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Transitions

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Returning to my blog after about two months of having gone MIA on its’ ass is testament to how much I have matured. Jokes. There has been no maturing, except with regards to my sexual appetite. TMI? Regardless, I have returned to something I have neglected.

Transitions are the few months that creep up on us with outlines of trees, and seashells, and abstract shapes that you may never be quite able to identify, which allow, nay, force you to fill in that shit like a coloring-book. Except, when life throws you coloring-book sketches, it often forgets to throw you a box of crayons. Maybe Life is just that considerate so as not to hit you in the head, or maybe Life doesn’t care unless you give It a reason to. Nevertheless, bitch needs her coloring utensils!

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You rummage about your past and your desired future, hoping to discover anything that can help you fill in those sketches. If you’re lucky, you might find a Sharpie, or an almost-used-up highlighter.

I’m confused, I’m uncertain, I have cut loose all ties that have hindered my growth, however hard and courageous that may seem. I have written an article entitled 10 Things One Should Know About Dating A Compulsive Liar. I have finally begun to perform. I started babysiting two brothers, ages four-and-a-half, and nine, whose naivete have taught me more about life and the importance of humility than I could have possibly acquired from any other source. I have filled my days with tasks and errands and obligations, in part to better myself and maintain control of my life; and in part to teach myself how to survive in a world in which we are brought into, and depart, alone.

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Oh hey! That’s me!

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Me and my piano best friend flashing our pearly whites!

I am testing the waters; testing my surroundings. Seeing how far I can push before everything collapses. Trying to discover my limits as to what I can rebuild, and whether or not the foundations will be stronger this time around. I allow myself to test the people who claim to still love me, and I question whether love really has anything to do with a specific two people, or whether it is all based on timing. By utilizing every tool under the sun to pushing away the people who claim to love me through acting childish; using malicious words that hurt them below the belt; taking advantage of the attention they give me to see if they will stop giving me said attention; I try to discover if certain feelings can, in fact, surpass even the most awful attempts against them.

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Love and Naivete

If you can kick and scream and threaten, and act like you are trying to hurt someone, and have them acknowledge that you are inadvertently asking them to look at your attempts with a certain adoration, and understand that all you want is proof that they know you well enough to understand what you are doing; then perhaps the world doesn’t work as predictably as is presumed.

This transition is about having Life humor me by introducing facts and information and successes and feelings that I haven’t yet felt. Just when you think you have felt and seen everything there is to feel and see, a bird shits on your arm and you are forced to turn the around, wash it off whilst cussing under your breath, perhaps leading you to bump into another destination clad with feelings that you didn’t know existed.

Transitions are a scary thing. Being proactive is the surest way to maintaining a sense of self during such difficult times. An optimistic outlook is surely the mechanism with which to guide us to our next phases in life. I am proactively waiting in anticipation and excitement. Something amazing is just around the corner.

My head hurts, I’m out.

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And of course, in case you didn’t get the memo, you can catch my melodic ass here :

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The Weeks I Spent Eating & Watching Mad Men

Take me to the MOON! (Taken by me)

Blame it on my birth sign, but apart from my deceptive public exuberance, I am in fact the most reclusive person I know.  Blame it on my genetics, but apart from my deceptive figure, I am, in fact, a certified fat-ass. Safe from the trips to school and occasional coffee meetings with girlfriends, I spent the entire first half of May on my couch in front of the television with a family-sized box of cereal.  In addition to sulking over my having been born in the wrong era, secretly wishing that Don Draper would come to my rescue, knowing full well that I would love him unconditionally, regardless of his huge sexual appetite for every living, breathing, bosom-bearing human being with a functioning vagina, I have successfully managed to discover the most AHA! food combinations.  And so, I shall list:

  • Corn flakes and cottage cheese
  • Corn flakes and cream cheese
  • Corn flakes and anything, really
  • Bread, olive oil, avocado, and Dijon mustard
  • Olive oil, avocado, Dijon mustard (corn flakes not unwelcomed)
  • Avocado, Dijon mustard
  • Avocado
  • Dijon mustard; the really spicy kind.  Shit opens your nasal passageways like all hell.

I promise I am not depressed.

See? Jolly as a button!

Au contraire.  I found these days to be some of my most productive all year.

I made an extremely painful and difficult executive decision a few days ago to take the next, logical step, in pursuit of my career. It is time to take everything I’ve learned: my newfound humility that I have encountered after being thrust into a community of extremely talented musicians; my relatively recent acquisition of an Israeli Passport that I hold so close to my heart; and move back to NYC.

Tel Aviv Sunset.  Sigh (by me)

New York. Oh, the dilemma. (by me)

We must embrace change, as difficult as that may feel at any given time.  Furthermore, we must accept that even the most seemingly futile moments of our lives, especially times during which remnants of a more difficult past seem to creep up on us, i.e. binge eating, immobility, consecutive masturbation, I jest can, in fact hold the seeds to a brighter future.  I don’t want to leave Israel, but I am trying not to ignore my slightly larger gut from leading me to where I ought to be.  It is time to do things the right way.  Recording, performance, introspection, bring it on.

“A goal without a plan is just…a wish.” Thanks for that, Antoin e de Saint-Exupery.  And thank you @badgalriri for having an Instagram clad in pictures of strippers, and intelligent, inspiring quotes.  Who knew.

Mixed feelings about her, but dayummm she’s looking on point in Supreme. Riri (via Tumblr)

Azaelia. More inspiration! getitgurl

Be back in a minute

-MLC

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It’s Better To Be…

No, YOU!

It’s better to be a first-rate version of yourself than a second-rate version of someone else. Unless you’re Ahmadinejad. No one likes a mean dude with a temper. But because this here webblog isn’t centered on political controversy, if you dig the dinejad, that’s still A-OK by me!

Many times, I find myself pondering why so many of my most important relationships have failed, or why I try to compare myself to other people, or why my dry-cleaning from 4 days ago has not yet arrived. Although there are many elements that can be factored into each of the aforementioned questions, it all boils down to one recurring theme: the fear to accept and relentlessly demonstrate the unaltered, unapologetic version of Me.

In the learning processes that are our lives, there arrive moments during which those seemingly-fictitious-extremely-overused-i-love-my-adjectives-don’t-you sayings like, “be yourself!” hit you in the face faster than Rihanna’s face hit the dashboard of CB’s car. (Shit just got uber-controversial in here). The previously hidden meaning of such a saying can creep up behind you and make you realize that you’ve never really internalized it at all.

Photo not by me. Kind of cliche, kind of a nuance. Embrace the moment, people.

It is easy to lose yourself in the search for who you think you ought to be, especially in the world in which we live. You’ve just got to embrace the cool ol’ cat that you are, and take it one step at a time, until you get to your final destination. Concentrating on trying to perfect yourself is not selfish. When you focus on being the best that you can, independent of what you think the world expects from you, you are inadvertently contributing to an even better world.

And who doesn’t want to live in one of those??!?!!

It’s all a part of the process.

-MLC

PS Remember that Smiths cover I promised you here? Coming real soon. Real REAL soon.

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Wake Up, Break Up… (Kidnap A Child)

…and then pray for some sort of a miracle to help you regain the strength to get super in shape and make the bastard eat his heart out understand that what happened is for the best.  But what about when you have dictated to yourself time and time again the contents of conversation that presented itself that one, upsetting afternoon, and the only rational conclusion you can reach is that it shouldn’t have happened?  That it was your stubborn response against his honest concern, and somehow, in an attempt to remain calm, collected, and in control, you have successfully managed to calmly, collectedly and controllably end something that was, in its potential and entirety, too good to be over?

Me taking out my emotions by climbing a wall. No I'm kidding, this was taken way before. I blog now, I'm allowed pictures like this without necessary explanation DUH

Here’s what you do.  You pick yourself up where you left off; somewhere in between the honeymoon stage and the unchartered territory of a more comfortable and beautiful place with a person you were growing to , dare I say, love; and you make something familiar your own.  Like my neighbor’s child Like a  classic

COVER COMING SOON!!!!! getexcited.

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April 4, 2012 · 9:53 am