire. i'm tired of love. i'm tired of people.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-932313562003-04-25T02:36:00.000-07:002003-04-25T02:42:30.000-07:00in another life
we used to drink red wine, though we were too young. we would discuss varieties--though we shouldn't have had experience enough to know the difference. lisa and i would talk about wineries in the napa and along the coast--places we'd been but had only sampled the cheese and grape juice. though on those crisp new english evenings, up on the fourth floor, we sampled some in spitematteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-932309272003-04-25T02:19:00.000-07:002003-04-25T02:20:51.000-07:00hear the whippoorwill
blue moon
you saw me standing alone.
without a dream in my heart.
without a love of my own.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-932256742003-04-24T23:21:00.000-07:002003-04-24T23:21:07.096-07:00lorelei lee has left the building
madonna is a dead horse.
please beat her.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-929717632003-04-21T00:40:00.000-07:002003-04-21T00:40:28.890-07:00the foul and the fingering
for all of you fans of vin diesel, i'd just like to let you know: he is unabashedly heterosexist (with an emphasis on sexist), he sings of key, he cannot dance, and he has bad breath.
oh, and he can't act.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-928123852003-04-17T19:01:00.000-07:002003-04-17T19:01:51.450-07:00welcome conventioneers
hello and welcome. now that you've seen my nether regions, please come inside and enjoy my neuroses.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-927623852003-04-16T22:48:00.000-07:002003-04-16T22:48:40.543-07:00wheat
as a child, one of my favorite movies was woody allen's love and death, wherein wheat as an existentialist metaphor plays a tiny role. in fact, i wrote a short story--a pastiche if you will--about dining with mister allen and wheat. the story eventually garnered me a scholarship to a small liberal arts college, which i rejected--an act for which i will be forever indebted (literally) to matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-926029082003-04-14T13:14:00.000-07:002003-04-14T23:46:25.000-07:00baptism
i keep my window open almost all the time. i can because i live in southern california and that, along with yoga and soy milk and berry smoothies, sustains us in our quest for nirvana. my window sill is wet today from the rain, but the sweet smell of water mixed with flora is aphrodisiatic.
i suppose there was a time in my life when i hated the rain. when it came after me with a matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-924096102003-04-10T22:19:00.000-07:002003-04-10T22:19:54.200-07:00et n'oubliez pas...
je vous aime et je vous embrasse
je n'ai été qu'un météore ...matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-923819762003-04-10T13:38:00.000-07:002003-04-10T21:46:29.000-07:00paging doktor freud
i am not skinny. i am svelte.
i am not short. i am well-proportioned.
i am not immature. i am youthful.
i am not late. i am fashionable.
i am not forgetful. i am nirvanic.
i am not quiet. i am pensive.
i am not shy. i am prudent.
i am not pedantic. i am exacting.
i am not lazy. i am contemplative.
i am not different. i am original.
i am not neurotic. i am matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-921680622003-04-07T12:34:00.000-07:002003-04-12T00:32:50.000-07:00rites of spring
it once was a convention in the social world that one does not where white shoes during the fall and winter seasons. and i'm sure there are neighborhoods in new york and boston where wearing white prada loafers in january would bring scandal. in los angeles, the coming of spring is probably hard for outsiders to note. we wear white all year long, there are no spring showers (matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-920204652003-04-04T19:29:00.000-08:002003-04-04T19:29:08.936-08:00calendar
last night i went out with the fabulous econ chick, the second in what appears to be a long line of dancing queens from caltech. we hit smack!, which i'm sad to say has fallen upon hard times since it once was at felt. after waiting foreeeeeehhhhhver for my credit card, being overcharged, and having to endure the tired and unwitty jokes of a waiter (whom i've met several times and matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-920083312003-04-04T14:26:00.000-08:002003-04-04T14:26:17.590-08:00atomic theory
gone are the celestial spheres. angels no longer push the moon and direct the stars. the hosts of heaven have been replaced by the pull of matter and the forces of fission and fusion. hurtling forward through space, the planets travel their eliptical orbits, pulled in all directions by the sun, by each other, by the milky way, and by other galazies. constantly coliding with matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-919359492003-04-03T12:55:00.000-08:002003-04-03T12:55:19.670-08:00dream a little dream
when i was little (it was before my 5th birthday--i know because we were still living in our first house), i was watching donahue and he was discussing the ever-so-important issue of male stripping. and it was then that i began my obsession with becoming an exotic dancer.
it wasn't until i was all grown up that i realize that i didn't want to be a dancer, i just wanted to matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-919035662003-04-03T01:17:00.000-08:002003-04-03T01:17:12.356-08:00too too solid flesh
i've been far too serious over here lately. which is not so true in life. as cassy says, i'm a little hooker. so, here i provide a list of places, compartments, vehicles, and other abodes wherein my flesh has melted in another's arms (or mouth, as the case may be).
bedroom, shower, steam room, kitchen, balcony, living room, chevy z24, fly loft (hasty pudding), bermuda, matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-917902322003-04-01T12:10:00.000-08:002003-04-01T12:10:02.750-08:00days go by
the sun still rose on saturday. as it did on sunday, and yesterday, and today. and as it will tomorrow and for tomorrows to come. it will die one day, but its life is far to vast to be comprehended by our brief presence. the ocean still flows south along the coast, and the winds still travel east. the weather cares not for human events. spring is unfolding all over the northern matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-915813692003-03-28T18:43:00.000-08:002003-03-28T18:43:13.090-08:00the reports of my birth are exaggerated
oh, and by the way, i am still alive. apparently some of you dear readers (what! you're still here?) think i have died and gone to hell. unfortunately for you, i haven't. i've just been busy being existential and worrying and being borderline angsty.
well, that is gonna stop. i'm gonna start smiling again. i'm gonna soak up the sunshine and feel the matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-915804652003-03-28T18:20:00.000-08:002003-03-28T18:20:28.920-08:00metadiagnosis
is thinking that you're going insane a sign of going insane?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-913991482003-03-25T23:47:00.000-08:002003-03-25T23:47:48.090-08:00null set
i'm supposed to be cleaning my bathtub right now. but i'm not. i'm supposed to be changing my sheets. but i'm not. i'm supposed to be running on the treadmill. i'm supposed to be laying off carbs. i'm supposed to be writing, organizing, producing.
but i'm not.
i'm consuming. music, movies, books, treats, alcohol. boys. indulging in material things because my heart is numb and mymatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-909172562003-03-18T03:49:00.000-08:002003-03-18T03:52:20.000-08:00what is there to say?
passion is fleeting, but so is love
it is far easier to destroy than create.
empires always crumble at the apex.
cannibalism is found among all omnivores.
society is almost as isolating as being alone.
we drink to remember what it is to be free.
matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-905394122003-03-11T12:00:00.000-08:002003-03-11T12:36:06.000-08:00you can track my field
the hot and sexy mark showed me this down and dirty video. it makes me wanna hit the gym.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-904758902003-03-10T12:37:00.000-08:002003-03-10T12:37:32.403-08:00of palms and mountain ranges
i'm still a little tired, though my eyes have shed their red tint. my chapped lips should heal in a few days. and yesterday's lounging on drew's roof has replenished my supply of vitamin d.
my room is a mess. my suitcase is open at the foot of my bed, overflowing with smoky clothes. a bag full of diesel crap by my closet. magazines fully digested on jetblue sit matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-901079202003-03-04T04:08:00.000-08:002003-03-04T04:08:09.340-08:00sex in another city
i'll be in new york tomorrow. i cannot sleep tonight. and i doubt that i will sleep much for the next four days.
ah, sweet bohemie.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-896555682003-02-24T10:11:00.000-08:002003-02-24T10:11:55.890-08:00just one kiss
touch is the most powerful of the senses. the domain of the largest organ, it is subjected to such torture. but the slightest brush, the softest tap, the briefest moment between two lips is absolute pleasure.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-895441082003-02-22T00:51:00.000-08:002003-02-22T00:51:41.546-08:00slow and steady
wins the race. but will it get me a boyfriend?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-895089332003-02-21T10:17:00.000-08:002003-02-21T10:17:10.740-08:00pass the prune juice
i think the biggest sign of aging (besides the fine lines developing around my eyes, abdominal fat that won't go away, and my nostalgia for olivia newton-john's physical video) is my declining tolerance of alcohol. it used to be that no matter what i drank, i couldn't get sick (okay, once, at a cast party, i vomited....but i ate nothing that day and was drunker than i'd evermatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-894482952003-02-20T11:12:00.000-08:002003-02-20T11:12:36.850-08:00for sucessful living
so, i'm going to the diesel spring/summer show in new york in a few weeks. apparently, it's just one big party--but then, isn't that true of the entire world of fashion? anyway, we all know what that means--matteo needs to buy some hot scarves and sweaters.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-893634152003-02-19T02:08:00.000-08:002003-02-19T02:08:26.266-08:00caltrans
we are currently retrofiting the interchange for earthquake safety, expect delays.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-893619432003-02-19T01:04:00.000-08:002003-02-19T01:04:46.786-08:00driving to heaven
i didn't realize i was being postmodern. but there you go.
but then, after some thought, it is a fitting symbol for me. it is an organic structure of ever-changing events, of motion which is both self motivation and driven by the current. a highly social afair performed in an individual cocoon. it is a recreation of that overused symbol of life itself, the circulatory system.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-886978852003-02-07T02:01:00.000-08:002003-02-07T02:01:50.196-08:00merrily we roll along
remember when i said that hedonism was the philosophy i identified with most? well, sorta. i also have a soft spot for existentialism.
see, i realize that life has no patterns. that fate and destiny are merely ways of looking at the past, not at the present or future. there is no grand scheme. which means that life is volatile and life changes and life is complex and matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-885224532003-02-04T01:05:00.000-08:002003-02-04T01:05:41.593-08:00the theatre is always dark on mondays
as soon as the show is over, i will bring back spasticblue and start writing again. as soon as the show is over.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-883629792003-01-31T20:36:00.000-08:002003-01-31T20:36:43.460-08:00swoosh
sometimes life is too fast to document. and sometimes the laundry takes prescident over the journal.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-880417972003-01-26T01:47:00.000-08:002003-01-26T01:47:19.630-08:00in the garden of hedon
one of the things i thought about in the car yesterday was the nature of philosophies, and which ones best fit my life. i was going to go through the biggies, like stoicism, utilitarianism, and existentialism, and discuss there pros and cons, and then say why i think hedonism, with a touch of social concisousness, is the best.
of course, tonight i realize that hedonism--matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-879882152003-01-24T18:32:00.000-08:002003-01-24T18:32:10.423-08:00autography
i wish i could blog while driving. i always am able to come up with ideas in the car, and want to write them out....but by the time i get home, lethergy or something else gets in the way. damn you general motors for not properly integrating your product with the proper telecommunications equipment.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-876484062003-01-18T11:46:00.000-08:002003-01-18T12:01:59.000-08:00now serving
i don't think i could ever do the open relationship thing. (well, first i have to find a relationshjp, but we'll talk in hypotheticals and pretend that i have that option, 'kay?)
anyway, like i was saying, i hate sharing people. i have such a fucked up sense of self worth (and apparently, i've made progress...you should have seen me at 18....whoa there, what a doozie) that i matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-875797012003-01-16T23:39:00.000-08:002003-01-18T11:54:17.000-08:00three thousand miles
balmy breezes lazily drifted across the basin today. the sun stood defiantly in the center of a blue sky, presiding over all. well built men with sleeveless shirts (showing off their biceps and deltoids) gather together in the courtyard, while women in short shorts run about. it is a typical january day in the city of angels, quite a contrast to the other american matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-874102002003-01-14T01:56:00.000-08:002003-01-14T01:56:58.510-08:00champagne tastes
i don't think i've officially stopped celebrating the new year. i've had too much partying, too many new experiences, too many changes to quit now. i'm having an early spring this year, and quite gladly am i shedding my dormency.
i know, dear reader, that i haven't been sharing too much with you. and like the good little girl that i am, i'm not going too. but i will say this,matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-869032462003-01-03T18:38:00.000-08:002003-01-03T18:38:18.413-08:00we're merely mammals
whenever i break out the eartha kitt, it's a sure sign: matteo is going through a slutty phase.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-867413272002-12-31T02:14:00.000-08:002002-12-31T02:15:13.000-08:00auld lang syne
may the road rise up to meet you,
may the wind be always at your back,
may the sun shine warm upon your face,
and the rain fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
may god hold you in the palm of his hand.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-867411512002-12-31T02:07:00.000-08:002002-12-31T02:11:28.000-08:00lampshades are for lamps
in these hectic and complicated times, it is hard to get down the correct ceremonies for our favorite holidays. sure, miss post can tell you when to use the fish fork (er, on the fish course), but can she tell you how to ring in 2003? shit no. so, some tips for a happy new year:
spirits - sure. sparking white wine bottled in madera might fly on those minor holidays, matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-866931392002-12-30T02:43:00.000-08:002002-12-30T02:43:26.266-08:00el nino
i'm not sure, but i think after tonight i might have to see a therapist again. or a counselor. or just have a big cry.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-866527352002-12-29T00:06:00.000-08:002002-12-29T00:07:51.000-08:00observation deck
i would be remiss in not proclaiming to the world that chris and jessie, besides being cute and cuddly, are also great hosts and late night diner companions.
and even though i slept with byron upon first meeting him, i will still respect him. some day.
and i hope that mark and rich are enjoying their new furniture, and not cursing ikea as i type.
and if someone else doesn't get matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-866523062002-12-28T23:45:00.000-08:002002-12-28T23:45:18.620-08:00 the house on pine street
i'm not sure which house it is. i don't even know which block it is on. or even if it is still there. neither do i know where on parker, 20th avenue, or bush (though grandma kay's bar was on the corner of jones, i do know). but even though i don't know the addresses, i do know that these streets were home to my ancestors. our irish catholic clan is made up of some matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-866513792002-12-28T23:04:00.000-08:002002-12-28T23:09:48.000-08:00rope 'em and brand 'em
i'm a dude!!!!!
matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-864221222002-12-22T21:01:00.000-08:002002-12-22T21:01:44.853-08:00unwrap me, baby
over the past month of holiday shopping, i have perfected the art of gift wrapping. using only tissue, ribbon, some evergreen, and the occasional box i can turn a pair of diesel jeans into a winter wonderland. now, armed with swedish paper and ribbon, i will set about wrapping the gifts i am giving (or is it gifting? damn you, j. crew).
have a very special holiday (not like thematteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-864043332002-12-22T11:39:00.000-08:002002-12-22T11:39:55.026-08:00the unhotel
i have eaten at the standard hotel three times this week. this has utterly no significance. i just thought you should know.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-862933242002-12-19T16:04:00.000-08:002002-12-19T16:12:00.000-08:00by the bay, by the beautiful bay
i think i'm gonna be in san francisco next friday. anyone wanna fa la la my las?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-861407462002-12-16T17:33:00.000-08:002002-12-19T16:12:19.000-08:00abrigados! tierra mojada
angelenos love their outdoor malls. they just can't get enough of them. and it's perfect, because, you know, it never ever ever rains here.
ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at a very drenched matteo.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-861262972002-12-16T12:22:00.000-08:002002-12-16T12:29:32.000-08:00night with the christmas trees and pie
so, the company christmas party was last night. the party could easily be described as such: a bunch of fashionistas gathering at the tastefully designed home in the hills of the threesome that owns the company for delicious desserts and presents. this was not the kind of party where rubber pants make a stir (my heavily distressed and ass-loving diesel matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-859580832002-12-13T11:21:00.000-08:002002-12-13T11:21:37.960-08:00let the music play
so, i'm really sick of holiday music. i was sick of it thanksgiving weekend. it doesn't help that my place of employ plays it twenty-four seven. so yesterday, when the boss man was going out to buy more christmas music, i suggested that they pick up south park's cd. i got a few wry looks from my boss when it came on, but of course our clients loved it. i mean, these guys matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-859577022002-12-13T11:11:00.000-08:002002-12-13T11:11:57.220-08:00turn, turn, turn
two years, and i'm still on blogspot. ah, well. happy birthday, spasticblue.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-859196402002-12-12T16:22:00.000-08:002002-12-12T16:22:32.110-08:00i feel pretty
okay, so my skin is still mad at me, and therefore the the webcam is still on hiatus. but nonetheless, i do feel like a giddy puerto rican. we talked on the phone last night, each of us tucked into our cozy beds, each of us getting more and more sleepy and incoherent, but not wanted to hang up. this is how it is supposed to be, right?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-859194712002-12-12T16:18:00.000-08:002002-12-12T16:18:12.230-08:00in the stars
wow! jennie's blog and my blog are both sagitarians. maybe they should go on a date together.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-857920372002-12-10T09:54:00.000-08:002002-12-10T09:54:28.760-08:00after plato
so, i've been kinda lame lately. not really writing much of interest. i guess you could say this has been going on since june, really. but i don't know what to do. i certainly don't want to stop. but i just don't have the time to write much. and my thoughts have been pretty centered on one or two subjects, and i don't want to dwell.
maybe i just need to get drunk and let it all matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-857544052002-12-09T16:38:00.000-08:002002-12-09T16:38:13.990-08:00roll out the holly
what is this? might i actually have a date for the christmas party? o me, o my!matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-855596472002-12-05T14:31:00.000-08:002002-12-05T14:31:24.883-08:00what's the use of wond'rin'?
i just curled up this morning in bed and red my books, and listened to music i haven't heard in months. (i have been on a bit of a showtunes bender since dave came to town and ethel merman came up.) and i drank my hot cider and ate pumpkin bread, and watched the palm tree outside my window sway in the breeze and looked at the homes in the hils. i was happy and warmmatteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-853869482002-12-02T10:17:00.000-08:002002-12-02T10:17:16.603-08:00the beautiful people
i have a huge blemish on my upper lip. plus, my skin is really dry for some reason--probably a combination of the sudden chill in the air and the santa ana winds. which all in all makes matteo look a little freakish.
i'll be holed up for the next in my bathroom with a mud mask, vanity fair, and a bottle of jose cuervo. ciao belli!matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-852668312002-11-29T12:33:00.000-08:002002-11-29T12:41:02.000-08:00we're all stars in the galaxy
i was born under libra, with capricorn rising. and though i hardly believe the idea of the stars controlling who we are and how we are fated, i must admit that i do fit the profile. i am quiet and reserved around strangers, but i can be very social among intimates. in fact, i live for socializing. people are my favorite things.
but that's another story. i am matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-850969922002-11-25T22:55:00.000-08:002002-11-25T22:55:43.526-08:00it's raining men
why, o why, am i finding this to be such a problem?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-850033442002-11-24T02:48:00.000-08:002002-11-24T02:48:40.410-08:00i could have danced all night
so much happened today, i'm kinda weirded out. it's like the cosmos vomited all over me, but in a good way.
it all started when i met doogie howser, m.d. today.....matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-849039072002-11-21T19:23:00.000-08:002002-11-21T19:23:51.076-08:00unix unique
anyone out there with ftp, a fine knowledge of MT, and lots of spare time on their hands?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-847807682002-11-19T13:38:00.000-08:002002-11-19T13:38:17.243-08:00sex and the suburb
it's telling that the most fun i've had in pasadena in a long time was a trip to the drug store. of course, we were perusing the contraceptives aisle. we were very loud in front of the pharmacists, discussing spermacide and condoms (not for me, alas), and how the selection of lube paled in comparison to the sav-on in west hollywood. and is that a penis pump in a rite-aid?!?!matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-846954602002-11-17T22:27:00.000-08:002002-11-17T22:27:48.156-08:00you are a whore, darlin'
i met elizabeth berkley tonight. i can die now.matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-845899782002-11-15T11:52:00.000-08:002002-11-15T11:52:34.303-08:00put the lime in the coconut
i have exhausted every form of beverage in the house. except, of course, for alcohol.
martini, anywone?matteonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731325.post-844446652002-11-12T16:46:00.000-08:002002-11-12T16:46:38.563-08:00is it live, or is it memorex?
the spastic|blue cam has returned. only it's the van nuys cam. except it's filmed in hollywood.matteonoreply@blogger.com