bloggin

i discovered today that if i don't blog i can kind of get overwhelmed by a need for expressing creative energy. the australian guitar players are here, and they get me kind of hyper as we listen to music and watch the olympics, and i dance to the beat while narrating the emotions of the female gymnast olympians and their true life stories. for example, they were so emotionless that i felt sure that they were actually in prison, or marching their way into a prison, and they hoped to keep their colorful suits for when they got out of prison, and they were to keep expressionless, and if they were disapproved of, their masters would shout: "hey you, get back to the bars." tonight i think my ramblings are inspired by like 3 cocktails and some really awesome food that i didn't cook, but i contributed to conversation all day. we had baby scallops with sausage and black beans and really yummy food, all kinds of food, and awesome brownies for dessert, and of course i'm still asking what was really in those brownies. i think people are talking a lot, and it's fun. it's really fun narrating and responding to the olympics. the australian is saying "now that's really difficult. the difficulty factor." imagine that being said in australian. makes me want to move to australia. i have basically never found an australian man that i'm not attracted to. pretty much the same is true for belgian men. and definitely for olympic swimmers, except for that one small guy, but still, he's cute all the same. i swear the olympics has become the michael phelps show. at first i like to think he was my boyfriend, but then i saw enough of his mug and his mom's face. i mean i'm happy for them. but enough of michael phelps. i know he's not the only guy to go to china, and it raises all sorts of questions, like how many heavy medals is one guy allowed to get? isn't there a limit? shouldn't he be on his way to mccdonald's by now?

we are listening to some instrumental journey music. it's got a rather up-beat, and it is questing in a positive, non-hesitant way. i want to find a man like this music. are you out there? soon i will be living in the bay area, so if you're out there, take note of this blog entry because i've been warned by married australians that a good man is rather hard to come by in san francisco. but, they say, everyone who they knew who was single did end up with someone in san francisco eventually. maybe you'll have to lower your standards a bit, one said, but it's like dude, where are you starting from? do i need to move to another country?

i'm mostly b-s-ing here because clearly there are hot men out there. i just need to go to the olympics. i feel like michael phelps and i are almost on a first-name basis. i'd say michael. he'd say heather. i'd say i saw you swim, and i really like it when you stretch your back because you have a really nice back. the back stretches are my favorite." and he'd say, "why thank you, heather. i didn't think anyone saw me do that. really, i felt rather unnoticed at the olympics, so it means a lot to me that you would point that out. so, what time do you want me to come over tonight?" and then i'd say something sweet and deal-clenching, and well, i'm tired of michael phelps is actually the problem.

hmmm. well, california is beautiful. aw, here is a more complicated beat. something more resonantly up and down and wow, i wish i knew more words to describe music. but mary says that i type really fast, so i'm thinking i'm almost playing my own instruments with these words, my own music. can you hear any beat to this music? it' s not really poetry, but it's fun capturing words that accompany the beat of my mind as i listen to music and have a social experience. it's fun narrating the contents of my spirit at the present moment. today i canoed with three of my best friends and most positive people i know on the planet. each time i hang with these ladies i am brought to an ultimatley higher state of happiness, and then i'm like, man, i thought i peaked a long time ago. i forgot how much being around you guys makes me happy. but this is a vacation, and so far we have no plans to go live in the exact same place but moving to california does bring me a lot closer to almost basically every female friend i have my age.

the music is pulsing, and the girl gets ready to attack the bar and go into a state of flow again. she twirls around, does a hand stand, fips, flies, spins, flies, can't even process the quickness of her changes in movement, the music is peaking more, which is nice, and she keeps going, and type faster, wishing i could capture words about what she's doing, but she twirls, and flips.

she claps her hands, actaully really happy with her performance, and she is hugged, kissed, and embraced by many people, and we know we would like to be on her team. even russia congatulates this girl and kisses her. she must be the sweetest most athletic, talented girl on the planet. her rival is uncomfortable. she does not look very happy with herself and life in general. she looks sad, the poor girl. she is showing emotion, not on her way to prison. and this girl is way too thin looking, but the measure of peace and concentration on some of their faces is astounding.