Wind of Change by Scorpions

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

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I want to be a child of tomorrow.

Weekend in Brief 5

Mar 24-26 A new day, a new club, Airport Lounge, courtesy of David Fu. Been spending many a weekend with that guy and it’s like meeting a new version of the same person, slightly upgraded, each year for six years, until one sunny afternoon, you discover a completely different person. Many thanks to the folks who trucked out, Alex, Willis, Sean, and Jay. Celebrated Riley’s First Birthday the next morning, 40+ guests of happening peeps, and a petting zoo too! Thoughts of chasing chickens in the street. When evening rolled in with gray clouds and friends, sang and was serenaded the birthday tune for twin connections at Maki Maki. And tomorrow? A race through middle California to bring a silly headed brother back to school.

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The 700+ mile weekend ends. After 8 hours driving, around 6 PM, I pull off to the shoulder of the 101 Freeway in Ventura County and spend 15 minutes with a cigarette and a camera, shooting the West Coast sunset. 5 cars join me; the dusky air rebounds in flashes of light. A giddy couple asks for help with memory archiving. The traffic back South winds around bends in serpentine curves, onlookers from every window with envious gleams in their eyes; their cars chase dust devils, joins the stream, and becomes another scale.

There is Life after turning 25. But who knew this trip would take 12 hours?

Beauty Secrets by Connie Sun

Step 1:

When I was younger, I was made to believe that one day
I would be beautiful, that beauty would come late for me
patience it runs in the family.

In other words: You are not beautiful.

A funny thing to say: how does one respond?
I scoffed and resisted the urge to give in.

My mantra: You are beautiful now, naturally.

But hope is funny too; like doubt,
it plays tricks with your mind.
An idea so tempting that
you are willing to wait and see–
A reason to carry on, dignity intact,
for the belief in a better you.

Step 2:

I am older now and somehow
I have become a girl who wears make-up,
a habit I picked up while waiting,
awkwardly at first and then with more skill,
even though I once cringed at the thought

Of ever becoming that kind of a girl;
I, who used to argue with my mother
“YOU DON’T NEED MAKE-UP TO BE BEAUTIFUL,”
am now, myself, seldom without it.

I have learned to accentuate the truth and hide–
better yet–disguise, to line my lips with lies,
color them in and polish them off with gloss.

I have learned to paint on my moods
with shades of neutral or sultry
Smoky or dazzle me, feel-free-to-judge-me.

Rule of thumb: either eyes or lips but never both–
last thing you want is both (your eyes and lips),
as if you are trying too hard to be something

You are not.

Step 3:

What if my beauty were invisible. Hope is a funny thing.
Like a joke waiting to be played, truth already made.
Is beauty still beauty if you can’t see it?

The truth is: I have never felt less beautiful.

As if a deal were made and beauty, tricked into hiding,
Or worse never coming. Somewhere in the process,
I became incomplete, either eyes or lips but never both.

Final Step:

These days no one says to me: You are not beautiful.

They don’t have to. I already believe it.

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You can read more here and, for future reference, she’s on the sidebar as well.

Weekend in Brief 4

Mar 16-19 Started out Thursday evening at The Boogie, and while the night air was rousing, the right vibe was lacking, and, in the end, we all walked out gagging. Better luck on a better day. Spent a lackadaisical Saturday afternoon with David and Allison at the Getty Villa, wandered that mansion of relics until a cutting wind floated us home for safety. And on Sunday, well… wept dearly for Natalie Portman’s shaved head on the silver screen in V for Vendetta. Here’s to big ideas executed poorly, but executed nonetheless.