Monday, February 27, 2006

Wear Sunscreen (Baz Luhrmann)

Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

apple

Nonsensical denial
No liberation when the billboard's inside your head
Stigmatized and yet cunning to still stand in attention
Though uncalled for

And do you think the mud fights are merited?
For in Selena's eyes you are a pitiful sight
Oh martyrdom
Still you are what knights ought to be
At least by heart
More than their silly costumes and facade

The ghost of a dog forever howls
And wherever you are it is chained
Like an inescapable shadow
A twin without light's cure
Cursed with what you are born with
What you were born to be

No bargaining or plea
For what you are not
A lifetime nightmare that feeds on you

How can anything be the right way when it is but
It is most complicated
Facing yourself. Facing the truth.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

heart attack. more sugar. 14. it's a date.

I may not be able to gaze at the night sky anymore but surely underneath I'm hushed and swaddled tightly. After all's been said and done, I'm still a sentimental fool and not to mention, a frustrated astronomer. So much for feeling high in love. The February sky, the mysterious quarter moon and the lovely serenades are now show-offs in seek for another dose of sweet i-love-yous(Seems to me a lot of friends and couples would be under the influence of natural ecstacy, which is cheaper. So hail mighty hormones & hold on to your libido) and if a single sperm gets a home run, another is baby set for November... and so the story goes. Romeo & Juliet, Maria & Tony, Anthony & Cleopatra; ... a billion pairs intertwined, for the night or for long, around the world. More AIDS/STD victims for those who thrill for infected strangers, maniacs and gigolos. More rentals in the Romance section of videocity. More tears and nostalgia for widows, the heartsick & spincters. More bypass operations in heart center (?!).

Zoom in for awhile from the national/world view and see where you'll find me on the 14th when the moon is in full and in its apogee.
Hearts will be hearts but for once it's good to believe there's more than just. Of Tongues & Thoughts.