The Hallie and Jordan Masterworks

Act II: The roof is on fire. We need water.

An empty room, and empty you, an empty—
Emptiness.
Is the glass half full or half—
Eleven and half. Birthday party. No one came.
Dad opens the door. Opens his buckle.
Open the tear ducts.
Shattered glass and shattered dreams
Dreams of a white Christmas dyed red
Red—the color of stop signs
The color of rudolph’s runny nose
He got punched in the kisser
Kiss her.
Softly.
Tenderly.
She ran away to Europe
She packed up my heart.
Evette—
You son of a bitch.
Lately I’ve been dreaming of a fist fight
I’m knocking Daddy to the ground and he screams
Don’t do this
I didn’t mean to—
Hurt you?
I only meant to—
I hurt myself.
I’m scrubbing the bathroom floor
But the tiles don’t want redemption
The tiles are sinners
The tiles are the tiles are the tiles are—
Tiles.
Punch the jukebox of my soul and hear a tune
Spoon feed me the chicken noodle soup of my destiny
The chicken noodle soup of my—
I want you in the back seat
I want you in the passenger seat
I want you under the hood
I want you in the truck
I want you
I want you
I want you—
Anyone have jumper cables? Let’s restart the transmission.
Let’s jump start my heart
Let’s jump start my—
Silence.
Don’t say a word
You’ve already said a world
Asia Africa North and south America
School day ditties remind me of Daddy
Remind me of leather
Remind me of long, black—
There’s a scar on my shoulder
It looks like a reindeer
It looks like a childhood lost
It looks like growing up too soon
It looks like—
There’s a treasure map that leads to
Nova Scotia
The land of my fathers
Father? When are you coming home?
I miss you.
Father?
Father.
I miss the pain
The pain in my side
The pain in my butt
The pain in my shoulder
Sweet sweet succulent—
Build a sundae of my youth
Chocolate swirl
Sprinkles
Cherry on top
Whipped cream—
Whip.
Please don’t!
Daddy!
Da—
Yummmm
Mmmmm
Strawberries!
I’m hungry
I’ve always been hungry
For soemthign you could never give me
I was born with an insatiable appetite
An unquenchable thirst—
Then I discovered Kool Aid.
I love me some Kool Aid
I love me some Daddy
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love—
Love.
Love?
Love!
Love…
LoveFormally/Cordially>Hallie
Hand+hand+hand+heart
Plus shoulder.
Shoulder.
I still feel it.
Welts.
Welches
I’m thirsty—
I’m dreaming of a white—
You’re dreaming of a white—
White power!
Daddy?

End.

The Hallie and Jordan Masterworks

Chapter I: The sad beginning. The beginning of the end.

Creativity. Creativity. Creativity. Creati—
Stop. Go back. Rewind. Re-do.
Fifth grade birthday. Make a wish. Blow out the candles.
Blow out the—
Let the ember smolder and throw it to the ground
Fire, the antithesis of a memory
Water, ephemerality of a goldfish
Nothing is everything and I struggle to remember, struggle to re—
Laughing sideways, laughing backwards, ass backwards
Put your ass in the air.
I’ve been dreaming around the sidewalk
And=2 0I can’t seem to find the—
Someday we’ll rebuild this world
Take all the pieces and build a beautiful jigsaw of a summer day
The fire hydrants are blowing off their tops
Blowing off their—
Juxtapose this.
My hand.
Your hand.
My lips.
Your lips.
We’re trapped in your hot car and we’re—
When I think about it the rainboot of your life is the rainboot of your—
Where did I put my—
I like it when you---
Where did all the seconds go?
I woke up to a bright light and before I knew it you were on the
Touching my
Stroking the---
Morning.
A crow eats its young and crows into a crowy night
It smells like crows
It tastes like yesterday—
My tears tastes like the Atlantic
Or was it the Pacific?
Either way they’re salty
Would you like fries with that sir?
Fast food, fast friends, fast life, fast—
Slow. Slow it down. Take it all in and exhale.
Eighty eight miles an hour and we’re flying forward
Toward a great big galaxy
And all the colors are swirling there
All the kids are partying there
All the kids are kissing there
Grind up on their---
There.
Turn the page.
Mother making eggs in the kitchen
Mother making babies in the bedroom
Father making personality disorders
I can’t go back
I can’t go—
Woah what a trip
Unstick the velcrow of that winter
When our love froze over
Place it before the wood stove and let it thaw
Let it breathe
Let it—
I guess what I9 9m trying to say is I miss you
I miss everyone and everything
I’ve said too much
I’ve said too—
Creativity.
Creativity.
Crea—

End.

Livin Large

A blast from the past on the beach.

Next year I would like to study in Taiwain.



And then the year after that I want to study in Washington D.C.



I just decided about both of those today so I'm letting you know ASAP. This is exciting.

Here is a picture of Jake the Snake. We live together.



Jake is neutral about poop while I am very strongly anti-poop. But we still manage to live happily with one another in a very tiny space, except for when he gets angry and starts throwing things.

In conclusion, this is Jake my roommate.

Lol to infinity. The best thing ever from "The Wrestler." Good movie, btw.

Another person I greatly admire is Raj Patel. He came to my school earlier this year to discuss his book "Stuffed and Starved." He gave a great lecture. He was very engaging and had a huge wealth of knowledge at his disposal. I'm reading the book right now.

His adversaries are tough cookies. But Raj is fighting the good fight. In conclusion, that's why I admire Raj Patel.

This guy is a new fav.

Hey guys there are cool new pics on my Flickr, checkumout:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/26591802@N08/?saved=1

They are all in the same vein as this one:

This guy is cool.

This most sacred oath

Heart.

Brutherz

Luv this place. It's in Bethel, CT. The food is really really good food and it's right by the movie theater! I saw The Wrestler tonight and it was also really really good.

Mahopac back in the day

I'm not sure who took these...maybe my dad?

BOTTLES

FRUIT

Evolution Art

By Jordan.

Above: View from the second floor of the library. I spent a couple hours there today reading and it was fun.

Below: Photo of some stuff in ma house.

Top: A thing I made today of Harriet the Spy illustrations I found online.
Bottom: A photo of my fav paperweight!

Top photo by me, bottom photo by my mom. Nice sunset today.

Caleb goes behind my curtain

And here's some perspective:

Daily Zen

Courtesy of my lava lamp and M83

Photos from today and yesterday.



My nephew came over yesterday and made cupcakes.



Stuffed animal in my parents' room.



A swan outside this morning.

Blogging too much.



Took this in the reflection of a picture frame.




More frozen photos this morning.



Took the photo out of the frame. I like this one the mostest.

Morning, y'all.

Just watched Hotel Rwanda. Finding it hard to justify complaining about anything. Unfortunately, perspective of this nature only lasts a short time in white upper class United States of America, but for now, I am grateful for every single thing. I am the luckiest person in the world. Good night.

Today the world froze over and I went out to take photos! My mom came too. As we were walking around huge tree limbs were crashing down along with buckets of ice shards. Kewl.



Grass is completely frozen.



View between the trees.



My mom took this photo of me. Like it.

Today's photo: um, my lava lamp.

I was pretty productive today. In the morning I finished Cat's Cradle. In the afternoon I read my camera manual and figured out how to do some stuff I should have figured out a long time ago. Later, I went to the library with Ben and got Dave Barry's book, "Dave Barry Talks Back", which includes some of his best columns. I'm trying to hone my humor writing skillz, so I figure the more I expose myself to, the better chance I have of being able to....write humorously.

Peace out cub scouts.

The past few days I've been doing this experiment in which I see what it's like to be 80 years old.

I started by throwing out my back. I googled the meaning of throwing out one's back just now, and apparently it is not a medical term and doesn't really mean anything. However, I stand by my statement that that is what happened to me.

So as a result I've been hobbling around a bit and complaining, and not going out, and telling kids to get off my lawn (well not that last one), but still.

It's actually kind of horrifying to think that this is what I will seriously deal with in the decades to come. And it will hurt a lot worse and be a lot more inconvenient as a working person.

Not to be dramatic or anything but this little thing has made me appreciate my youthful vigor and health a bit more. I doubt that appreciation will last more than a day after I'm healed, but until then I am happy about this rare occasion to realize how good I've got it.

Enough about that. Now here's a long lost photo from my Christmas shoot in Florida that didn't turn out as I had hoped:



One of my goals for this blog for the new year is to post a photo every day (and some writing too). So I hope that works out.

P.S. Look what I found today! Andrew Bird pre-release stuff, check it out if you're indie and interested: http://www.andrewbird.net/useless.php

I'm reading Cat's Cradle now, so I was reading up about Kurt Vonnegut and found this thing he wrote about how to write a short story. I think it's perfect so I thought I'd post it here:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

What do I have in common with Tegan Quin of Tegan and Sara?

Congenital Ptosis! I'll allow Tegan to explain it:



I actually didn't find out what this was called until recently, but I've always known that my right eyelid droops more than my left one. It's called Ptosis, and it's really not a big deal. For some people it only happens to them when they age, but for me and people like Tegan, it is an inherited condition already in effect at birth.

What I think is cool is that not only do I have it in common with Tegan Quin, but I also have it in common with several of my ancestors on my mother's side of my family, including:

My Great-Great-Great Grandfather



My Great-Great Grandmother



I like that I have this small thing in common with my ancestors. So I'm not going to change it. Plus I wouldn't get a surgery for cosmetic reasons only.

I guess that's where Tegan and I differ. Brings new meaning to the lyric, "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive." Lol.