Thursday, February 26, 2009

the new dirty phonecall

I was typing away today when I received a random text from an Indiana area code saying "Who is this?"

I have never seen this number before, but I thought it was possible that I had sent an accidental text the night before, so I replied "Jade, who's this?" as is the custom in such situations.

Stranger: "Brandon. I go to Columbus North High School. How old r u?"

Me: "I'm a grown woman in Boston. Why do u have my number?"

Stranger: "It just popped up. Im a teacher at North. Send me a pic. Have u ever tried anal?"

Wow.

If you want his number, email me, just in case you want to let him know how much his advances are appreciated with pics of pigs fucking or human excrement.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The other night I dreamt I could fly. Somehow I had forgotten about the law of physics which allowed this, and how I was one of the very lucky select of the population whose bones were hollow enough (and arms were long enough) to make it possible. But I was damn good. I could start from a standstill, jump up into the air, swoop down till I almost brushed the ground, but then catch the wind and shoot up into the stratosphere, divebombing, swooping, corkscrewing -- I was a bit of a show off.

My favorite thing to do was jump off a cliff, bullet straight down until my eyes watered, then throw my arms out and scoop over the ground and back up, stomach doing calisthenics the whole time.

When I woke up, the dream had been so vivid I felt like I had just lived another mini-life overnight.

I haven't had a flying dream in years. When I used to have them when I was younger, I was always struggling, trying to go higher, but unable to manage my bodies weight, and always sinking uncontrollably.

This was nothing like that. I go in for a certain amount of dream interpretation, especially when they're so symbolically obvious as this. I'm going to take it as a sign I'm not fucking up too terribly.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I just moved into a new place with three girls. It is big, clean, inexpensive, and has a killer location. This excites me, and I mention it often, because my last place was a bona-fide shit hole.

HOWEVER:

Whenever I bring up the fact that I just moved with someone new who has a vague familiarity with my life, their first reflexive response is invariably, "Oh, is it just you and Derek?"

If you are not vaguely familiar with my personal life, Derek is my boyfriend of almost a year and a half.

Granted, I guess we're getting close to "that age" where a fresh wave of singles are settling down (after all those kids who got married right after college, the late twenties seems to hold up a net with considerably smaller holes), but is it really expected to move in with someone after a year? I guess it was at a year and a half or thereabouts that I moved in with my last serious boyfriend, but in retrospect I would call that a little impetuous. I also do know many, many couples around my age who moved in together after less than a year.

Maybe it's because I've done it before and had it end so badly that I'm more inclined to let things go on at a comfortable distance without bringing these kinds of things up. I tend to be fairly laissez-faire in relationships, and I rarely sit down and think about what I want out of them. This is probably a character flaw, I just don't really know how do fix it, especially when it's so easy just to go on day to day without addressing it. At the same time, I hate the feeling of following someone else all the time. I don't want to be like this forever.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Even though I had the FLU FROM HELL, Cygnet Fest was great fun. The acts ranged from straight up like, pantomime with a sax accompanist performance art, to Asian cellists, to comedy. The comedian was a very cool girl named Nicole Carey who has only been doing comedy for a few weeks, but is hella funny. I read two poems, Sidewalk Saints, and a new one about my father and Moby Dick, and the audience was extremely receptive. Then I closed with Madame Psychosis and the first real performance of "Sushi Wrap."

LoWreck and I are recording another rap this afternoon (hipster-hop -- it's gonna be big, yo). My voice is a little hoarse but I'm gonna make it work.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Sunday, February 15, 2009

All moved in! I'm barely set up and my new place feels more like home to me than my last two places combined. Really I haven't loved a place this much since my and Thade's place in Bloomington (with the porch swing.... oh the porch swing...). My apartment in Brighton was nice but I never did anything with it. My room here feels like MY ROOM, in a way I can't even remember any room feeling in my adult life. Maybe my very first bedroom on Mitchell street in college was close, but this one's slanted ceilings (almost like a cob house, if my inner hippie can come out a bit) just feel so cozy. I'm putting up my Ganesh and my evil eye and my Faulkner poster and my Bodo print I got in New Orleans and keeping my tarot cards near the bed again. Everything is better.

In other news, I am now addicted to Kombucha.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I'm moving to Davis Square on Saturday, so I'm a little awol for a while. Packing and life, plus INTERNETS is already shut off at my house. On the upside, the place is ENORMOUS and like two blocks from lovely Davis and like four blocks from lovely Porter and it won't have a crazy, perverted landlord and hopefully will have less slovenly roommates.

I interviewed The Chicken Slacks for a feature I'm writing for Metronome. They have new album coming out yadda yadda, but they wanted a different kind of article than the lame old question and answer. It's nice to get paid for writing.

If I don't get a chance to update, I have a radio interview on Sunday evening and a spot in the Cygnet Fest lineup at Middlesex at 8pm, Wednesday the 18th. You can find more info at jadesylvan.com.

Monday, February 2, 2009

New CRIT!

The new issue of CRIT is up!

This is the first issue that's come out since I signed on as poetry editor. Check it out!