10/16/08

Me Chillin...


Whuddup y'all...
The shit has been real crazy lately. My personal life is on code orange. Chaos is in the air. I had to say hell with it and decided to just chill the fuck out! Right in the middle of the 2008. The year that "It all went wrong". I said to myself, I said...Dave, we need to say fuck it and shut down for a quick minute. I know its Thursday...I know hours are short right now. So I did, and this is a snapshot of me havin a chill. Notice the rediculously small coffee I'm sippin on as if it were english tea. (Note: bookstores in the rich areas give out free samples of coffees and sweets...) A good read in a warm coat. A soft chair in a mellow place. My idea of a good time. I'm workin towards gettin back to scribblin and sketchin...stay tuned.

10/6/08

Mondays...




Sometimes Monday can be a real pain in the ass...Every once in awhile, a cool Monday will popup and suprise you.

10/4/08

DJ Render reviews The Wackness...


Today I watch a great flick released earlier this year titled The Wackness. I enjoyed it because this story is set in New York summer of 1994. Although I was only thirteen back then, I can relate closely to the lead. Besides the decent story and solid acting, this movies best credit is it’s soundtrack. This flick features all the very best rap and hip hop of the mid nineties. The story follows a slacker pot dealer on his day to day affairs. He befriends an older customer and falls in love. He ultimately is more mature by the end of the film. Josh Peck, Ben Kingsley and the sexy new Olivia Thirlby star in this throw back. I also liked Thirlby in Snow Angels, which she was great in a supporting role. An overall a good flick and worth watching. Especially of you are between 25 and 30.

Reason I worship my wife #158.

I have this blanket. It’s very soft. The blanket is really thin and light. It keeps you warm like a heavy down comforter. This thing is perfect for earlier afternoon chills while taking a nap. It is my favorite possession. Because of frequent use and wear and tear, the blanket can get pretty funky.
I haven’t seen the blanket in weeks. It’s been on my mind more and more. Where is my favorite possession? Without it I will fail.
Today I remembered it. I was preparing to chill the fuck out. I had the food. I had the flick. I had the drink and the smoke. I had the couch…It was fucking beautiful. All that was missing was the blanket.
Where the fuck is the blanket? Dammit! My time and stress filled week of working. I forgot the fucking blanket. I dash into the laundry room. Is it dirty? It has to stink of hellish odor. Look in the dryer. No way in hell it’s in the dryer. We didn’t put it there…
The blanket is in the dryer. It’s clean and fresh. It’s soft. Who put it there? The one person in the house who can put it there. The goddess I worship. My wife. I love you peach. I take it and get comfortable. It’s going to be a great afternoon.

10/1/08

The Tortures of Intimacy...

Love is a fucked up thing most of the time…I mean it, love causes more chaos and can completely ruin a man. I give you one small example of the tortures of intimacy.
Over the course of our marriage, we’ve learn much about each other’s bodies. Early on, I would go exploring the endless utopia of her body. It’s the middle of the night. One of the frequent dead sleep times of early marriage sex, where you both get off and the whole event is numbing, focused and intense, I wandered into the creamy vanilla neck region. After extensive helpings of tasting the area, I found her neck to be the sweetest best kind of delicious heaven. It wasn’t until the next day, another frequent early marriage sex sessions, that I began my torture sentence. While getting it on during the day, I remembered the previous night’s neck discovery and went straight for it. My advance was blocked by her neck slamming shut and her chin smashing into my right temple. It happened so fast, I blanked out for a second and forgot what I was doing. She looked at me angrily as if suggesting I was at fault. I was confused.

“Fuck that hurts! Honey, what the fuck? ”

“I’m sorry, but you tickled me.”

“Huh…”

“My neck is very ticklish. I can’t have anything touch my neck.”

"Oh…ok. Wow, I’ve never met someone like that.”

Such is my struggle. I can never have the most amazing and sweet splendor of her neck. It’s dangled out in front of me. I’m a lion in a cage salivating over a massive steak kept just beyond my reach. It’s true and utter torture. That which is desired most can never be had.

Later, I explained about that night. That I had tasted her neck and enjoyed it. And that she hadn’t protested about it tickling. She looked at me and casually explained that she was mostly asleep and that your body turns off the tickling switch when you are in a deep sleep. Another life lesson. Another miserable test for the quest of the myth that is a great marriage. Good thing for me her body is an endless utopia ripe for exploring.

good luck until next time,

DJ Render