"a man of pleasure is a man of pains"

i'm so anxious to get out of this apartment; this super spacious, highly functional, fairly affordable, very adorable apartment. even an environment this ideal can't distract from how rotten this year has been. i often purposefully revisit old haunts around this city with an endearing fondness, but i don't think my head will even turn when i drive past this guy in the future. turning point... i've broken up with nostalgia; a phenomenon that once gave me wings now feels like dead weight and it's more than invigorating to say and feel that. the scale of Pleasure vs. Pain tips once again.

speaking of P vs. P...finally got a hold of the Jane's Addiction/Perry Farrell biography and i've been digesting a bit before bed every night.

http://www.amazon.com/Whores-Biography-Perry-Farrell-Addiction/dp/0306814781/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1277403188&sr=8-1

I'm really gonna miss this bedroom but my island bed is still my island bed no matter where it ends up.

cosmic clipboard

...you see the cracks in the facades as opportunities; inspiration erupts as you careen over bumps in the road; you love the enticing magic that flows from situations that other people regard as rough or crooked. "That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal," wrote poet Charles Baudelaire, "from which it follows that irregularity -- that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment -- is an essential part and characteristic of beauty."