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Sunday, January 23, 2005
the constructs of mating

i wasn't some doxy from the wharves. but when i woke up cold, naked under the sheets, with the thermostat on too low and an empty, mocking space beside me, female indignation kicked in. why in hell would he leave when we were having so much fun? okay, so i was dead to the world and maybe not that much fun at all, but i would have appreciated a warning.

i bolted upright and tried to get out of bed, fumbling as my legs got caught in a tangle of every imaginable fabric—cotton, chiffon, silk, denim, lace, more cotton. i was ready to leave no stone unturned if that was what it took for me to get my hands on his little escapist self.

and then i saw him.

his back was to the window at the end of the room. his posture was relaxed, his face free from the ravages of worry, his head encircled with a shimmering halo of sunlight, his hand holding his...

HARVARD BUSINESS REVIEW.

i suppose he was indulging in some twisted sort of intellectual masturbation. but still, he had left my side for a book. on any other day, i would have been oddly touched, since he's not (and i am) one of those people who'd take a book with them on the proverbial deserted island. but the fact that he had jumped ship to get it on with some drab, disconsolate, university-fellating doodad instead of, say, machiavelli or achebe made me sting a little. just a little.

by then, my mind was reeling from a hundred episodes of retribution. and i was so ready to launch a full-scale, vindication-driven assault in response to the little stunt he pulled. but before i could pursue the first stage of my brilliant attack plan, he looked up, smiled and said, "hello, love." and then i melted.

so today, i know that i am in way over my head. i was testy and hormonal, yet i still dissolved into a puddle of need after waking up to find him reading HARVARD BUSINESS REVIEW instead of keeping me toasty.

i also know that i will let this incident slide. but i am not enough of a ninnyhammer to let him go on thinking that i am too forgiving. in the future, i will make sure i go to wharton just to annoy him.

but for now, i'll get back to bed and give him that urgent look. the one that says: hello. boy. me. naked. cold. come. here. now.

i rode north at 9:51 PM
36 kph
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
black sabbath

i find that the world waits for no one. i've only had time to take a breath, and there it is, turning the corners like there are no stop signs, riding away from me again. but it was a sunday. i had the license to park my ass and get some coffee first before i went pedaling gung-ho after it.

it was oddly quiet in the little australian café. he with his book, me and my espresso, the few others with anomalous versions of caffeine. behind the little everyday tragedies and the larger ones that bring disjointed pieces of life together, i was just glad to enjoy 1:31 pm and the pre-approved silence prevalent in any siesta-afflicted country.

the espresso felt good going down. and like a fluke, it had the effect of liquor, breaking down my defenses and making certain body parts more limber than usual. this wasn't me more aware. this was me at the height of comfort. signature coffee-shop couch. face hidden in male shoulder. arm thrown over the back of the seat. bare leg tucked neatly under short skirt.

as a decent, law-abiding citizen, i would have pondered the ramifications of my vague botticelli montage. but i couldn't. i was under the influence of some fluke espresso, remember? besides, when i closed my eyes and opened them again, it was 3 pm. i had fallen asleep. the lion had sunned in public. how barely legal. how utterly, horridly gauche.

and as i struggled to contain my growing embarrassment, he, the owner of the male shoulder, patted me on the head and promised (unprintable) things when we got home. all because of the pretzel pose i had pulled off. but i'm not complaining, of course. i may not pray, but i do count my blessings.

and i leave love to those who know.

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posted by transience at 11:57 PM on Jul 10, 2005
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Sunday, January 23, 2005
the constructs of mating

i wasn't some doxy from the wharves. but when i woke up cold, naked under the sheets, with the thermostat on too low and an empty, mocking space beside me, female indignation kicked in. why in hell would he leave when we were having so much fun? okay, so i was dead to the world and maybe not that much fun at all, but i would have appreciated a warning.

i bolted upright and tried to get out of bed, fumbling as my legs got caught in a tangle of every imaginable fabric—cotton, chiffon, silk, denim, lace, more cotton. i was ready to leave no stone unturned if that was what it took for me to get my hands on his little escapist self.

and then i saw him.

his back was to the window at the end of the room. his posture was relaxed, his face free from the ravages of worry, his head encircled with a shimmering halo of sunlight, his hand holding his...

HARVARD BUSINESS REVIEW.

i suppose he was indulging in some twisted sort of intellectual masturbation. but still, he had left my side for a book. on any other day, i would have been oddly touched, since he's not (and i am) one of those people who'd take a book with them on the proverbial deserted island. but the fact that he had jumped ship to get it on with some drab, disconsolate, university-fellating doodad instead of, say, machiavelli or achebe made me sting a little. just a little.

by then, my mind was reeling from a hundred episodes of retribution. and i was so ready to launch a full-scale, vindication-driven assault in response to the little stunt he pulled. but before i could pursue the first stage of my brilliant attack plan, he looked up, smiled and said, "hello, love." and then i melted.

so today, i know that i am in way over my head. i was testy and hormonal, yet i still dissolved into a puddle of need after waking up to find him reading HARVARD BUSINESS REVIEW instead of keeping me toasty.

i also know that i will let this incident slide. but i am not enough of a ninnyhammer to let him go on thinking that i am too forgiving. in the future, i will make sure i go to wharton just to annoy him.

but for now, i'll get back to bed and give him that urgent look. the one that says: hello. boy. me. naked. cold. come. here. now.

i rode north at 9:51 PM
36 kph

rolly pedaled up to say...

Once again, I am tagging (got the right word this time) along and am enjoying the ride very much.

I'm sure by this time, you already know that you spoke too soon. He was reading because he didn't want to wake you up, out of respect for your peaceful sleep. To appease his libido, (who wouldn't be turned on with a naked body beside him?) he had to read and keep his mind off that until such time as when you're ready.

That was some look you gave. I can't passon a message like that. That is if I was sensitive enough to read the message. Sometimes, guys have to be told, you see.
3:55 AM
Blex pedaled up to say...

I leave the bed only to prepare breakfast.
4:40 AM
ennui pedaled up to say...

Gosh transience it just crossed my mind how much different our friendship would've been had there been blogs back in college. I'm gettin a headache just trying to imagine.
4:47 AM
Jay pedaled up to say...

I'm glad to hear it made you melt, because it made me melt, and I'm all the way over here!!
I hope the look rewarded you!!
9:41 AM
JErm pedaled up to say...

i'd get myself a dog, guys can be morons sometimes. if i were him, i'd lie there and watch you sleep. it's like being in heaven, only heaven can't be as real! ;)

you remind me so much of an ex-girlfriend. i was the moron back then leaving her in bed. cold. while i checked my mail and chat with my clients online.

fuckers we are!
2:16 PM
Stan pedaled up to say...

It would be nice to believe in Rolly's description.
3:24 PM
wala pedaled up to say...

i would assume he immediately dropped the paper and in one mighty leap landed right next to you, immediately enveloping you in is warm embrace, legs intertwining with yours, etc etc etc.
forgive me, i am jealous.
3:50 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

rolly >> hmm. that's an interesting account from the male point of view, heh. as for the look, there are only two that i send out with amazing clarity: my come-hitherlook and my back-off-i-could-kill-you look. i already know which one you'd choose.

blex >> sometimes, i can go without breakfast. if only to stay a few extra minutes under the covers.

ennui >> if there had been blogs back in college, i would have changed your mind. and don't ask me about what.

jay >> oh, the look definitely rewarded me. and boy, do you need melting. all that snow in canada, if you know what i mean.

JErm >> hush. you already know what i feel about this.

stan >> i agree.

monsterspank >> you say that now. you haven't seen my back-off-i-could-kill-you look. =)
3:59 PM
claudzki pedaled up to say...

LOVE this post!!!

would love to see a post on your "full-scale, vindication-driven assault" :D
4:08 PM
ennui pedaled up to say...

Oh but you had ...
4:55 PM
rain pedaled up to say...

hello, lovethose two words are traitors to any strategic attack for vindicating one's self. but i'd hafta say that might actually be a fortunate thing. :)

ps-the trans-ennui exchange has gotten me highly intrigued... *evil grin*
5:04 PM
fish fish pedaled up to say...

Kekeke... interesting.
5:24 PM
JErm pedaled up to say...

*shuts mouth*
6:48 PM
ninjato pedaled up to say...

Would it be wrong to say that I am slightly amused by this? (although I would also be probably be burning in hell by now, for making it this far, but that's besides the point isn't it?)

By the way Rain, intrigued is not the word I would use lol
3:55 AM
mussolini pedaled up to say...

transience and ennui > three years after college and i still am your biggest fan :) i believe in the open-endedness of all things that involve the both of you.
8:30 AM
ennui pedaled up to say...

mussolini - Bless you child for your faith ;P
8:45 AM
mussolini pedaled up to say...

ennui > harharhar. those roman catholic gods have blessed me for so much less. :)
9:00 AM
Kathleen pedaled up to say...

and then i melted.some people have a way with that don't they...
9:06 AM
transience pedaled up to say...

claudzki >> thanks! i shall try to post about one of my "episodes." but i have to get rid of the fuzzy feeling first.

ennui >> really? i doubt it.

rain >> ennui and i are, erm, complicated. trust me on that. as for your last post, i found it hilarious that you, ennui and blex would gang up on me. on the topic of being god even. evil children of the corn. +D

final note: i'm so glad you're alright.

fish fish >> interesting name. thanks for dropping a line.

JErm >> good boy.

ninjato >> ooh, but you would be amused (burn in hell, burn in hell!). i'm sort of embarrassed now that you've acknowledged what i've written on here, but then i firmly believe that i should have no regrets. as for "intrigued," well, you would know the story, wouldn't you. god, you are so bad. haha!

mussolini >> shuddupuckup. your word.

ennui >> there you go again.

mussolini again >> not if givenchy and hermes had anything to say about it.

kathleen >> that they do. oh, yes. and i'm sure you know what i'm talking about.

to everyone else who knows what i am talking about >> i'm coining a new word: transennui.

tran·sen·nui, n the state of being that inspires intrigue despite the lack of any clandestine elements. ha.
9:29 AM
small squirrel pedaled up to say...

(out of breath...heaving)
I'm late....

OK so I am clearly missing a bunch of stuff :)

But let me say this... my ex used to leave me alone in a cold bed... not for anything as heady as the harvard business review. oh no. my ass was left to ponder the whys cause he was off watching... MOTOR WEEK!

And though I love him, he wouldn't know Achebe from Machiavelli! Count your blessings, my girl! Hee!((Awwwwwwwww.... :) ))
9:48 AM
rain pedaled up to say...

ninjato - okay, so what's a better word? how about discombobulating? :p

trans - can't help it. i'm a curious cat. transennui is a good word. very apt definition as well. (oh, and thanks for the concern, sweetie.)
2:05 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

squirrel >> no worries. you're on time. it's just funny how comments can go off tangent, you know. and yes, i am counting my blessings. though i understand the male preoccupation with cars. the other day, after some, erm, action, we watched in contentment the shelby cobra special on discovery channel. that was great. but i don't dig the sports shows. no, i could never get that.

rain >> curious, curious. and no, my friends should never get sick.
2:26 PM
CAROLVS pedaled up to say...

I always say when I'm getting out of bed. I think it's personal courtesy, even if to just nudge my partner lightly from slumber.
2:42 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

that's very conscientious, carolvs. i like that. =)
3:27 PM
wala pedaled up to say...

i'd say transpank... and here I thought you were discussing the constructs of mating ...
5:00 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

well, don't get your knickers in a twist, spank. the last time i checked, we weren't mating. =)
5:21 PM
wala pedaled up to say...

would you have wanted to ... get my knickers in a twist? =)
5:46 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

what a question. what do you think?
5:56 PM
wala pedaled up to say...

gorgeous
7:14 PM
ninjato pedaled up to say...

transennui - Oy...we should have coffee again soon...'nuff said =)

Rain - don't get me wrong, it's not your use of word that I am against =), I'm just saying that's not the word I would use to describe that particular pandora's box
9:25 PM
jason pedaled up to say...

oh, lighten up. a man's got to always stay on top of the best ways to defraud foreign governments.
11:42 PM
ninjato pedaled up to say...

okay...will try to keep my mouth shut then. *mmpf*


6:38 AM
transience pedaled up to say...

. >> thanks very much.

ninjato >> mmm. coffee. yes.

jason >> hehe, that was funny. but a girl's got to always stay on top of men staying on top of the best ways to defraud foreign governments. it is, after all, how politics is made.

ninjato >> sweetie, we let the proverbial cat out of the bag already. so you don't need to gag yourself. =)
8:21 AM
small squirrel pedaled up to say...

I'm confused... my mommy always said the stork brought politics ;)
11:08 AM
nicole pedaled up to say...

transience, I agree with you that if it was Achebe or Gabriel Garcia Marquez it might have been a different reaction altogether!!

beautiful reading, as always.
12:33 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

squirrel >> i was always overly suspicious of the stork theory.

nicole >> gabo! i love him. and thanks for the kind words.
1:22 PM

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iron maiden: day 2
transience

my closest closest friend said, "if you say you'll miss me if i don't go, then yes, i'd like to join you."

i had already made plans to meet with her, our dragonfly friend. but i tell him, "yes, i want you to be there. i need you to be there." it's funny how with people you've known most of your life, three is always a company and never a crowd.

the train ride to the café is harrowing. there is an air of desolation in the cab, so thick and soft you could cut through it with a butter knife. there is a mother holding her baby, wondering where her next paycheck will come from. there is a beautiful woman holding hands with a not-so-beautiful man who will never marry her. there is a coed reading an old letter tucked into her calculus book. there is a middle-aged businessman, eyeing the coed and looking down her blouse.

then there are the both of us, wondering when the train ride will end. we sit and stare at each other. this is the way we talk about things sometimes. i can read his silence the way he reads my smile. on some days, it drives our other friends mad, since they can hardly join in on our mute conversation.

the train rocks awkwardly as if swaying to an old disco record it alone can hear. right now, our eyes have stopped talking about the train ride. we are now talking about how that damn cup of cappuccino should be worth all this.

in minutes that seem like hours, it is time to get off. we heave a sigh of relief. he comments gently on how hot is. i swear like a sailor. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

our dragonfly friend is not yet there when we arrive. and so we meander. we look around, point at some ridiculously dressed habitués and laugh.

when he finally looks at me, the tilt of his head is prophetic. i know what he is thinking. i smile at him. he knows what i am thinking. we are not just friends. we are eight years of walking down a road that has always had two separate destinations. that is alright now. he's had his loves and i've had mine. there will be no intersection there.

"hey, guys! sorry i'm late."
"ah. she arrives."
"have you two been waiting long?"
"nah. we could both wait forever and we still wouldn't be bored."

she smiles knowingly at my statement.

later that night, the coffee tastes too good. he tells us how work is distracting him, thankfully, from thinking of the person he wants to think of. i tell them my eyes are getting bad and that i am going to the beach soon. she says she is in love in a way she has never been in love before. we tell each other we will all grow old together.

then there is a beep. it is her mobile. when she turns away from us to answer it, he and i look at each other. we conspire on another of our silent exchanges.

i am glad you're here.
so am i.
are you okay?
yes. but i could be better.
i'll have another cigarette, okay?
help yourself.
i'm glad we're in a better place now.
i'm glad we started over.

there are some lessons etched too deeply into our hearts that we can hardly teach ourselves to unlearn them. there are some things left unsaid that we know we should have just said when the other was still there (at the right place and at the right time) to hear them. he and i know these. we had been through hell and back together. and we are still walking down a road that has always had two separate destinations. there will be no intersection there.

weep not for the memories, somebody told us once. we're not. we still have our memories. but more importantly, we still have each other.

i rode north at 8:08 PM

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A Request Granted

3:20am

i email a select group of authors before publishing any of my collection on site. these are very creative people and most of them became transience's friend, one or two her lover. one of them asked me this favor of deleting the comments page because of the following reasons:

a blogger with too many names but eventually revealed itself because of his intimation with trans is in every post's comments page and is a friend.

comments entered into by this blogger are mostly flirtatious and seductive at first.

a different story evolved because of his postings. photographs, conversations, prose and poetry dedicated to this affair was shared in bloguniverse. there ensued even a beautiful collaboration (which i collected, of course).

to some it was a beautiful internetlove story, to others too graphic, scandalous and even perverse not to be shared. it was all together beatiful for me when this author asked me not to.

the blogger is really head over heals in love with trans and felt remorse that both had to put an end to their respective blogs.

besides, it's true that the comments page occupies too much space!
i was allowed though, to use the pictures he actually sent my_transience.

but most importantly... i promised.

*the following collection's comments page will be shared through email instead.

for you...
happy happy!







Tuesday, July 05, 2005
bicycle diaries (director's cut)
this is four days too late. i let life get in the way of life and now, the red-letter day has come and gone, fragile and forlorn. so let's pretend it's the first of july again and that my little trangression had never been committed. again, my apologies to myself and a hundred kinds of self-soothing to follow tonight.

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the northern way was born a year ago at 3:01 pm. there was no real purpose to it, no real reason to ride a bicycle to norway—that was just a metaphor. instead, there was a writer who had nothing and too much to say all at once, plus a large, anonymous void to do some decorating in.

it didn't even look like this in the beginning. it was dark, stark, spliced with photographs of bicycles taken in postwar berlin. there was less ambiguity then, less profanity, less sass, less sexual content. but that shit got old quickly.

and so the lights came on.

and suddenly, there was an icelandic singer opening and closing her mouth, with moonshine dancing on her tongue. there were yellow stickies, a box to whore in, fancy buttons to push. there were facetiae and delicate intellectual snobberies and nameless, faceless people going in and out of the door. it was all good—like having gatecrashers at a party over and over again minus the sensibilities.

needless to say, the right hand which wrote in pretty cursive went on indefinite leave. and in dead of night, all it took to be published was the right name (quick fix) and a password (over-the-counter therapy).

i don't know how long this pedaling will last. i don't know what i'll do when i finally get to norway. maybe i'll kick off my shoes. roll up the legs of my jeans. have some tea with milk. smile at strangers. give a nice, tall boy a kiss. take photographs of oslo. leave my bicycle by a grassy knoll for a lost soul to find. and walk barefoot to hungary.

there are no happy endings, really. those are just a reprieve for stories that have yet to finish telling themselves.

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transience said...

happy anniversary to a blog that taken on a life of its own! to everyone who wants to share the love, bring it on. party hats are optional.

and just in case i forget to tell you: i had a really nice time.

11:26 AM
shadowbox said...

I raise a glass of Norwegian aquavit to you on this anniversary.

11:45 AM
Aleksu said...

Zorionak!

Happy first blogoversary!

I was lucky to happen upon your blog a few months ago, it was after the metamorphosis to the present stage, now I'm curious about those pictures of bicycles taken in Germany.

12:22 PM
milktea said...

To hungary barefoot. nice. my mother will not stop me from reading your blog then. :)

Trans, happy anniversary. we are having a nice time as much as you did.

12:38 PM
J41M3 said...

I hope that you get to Norway. I've enjoyed watching the journey so far.

2:57 PM
Jax said...

Yay Trans! I would've thought you'd have been blogging longer than this. ah well.

:: smiles and tries to be nice and tall ::

4:24 PM
claudzki said...

funny..i was just watching motorcycle diaries last night...

belated happy anniversary to YOur blog...indeed, it has come a long way from where it started [and that wasn't bad...]

here's to more years of trans and her northern-way!

mwah! :D

5:47 PM
anonymous said...

Congratulations on completing a year! It had been an amazing 'ride' so far and looking forward to much more!

5:50 PM
wala said...

hey sweetie. happy anniversary. i raise my mug of strong, freshly brewed coffee to moonshine, lovemaking full tilt on a bicycle, metamorphoses, and conversations with you. may you forever be insatiable for wordplay and moreso, foreplay;=)

5:51 PM
Roger Stevens said...

Happy blogday to yooooooo
Happy blogday to yooooooooooo
Happy blogday dear Transience
Happy blogday toooooo yooooooooooo!!!!

I don't suppose you'll ever reach Norway will you. And would you want to?

And where does Ms B fit into the grand scheme of things?

6:27 PM
bullish1974 said...

*raises flute glass*

6:39 PM
I.:.S.:. said...

*Flute glasses (or whisky tumblers) rise all over the world. Your health. Live lucky. (11 comments within about 15 mins of posting?)

7:07 PM
I.:.S.:. said...

Well, about 7-odd hours actually

7:08 PM
Mercurial said...

Happy Anniversary!

Cheers for ride. Though I hope Norway continues to elude you :O)

No offense.

7:14 PM
I.:.S.:. said...

but still

7:16 PM
I.:.S.:. said...

I'm being converted to comments gradually... They're like a conversation in a moment of time that solidifies and you can go back and look at... like wondering around in a world with stopped time, seeing where everyone was caught at the instant time froze..

7:24 PM
Fist said...

Happy ... 4th of July!

If you do make it to Norway, just make sure it's when the lights are on.

8:17 PM
Deek Deekster said...

i want to congratulate you on the persistent way you dally with us all and long may it last

gratulerer med dagen til dagboken din!

9:09 PM
RuKsaK said...

A year old - amazing you celebrity you. This place is a work of art from top to bottom - it's so totally yours and it's a lovely place to come and sit down, relax and drink words in - and the flavours you offer them in are simply divine.

What I'm saying is - I love this place and when I'm a year old hope I can be as proud as you should be of the writing you spill here (although I doubt spill is an accurate word here)

9:19 PM
SafeTinspector said...

I feel like the guy who walks in just as the party host finished telling a really funny story. You know, that time when everyone is just getting done laughing, and they're all catching their breath.
I look around at all the faces and ask, "What did I miss?"
The answer is, usually, "Never mind, you had to be there."

But I wasn't!

9:20 PM
snst_blvd said...

when you get to norway, get me a nice norwegian boy. =)

9:23 PM
Kerouaced said...

Norway is a forever and a day away, Trans. You can pedal and pedal and will cover plenty of ground but then you realize that the journey was much longer than you ever anticipated...

9:42 PM
wala said...

ahh a milestone.
things will never be the same.
...cheers!

10:34 PM
trine said...

well, if you ever *do* make it to norway I will be there waiting for you....

but i kinda hope you don't as it might mean the end of all this..

happy anniversary, transience, hurra hurra hurra!

10:43 PM
Potted-flower said...

Uh. Crap. What do you really look like then?? I'm confused...

11:37 PM
Rama The Drama said...

I definitely don't want you to get to Norway(esp. if you are hanging your boots there) because it's in YOUR JOURNEY that we get a taste of your smells,sounds and feelings that gets magically transformed in our minds through your picturesque words!

May you indulge us in many more travelogues of your Life in the coming year!Happy Blogoversary!

12:16 AM
jenn see said...

it's strange how time changes things.

unoriginal thought, but there you go.

cheers on a year's worth of writing.

12:42 AM
Mere Existence said...

I've been on rollerscates this entire time, but didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

12:50 AM
madgirl said...

((((u))))

so im wonderin

is the livin flow of your blog a reflection of an evolution within your self? or have you been makin the empty space more home-like? like - settin up the furniture you already had kinda thing?

either way
ive had a nice time peddlin after ya :)

2:00 AM
EGO SVM CAROLVS said...

Happy 1st! :) :) :)
More to come. :) :) :)

2:02 AM
gusgreeper said...

happy happy first.
if.you.went.away.i.would.die

i love it here.

2:20 AM
Sarah said...

i probably would have cheated and posted this as the first.. even though it's not the first anymore.

=) happy bloggiversary..

i've been at it not quite 7 months longer than you. although, i have half the talent with words and feelings.

"there are no happy endings, really. those are just a reprieve for stories that have yet to finish telling themselves."

quite.

3:25 AM
Cocaine Jesus said...

POP!!!
glug glug glug

*fizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

just pouring a glass (or two) of champagne.

enjoy.

4:04 AM
Jen said...

Happy blogiversary to you!

4:41 AM
Carrie said...

wow! congrats on lasting so long and good on the evolution of your blog..........btw..you're my daily epiphany....such a brilliant mind and so open. like a breath of fresh air. thank you. ;)

7:21 AM
Anonymous said...

I'll have a glass while you're about it, JC.

Cheers!

7:29 AM
Roger Stevens said...

I'll have a glass while you're about it, JC.

Cheers!

Whoops. That's better. Wouldn't wanna miss the cake.

7:31 AM
Wardo said...

You've done a lot in a year. Good job.

-A

9:05 AM
Lorena said...

happy to join your party, happy 1yr anniversary!! love how you filled us in on some of your reasons for starting it.
hope you never stop pedaling.
wonderful story :)

btw, in this film i saw "mr & ms smith" there was a similar quote which stayed with me long after the film. "there is no such thing as perfect endings, they are just stories that haven't finished yet" i loved it and loved how beautifully you have written it yourself.

i'll have some of that tea :)

9:21 AM
karma said...

happy anniversary sweets! i guess one can say you have come a long way. no, don't stop pedalling, ever. the fun is in the journey, not the destination

xxx

9:36 AM
jey said...

happy anniversary to one of the best blogs around!:)

keep 'em coming, trans!

9:47 AM
small squirrel said...

happy birthday babe. you are a seriously amazing woman. skip norway and run away with me to Italy... better shoe shopping there anyway! heeeee!!

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.
and buona fortuna, cara!

10:22 AM
small squirrel said...

you know I meant anniversary and not birthday.... well, bloggy birthday.

ah fuck it. I am just a dumb ass editor. HAHAHHAHAHHA.

10:22 AM
mariposatomica said...

happy anniversary! I enjoyed reading your blog post. Can't wait to see your blog entries on Blex's blog.

10:32 AM
therainandme said...

hey trans

happyanniversaryhappyanniversaryhappyanniversary...

cant imagine what it would be like not reading ur blog.
tc

1:27 PM
post said...

here's to hoping that you never stop pedalling!

or at least when you get to norawy, here's to hoping that you never stop writing!

1:28 PM
rolly said...

happy anniversary! I just hope the ending would be a good one. Like that boy you're generously kissing... lucky him.

I still believe in fairy tales, thank you.

1:50 PM
john said...

my world just righted itself (well, sorta) in time for your party.

i find reason in your words, that's why i linger.

happy anniversary.

1:57 PM
mrsmogul said...

That was a good post, I liked "tea with milk", I think I will have some of that today :)

4:18 PM
transience said...

i have to single out some people here. i can't help it.

blex >> i forget the link but every single photo came in black and white. my favorite was a bicycle stuck in snow.

monsterspank>> you have said much too much.

roger >> she is keeper of my secrets. but apparently not anymore.

mike >> my timezone is GMT+8. but you already know that, right? and you ramble well for a semi-virgin commenter.

deek >> dalliances are my specialty.

RuKsaK >> and i'm supposed to make a gist for your blog after that? the pressure!!!

safetinspector >> that was funny.

trine >> no, not the end. not yet.

potted-flower >> i can't really asnwer that question. but i do know you don't look like a duckling (gosling?).

mere existence >> you're still on wheels and that is the important thing.

maddy >> i just think i got to learn more html.

lorena >> i have to watch that movie. did i tell you i have a thing for angelina? no? well, i do.

jaime, ramchi, endlessecho, john >> thanks for being here again.

mercurial, mariposatomica, mrsmogul >> thanks for dropping by, newbies.

4:35 PM
Anil said...

many many bloggy returns of the day...here's to another year of pedaling up!

7:15 PM
Sara said...

well, hats off, hot damn, and the like. i hereby toast to you in the way too early morn. to norway!

7:58 PM
North said...

never too late to greet you. don't stop pedalling, keep it on!

8:53 PM
>sheE<>> so nice to see you back. thanks for the greeting. did i tell you we share the same age, sign and chinese birth year? huzzah!

>sheE< >> that was so sweet, you. thanks for the love and all that.

mitzzee >> i'm looking at the piccy again while i type this.

potted-flower >> hee. i'll send mine if you send yours. deal?

taryl >> no. no. and no. thanks.

blog ho >> with scones, yeah?

shadowbox >> she's not puking cum, if that's what you're thinking. she's swallowing then regurgitating the moon. pretty neat, eh? so you think i should lose the bike right about now? get myself a che guevara t-shirt?

alix >> i love what you said about entering a foreign film. that was so descriptive and highly flattering. thank you.

ygwin >> lovely pony. with the shimmery shoulders and romantic hair.

kathleen >> three years is a great achievement. congratulations!

slim whale >> vodka mudshake!

finnegan >> always so eloquent. okay, so how about a compromise? present progressive? i'm having a really nice time.

stella >> or new york. to new york on a taxi.

saturnyne >> hi back. i've missed you.

perfect virgo >> the travesty will continue, of course.

chris >> bring it on.

dlak >> what a lovely way to put it. i'm printing this comment right now. and i've set the font to 16-point dauphin. again, thanks for the gift.

allister >> you aren't so faceless to me.

kathleen again >> splendid. i will check out your answers as soon as i can.

blackops, srikar >> a great northern-way welcome to both of you.

2:37 PM
Potted-flower said...

very funny. You don't understand, though, I am ACTUALLY a cygnet. Its the truth!

3:45 PM
King of Space said...

"If, as you live your life, you find yourself mentally composing blog entries about it, post this exact same sentence in your weblog."

Maybe you saw this meme going around Trans, but after one year of blogging, It can help you evaluate where you are.

You know what? Me I actually think about what my bloggers I read will talk about. Until today, I never guessed a blog content, and this is perfect :-)

Happy blogversary Trans! TY for sahring your writtings with us

6:51 PM
A-hole! said...

so you popped your cherry, eh. good for you.

8:37 PM
transience said...

potted-flower >> a pretty, pretty cygnet.

king of space >> i've never really lived my life composing blog entries about it, but it's something to think about.

a >> more like popped the question, but that will do, too.

7:08 AM
gulnaz said...

an year of pedalling to norway, yowzaa!! my only regret is that i did not come across your blog earlier. i just love the way you use metaphors, love the way you write, totally!!!
here is hoping to see more of your special brand of moonshine.
the name of your blog, the format, everything fits in together...congratulations, you have done great! ;)

10:18 PM
Corsarius said...

it's a bit too late, but --

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! for your blog, i mean. ;)

Btw, Slip of the Pen recently turned 6 months old. June 30. You're 6 months older than me, blog-context that is.

6:52 PM
transience said...

gulnaz >> that was so sweet. esepcially about the moonshine part. thanks very much.

corsarius >> happy half-year! and better late than never, especially for friends.

11:16 PM
Potted-flower said...

settle down, now.

3:47 AM
anumita said...

Am I late? HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to the blog!!
And Norway is where we are all heading, furiously peddling to keep up. Once you reach Norway, we will wait for you to lead us through adventurous roads to another land of mystic and magic.

To the writer, transience, who the English language would be proud of! Cheers!

1:34 PM
transience said...

potted-flower >> i have! and with coffee, too.

anumita >> you're just in time for the drunken revelry. and thanks, dear, for the greeting.

2:29 PM


posted by transience at 11:11 AM on Jul 5, 2005
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blogcollector's best photo of trans for postmastergeneral's comment
Friday, July 08, 2006

london
i've always thought that i had been born in the wrong body on the wrong continent. i'm sure of it now.

what i had were images of london and what had happened the day before. and suddenly everything i had were those from far away who, like a subtle turn of phrase, had made a nowhere into a somewhere. suddenly everything i had were the bridges and the buildings and the broken bodies. suddenly they were me, and i was them.

and what followed was this. me trying to connect to those beautiful, elusive ones whom i knew but had never met. wondering if they were okay. wondering if their loved ones were safe. wondering if they were close enough to the ravages. wondering, always just wondering.

i'm still sitting, looking out the window, waiting for the letters that haven't come. and 6,672 miles away from home is a heart that beats and hurts and weeps. my heart.

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DLAK said...

Yes my heart is heavy, oh my god what the fuck are we doing!? We (humans) have heaven right here but we are sooooo messed up we cant enjoy it. I believe the only way all this shit stops is if we (the world) are confronted with a common enemy like aliens or a disease. It may be the only way for society to survive is for it to colapse first.

6:55 PM
Jax said...

'society' as we put it is always destructive. civilisations are defined by who they fight against. I don't expect it to stop anytime soon.

And that said, I have a bizarre apathy towards it all. I think it is a self-defence mechanism (as selfish as this may be). I have trouble dealing with my own small world of suffering, let alone the larger one everyone else enjoys. I wouldn't last long.

7:04 PM
Cocaine Jesus said...

dlak>>>you are so bloody right. we are human beings and we are all the same, regardless of colour or faith. we are living in eden and WE make it hell.
relgion is sadly the cause of all this violence because religion (and not faith) divides in a way that only tribalistic humans can.

all faiths should either put aside their little differences and unite as one or fuck off entirely and let a new and more loving, liberal faith replace it.

there are beliefs and practises that, all though not as big as christianity or islam, BUT are equally as valid and possibly more benign.

jax>>>sadly you are right. mankind is a kind of sickness.
as for apathy . . .
be careful of that contagion as there are always unscrupulous people out there who live off of apathy and turn and twist it to their own designs and then we 'free' people really suffer.

trans>>>London is beautiful(and yes i am biased) has suffered worse than this. We will bury our dead and maintain our ridiculous 'stiff upper lips' and we will hold two fingers up high to AQ, or whoever did this evil act and say this . . .

'is that the best you can do? c'mon try it again. we're ready for anything you mother fuckers can chuck at us. bring it on.'

as for you being born in the wrong body . . .
having never seen it i should not comment but it sounds bloody fantastic as it is so don't go changing it.

being born in the wrong place?
no i don't think so.

it would be mega wonderful if only you lived here though. i could pop in for a cuppa tea!!!

give that beating heart a kiss, it deserves it!

8:35 PM
A-hole! said...

the fuck? was reading the comments and looks like people have been watching war of the worlds lately. heh.

8:40 PM
Aleksu said...

I really hope those letters arrive to bring a measure of solace to your heart.

9:15 PM
Carrie said...

Yes this touched me as well and not just because I have relatives there either. I know where you are coming from with this post.

10:18 PM
Kerouaced said...

Well said Trans. I don't think you're quite human if you can't feel for people when something senseless like this happens. Nowhere should innocent people die. This incident received a lot of press because of the spectacular nature of it but we shouldn't forget about all the other places in this world where people are needlessly killed daily. I would have to agree with dlak it seems our society might have to collapse first to survive...

10:52 PM
bullish1974 said...

i hear ya. my heart broke when i heard the news.

10:55 PM
Lorena said...

very pretty words for london. my prayers follow them to where they are.
lovely again transience :)

10:55 PM
snst_blvd said...

where is the world coming to?

damn crazy people.

12:53 AM
Perfect Virgo said...

You're soul was born in a compassionate body. We who read you are richer for it. Thank you.

12:59 AM
stella said...

this post makes me feel like we are all connected. my heart weeps too.

12:59 AM
trine said...

we're ok here in Brighton. close, but not close enough... it's horrible though. feels really weird and mental that this should happen... but everyone I know are OK!

1:08 AM
gusgreeper said...

i hate it, it is scary. sucks we live in a world where we can't all get along an accept one another. we all know these things will happen again, i hate feeling so unsafe and being what i consider harassed by every news station to watch it. knowing it and feeling pain for those hurt etc is enough for me thank you no need to watch it over and over again.

2:52 AM
gusgreeper said...

goes wihtout saying but i will say it anyway.

beautiful.writing.my.friend.

2:53 AM
post said...

humanity. we have the capacity for incredible compassion and incredible depravity.

things like this are always devastating.

3:00 AM
Mr Anigans said...

it's things like this that make me seek seclusion.
it's things like this that make me come back out again.

7:02 AM
Roger Stevens said...

We're all okay in this family and household. My son lives in London but he's all right.

If you think it's to do with religion, I think you make a mistake.

Terrorists are sick. They are not going to succeed. They kill innocent people, men, women and children. They are evil. Church leaders condemn them in whatever faith they claim to represent.

Meanwhile - it makes no sense. We just get on with our lives.

Peace and love.

8:12 AM
milktea said...

because generally this world is disappointing.

8:54 AM
Sarah said...

shaun and his family are all OK. but i know EXACTLY what you mean.

i freaked the fuck out and couldn't stop.

9:09 AM
alix said...

as i said to deek, i am a very angry alix.
you see, part of me is in the west, the other part is in London.
i could curse a blue stream, but ruksak did it so well...
what kind of world will my child inherit?

9:19 AM
Abster said...

It's so sad, isn't it? How some people can endanger, hurt and kill others for the sake of self-interest...

2:05 PM
claudzki said...

felt similar emotions when 9/11 happened in new york...

...and to think, the day before, the city was in jubilation for winning the host city bid for the 2012 games...

...but it's weird you know, the way we feel this surge of pain when something happens to london or new york, or some major city in the world...

...but when it comes to regions like darfur, iraq, palestine, it's become so commonplace - it's shameful that a big chunk of humanity doesn't really give a damn - so much so that we need something like 9/11 or london to make us realize that "shit...that could have been me...or someone i held dear..."

2:06 PM
Potted-flower said...

I'm sorry I didn't read that sooner. that was the best london post I have read. Come here. You should be here.

3:00 PM
ninjato said...

I feel for ya trans seriously, sometimes we all become so wrapped up in our own bubbles that we don't realize that sometimes the world truly a dangerous place and there really are sick psychos out there... and off-topic, I know this is kind of late but bel8ted you-know-what...and yes, I know, I'm a heartless and unsentimental jackass, but that's just me, (heh)...

3:37 PM
I.:.S.:. said...

Thanks

8:40 PM
Blog ho said...

that was lovely. thank you for saying it.

10:14 PM
Anonymous said...

i have always wanted to be born in europe.:)
this kind of mindless murder is shocking whether it happens in london or iraq, so many lives destroyed for whatt?
ty 4 writing this.
hugs.

gulnaz

10:56 PM
shadowbox said...

You, too, could get the "round button thingies" if you were on a Mac :)

As for your post, to paraphrase Bruce Cockburn: "you see the extremes of what humans can be..."

12:06 AM
SafeTinspector said...

I'll buy "wrong continent," possibly. But wrong body?
What sort of body would you rather be in? I've often wondered what I would look like as an underage Vietnamese prostitute; is your ideal anything like that?

1:39 AM
allister said...

It's a whole world controlled by a few men and there are unfortunate people who get caught up in the middle. It really gets to me when people say 'its bound to happen and there's nothing we can do about it.' That is a really sad thought.

7:57 AM
karma said...

i love london, it feels like home. but one never knows where terror will strike, and that's sad

10:43 AM
SafeTinspector said...

Not to belittle what happened, but statistically speaking we're safer with terrorists than drunk drivers. Heck, we're safer with terrorists than we are with a bar of soap in the shower!

As a society, we should think like a cloud of gnats. No fringe minority can ever get us all.

This is small consolation indeed to those directly affected. But that would be true for any tragedy.

12:22 PM
Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

I love London and the people there having spent a quite a bit of time there over the years. I think these horrible tragedies, or the fact that people murder like that in cold blood is always so hard to comprehend. There is so much tragedy in the world on a daily basis though I am not so sure why something like this affects everyone so severely when the every day tragedies do not.

1:10 PM
deryke said...

thats sad. and i'm sad too. sorry london. i'm sad for you! y'all have my prayers. -lil d!

5:24 PM
Corsarius said...

well-said, trans. a more than worthy tribute to people wasted by meaningless deeds. i fear that the next time they will strike here in our own country, it will be as brutal, if not worse.

6:40 PM
nin said...

well said....
lets pray for the poor souls who are still fighting for their breath....

11:57 PM
Fist said...

Is there a legal age for prostitutes in Vietnam?

12:55 AM
finnegan said...

ditto all the above sentiments cubed.

1:47 PM
Spicy Cauldron said...

It's Monday and the sun is shining fiercely in London bringing with it a stifling heat. There are still fewer people out and about than would be normal for a day like today, and the levels of polite interaction are definitely up. Everyone is glad to be alive and scared of dying at any moment. Nobody can assure us of the Tube's safety, or that of the buses. Nobody could before and we all felt a little wobble when having to use London's public transport system.

I logged onto the BBC News site this morning to find a headline piece which ran long the lines of 'Go back to work, Londoners urged'. It was changed less than an hour later, now reading 'Defiant Londoners go back to work'. Yet the article itself remains unchanged. It's clear we are being hit with propaganda at a time when we are susceptible, weak and psychically injured as a nation. Perhaps now we will see an upsurge of support for ID cards, the biggest attack on our civil liberties since the Poll Tax.

I can accept no justification for last week's bombing outrages, for there is none; the atrocities were the work of cowards. But at the same time, we live in a world where violence is legitimised too damn often; where our G8 leaders stand as hypocrites, victims of terrorism all but often the very people who inflict state-sanctioned terrorism such as the illegal war against Iraq. How can we justify one form of barbaric behaviour under the guise of promoting democracy? Defending democracy is another thing entirely, should be another thing entirely. I'm not arguing against defence. I'm arguing against all forms of aggression. It is debatable among those not inclined towards hysterical and blinkered responses as to whether attacks such as those London experienced last week were unprovoked aggression; to me, they were not entirely unprovoked but they can never, ever be said to be excused or justified. Death should come of its own volition; nobody should never help it along.

What I am saying is this: if this country and the US had kept out of the affairs of the Middle East, did not give such unblinkered support to Israel in its ongoing and disgusting humiliation of the Palestinians, and if we did not go about starting illegal wars on pretence of bringing freedom when truth is it's all about the oil, then the chances of this terrible terrorist attack last week might at least have been considerably lessened if not diminished entirely. Terrorists do not grow in vacuums, nor do they materialise in conditions where the majority are happy. Terrorists grow in number through what they perceive to be injustices against themselves - yet how they go on to justify atrocities against people is beyond me. Still, we must look at the planetary conditions as a whole when thinking of responses to outrages against our individual nations. A global problem - terrorism - does require a global solution. I just don't think it's the one Bush has half-formed in his small primate brain. But Blair, his ally... is intelligent, a skilled negotiator. Why he ever allied with Bush's 'War on Terror' I will never know. It got us nothing in return, not even Kyoto-related concessions. The US still stands as a nation wilfully blind to the truth of global warming and the consequences of that - far more impactful than any given terrorist attack, no matter how horrendous.

We cannot divorce the horror from the politics and lies which surround it; neither can we excuse the horror because of the politics and lies. Violence is never a solution and always wrong.

If we could get that idea into the heads of Bush and Blair as well as Bin Laden and every other fanatic, then we might start to see some progress towards a real and lasting global peace. For now, the lost lives of those caught in a crossfire of ideologies, obsessions and expediencies must be grieved for, their loss acknowledged.

People died last week across the entire world who should not have died. They died because of bombs, starvation, torture, needs and hatreds. I am sorry for them all. I am only one man. But together? We can do this. We can put an end to the madness. It takes time and the willingness to act compassionately, defiantly and openly: the courage to make a difference. Play it forward.

6:13 PM postmastergeneral said... It hits me when you people can sometimes feel so dramatic about news like this. so what's new? hunger, corruption, poverty, drugs and the like surrounds you and never did i remember you writing something as profound about it when you know exactly where you're from, who you are, how you look! you are full of shit you plagiarist you! you just have to write something about the bombings in london to social climb! you cheap son of a bitch! blogwhore! accept your fucking ugliness and if you can't, i suggest you solicit thru blogshitting money for your major makeover and surgery, blogbitch! but then again, I just don't know what to do with myself everytime i see the likes of you on blogger. i feel like hacking into blogger and rip this page apart and step on your fugly face! And then this hatred i feel for you, your monsterspank, ramen messenger and ambassador to your islandfuckinguglydictateduponprincessmaidfrogbitch will fade. Go away!!!

i happen to save this comment before it was deleted by the blog administrator. a lot was posted after this but was not fortunate enough to save all. a post in itself. :-D

4:12 PM
Pincushion said...

Thank you for this.
Take care..

4:28 PM
monsterspank said...

Yes very sad. There is such feeling that runs through this post.

12:03 AM
Jackal said...

'and 6,672 miles away from home is a heart that beats and hurts and weeps. my heart.'

This I totally relate to.

4:46 AM
transience said...

thanks for the comments, everyone. the london bombings affected us in different ways. and though it is sad that it should take a tragedy like this to inspire solidarity, we should focus on the lessons that we've learned instead. and the fact that life is precious and is always worth preserving.

10:06 AM

posted by transience at 6:16 PM on Jul 8, 2005
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
black sabbath

i find that the world waits for no one. i've only had time to take a breath, and there it is, turning the corners like there are no stop signs, riding away from me again. but it was a sunday. i had the license to park my ass and get some coffee first before i went pedaling gung-ho after it.

it was oddly quiet in the little australian café. he with his book, me and my espresso, the few others with anomalous versions of caffeine. behind the little everyday tragedies and the larger ones that bring disjointed pieces of life together, i was just glad to enjoy 1:31 pm and the pre-approved silence prevalent in any siesta-afflicted country.

the espresso felt good going down. and like a fluke, it had the effect of liquor, breaking down my defenses and making certain body parts more limber than usual. this wasn't me more aware. this was me at the height of comfort. signature coffee-shop couch. face hidden in male shoulder. arm thrown over the back of the seat. bare leg tucked neatly under short skirt.

as a decent, law-abiding citizen, i would have pondered the ramifications of my vague botticelli montage. but i couldn't. i was under the influence of some fluke espresso, remember? besides, when i closed my eyes and opened them again, it was 3 pm. i had fallen asleep. the lion had sunned in public. how barely legal. how utterly, horridly gauche.

and as i struggled to contain my growing embarrassment, he, the owner of the male shoulder, patted me on the head and promised (unprintable) things when we got home. all because of the pretzel pose i had pulled off. but i'm not complaining, of course. i may not pray, but i do count my blessings.

and i leave love to those who know.

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>>>blogcollector deleted comments pagemariposatomica said...

Caffination is always a good thing! I love the images you use like "disjointed pieces of life together" and
the way you end it. I really enjoy your writing.

1:14 AM
SafeTinspector said...

What a charming tableau you paint.
I would, however, ask all those involved if there were roofies in that espresso....

1:39 AM
Potted-flower said...

what the hell happened when you fell asleep? and CAN you fall asleep after espresso? hmm...

3:39 AM
deryke said...

wow! never been thi high on the list

i just wondering why nobody drew a mustache on you? perhaps a friendly goatee?

6:17 AM
sasfdasfdljkfksdjkfjsd said...

yes, if you're tired enough you can fall asleep no matter what. Maybe that's what they mean by "power-napping."

a·nom·a·lous
Deviating from the normal or common order, form, or rule.
Equivocal, as in classification or nature.

but if everyone gets drinks that deviate from the norm, doesn't that become the norm?

7:03 AM
sasfdasfdljkfksdjkfjsd said...

e·quiv·o·cal

Open to two or more interpretations and often intended to mislead; ambiguous.
See Synonyms at ambiguous.

Of uncertain significance.
Of a doubtful or uncertain nature.

actually I like the "of a doubtful or uncertain nature" definition, probably closer to what you were meaning.

7:13 AM
Aleksu said...

I worked at a coffee shop for almost two years, and I can only wish I had witnessed a tableau as rich as the one you just described.

8:14 AM
gusgreeper said...

sadly i likely would of drawn something on you.

i liked the end dirty girl.

8:31 AM
mussolini said...

you lied. you didn't have to.

8:40 AM
North said...

the ending has never been better. anyway, you must be awfully in need of a rest to sleep after some caffeine intake.

10:48 AM
ty bluesmith said...

nice nice nice.

11:16 AM
alix said...

perhaps you were preemptively resting for what transpired after? i'm tempted to go nap in a coffeeshop now...think it might do the trick?

11:17 AM
slim whale said...

maybe yours was the anomalous version of caffeine, otherwise you wouldn't have slept.

this is as sluggishly dreamy as a siesta. rich and vivid.

11:27 AM
King of Space said...

What is a pretzel pose? I can't figure it out... Like the pretzel shaped like a heart?

11:32 AM
Anonymous said...

that's why i just drink fruit shake. keeps the body cold. :p

~milktea

11:42 AM
transience said...

mariposatomica >> you're back! thanks very much for the kind words. and i think the ending was rather kicky, too.

safetinspector >> the barista denied all allegations.

potted-flower >> erm, i fell asleep? and apparently, if there's anyone who will fall asleep after espresso, it would be me. i'm your go-to girl.

deryke >> my house is your house. and i would have preferred a daisy on my cheek, thanks.

ray ray >> i used to power-nap in the office before i realized it actually robbed me of my will to work for the rest of the day.

a·nom·a·lous, adj strange and difficult to identify or classify

i think the above is more of what i meant.

i don't quite understand your question about drinks and deviating from the norm. but i am quite sure i didn't get the american raspberry-laced freddoccino.

thanksthanks for the semantic lesson, anyhow. i enjoyed it.

blex >> if you had witnessed something like the one i described, i'm sure you would have made the guys at the retirement home down the street very happy. think: photos! LOL!

corinna >> please not spock.

mussolini >> apparently my email did not satisfy you. are you pulling an il duce on me?

skeet >> a few years ago, i didn't drink coffee because it had an adverse effect on my system. and then i got over the adverse effect. and then i regressed.

ty >> sweet sweet sweet

alix >> excellent. i never thought of that. and be careful where you nap and with whom you intend to do it with. we're talking highly trusted factors here.

slim whale >> or maybe i was the anomalous one. use ray ray's first definition of anomalous above.

king of space >> pretzel pose. a physical posture that comprises two or more body parts bent at an angle and held in position for an hour or more.

milktea >> belated happy birthday! i like strawberry fruit shakes. did you drink some to celebrate?

11:48 AM
claudzki said...

is this a sign for me to start going to coffee shops? :D

12:03 PM
J41M3 said...

Il Duce? From Boondock Saints?
Do all the girls in the city have that much fun? I think I might move and start drinking coffee!

1:23 PM
wala said...

coffee. sleep. transience.
pretzel pose. monster.
unprintable items.
my cup of tea **u
hi there gorgeous.

1:40 PM
BatJay said...

can you tell me where i can get this fluke espresso

2:38 PM
gulnaz said...

*grinning*
loved this!
going to sleep on his shoulder sounds soo right.

'the lion had sunned in public.'
wonderful line!

btw, sleep can overcome caffeine when strong enough, personal experience.

this really was such a sweet post, something i needed to read. thanks.

4:14 PM
ninjato said...

first line is my life at the moment...as for the rest...um ah forget it, I'll be nice this time heh

4:14 PM
jey said...

"i find that the world waits for no one."

how true. and how sad.

as much as the world would not stop and grieve with you.

hard truths live up to their name, i guess.

4:51 PM
transience said...

claudzki >> are you really having that much trouble sleeping?

jaime >> no, as in benito mussolini. the fascist. and i would think that any party would be a good party if followed by coffee. but that is an extremely yuppie point of view. enjoy your youth and worry about the labels later. =)

monster spank >> what's with the **u?

batjay >> MOCHA BLENDS, congressional branch. you have been warned.

gulnaz >> heh, it would have been sordid if not for my sense of humor. so glad you liked it, the lion said.

ninjato >> eeevil.

jey >> and complicated names they are, too.

5:12 PM
wala said...

i want to see you on a short skirt, doing a pretzel pose.
and yes. i'd hand you an espresso if you wanted a cup.
it's on me. just let me see the pose.

sh*t. nasty thoughts.
sorry.**u

5:24 PM
The Flea said...

Transience -- I'm with ::a::. It would have made a lovely scene, observing you in your pretzel pose. Unless, of course, you were drooling.

As always, splendidly scribed and metaphorically marvellous! Give me more please. LOL

6:08 PM
Anonymous said...

I have been using espresso to keep me awake. I couldn't think of anything much stronger. And you fell asleep?

6:57 PM
snst_blvd said...

im caffeine intolerant. one sip can get me up for 2days. (im dead serious)

im thankful they just dont offer coffee in coffee houses. tee hee!

7:30 PM
Gangadhar said...

Hi transience..this is really a very nice post from you..
And there are some beautiful lines...i liked them verymuch...

7:46 PM
trine said...

your posts are always too short. I almost reverted back into lurking there, as I didn't feel I had anything profound to say, but there you go...

I am off to norway in two weeks actually, can't wait!

7:52 PM
De.vile said...

Caffiene is a beautiful thing when you arent allowed to drink.

WHY should you have so much of the things you cant mention on a public blog?

8:31 PM
wala said...

** instead of the:
u in place of )
sorry, does it annoy you?
xx_ ill stop.

9:11 PM
post said...

"i may not pray, but i do count my blessings."

this made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

but wow, if espresso does anything for me, it gets me wired. how could you manage sleep...?

10:39 PM
taryl cabot said...

They make espresso martinis now, so next time suggest you combine vices.

11:13 PM
Lucia said...

I am (unsurprisingly) yet again impressed. You have wonderful flow, smooth yet distinct. :)

12:14 AM
Potted-flower said...

'I had fallen asleep'. Yes, you were asleep. Or was that one of your oh-so-clever english twisty things?

12:16 AM
Carrie said...

LOVE BLACK SABBATH....and I DO pray AND count my blessings, just seems like no one is listening....that's another band though.

12:30 AM
EGO SVM CAROLVS said...

I luuurve the pointers I always pick up here. :]

1:56 AM
Perfect Virgo said...

I'd be late for my own memorial service! I log on to find another beautifully sculpted piece of wordage and I'm last in the queue as ever. Belatedly let me say mine's a Columbian, hot black and thick as broth. You can't sleep through those!

3:19 AM
stella said...

i loved this sweet ending...
and the (unprintable) things - that's just classy! =)

3:52 AM
Blog ho said...

i love pretzels with whipping cream and hand cuffs.

4:09 AM
Sk8RN said...

That was some cup of coffee! ;-)

5:36 AM
Lorena said...

you know, coffee brings me comfort too. what is it that does it? i can't believe you fell asleep. you really must have been drained. good dreams i hope??

great writing and what a great last line! who are these lucky people.

6:31 AM
Sarah said...

unprintable...

this only makes me want to know.more. of course.

7:26 AM
Jay said...

There's no thing like a loved one's passing that reminds you that the world never slows down. Even if you personally shut down, once you start up again, everything has changed, the world has gone on without you, and you must run and play catch up.

7:42 AM
King of Space said...

ah ok, I think I understand the poretzel pose... it is like a foetus position... well.. I am not sure... Trans make a picture of it, I am too much visual... :-P

7:54 AM
RuKsaK said...

Is it possible to tattoo comments onto someone else's blog? For that is what I may as well do - scrape an ink-filled needle across this place decrying how wonderful it is and leave it there for every post, which I know will be as scintillating as the others.

9:33 AM
Jennynyc said...

"the lion had sunned in public."

I love this line! What a lovely vignette!

9:36 AM
jenn see said...

so sweet. a good dream that lingers.

9:38 AM
karma said...

a comforting male shoulder is a good reason to fall asleep, no matter what you drink :)

9:51 AM
Carrie said...

I also like what Blog Ho likes....oh YEAH! ;)

10:43 AM
Kerouaced said...

Whether you meant you slept literaly or figuratively it is possible either way. Caffeine doesn't treat everyone the same way. I have an aunt who drinks several pots a day and hit has no stimulating effect on her. Like drinking beer and only getting the calories I suppose. And again Trans beautiful piece.

11:16 AM
bullish1974 said...

ah, coffee post. ah, sunday coffee post.

you actually fell asleep? are you sure it was cofee and not milo?

11:57 AM
transience said...

monsterspank >> eep. could that be classified as an (unprintable), too?

flea >> you bastard, LOL! actually, i was sleeping quite peacefully. without the snores, without the drool, thank you very much. and when i sleep, i do so very soundly. my beau has to check up on me every few hours to see if i am still alive.

anonymous >> adverse effect, apparently.

sunset eyes >> hahahaha! there you go, my heroine.

gangadhar >> thanks very much.

trine >> really? i've become conscious of keeping them concise since everybody is so preoccupied with time management nowadays. and don't worry about the comments. you're not obliged to make them. i'm just very glad you're reading. =)

happy trip to norway. wait for me! oh wait...don't. i may be very, very late.

de.vile >> you aren't allowed? oh dear. and i don't understand the question.

enjoy the new job!

monster spank >> geez. i am some sort of dumbass. it took me a while to get it. LOL! and no, it doesn't annoy me sweetie. don't stop harder!

kay >> waaaaaah! my body's all screwed up. help.

taryl >> is it five percent alcohol?

lucia >> wow. thanks for that.

potted-flower >> not twisty enough, apparently.

mitzzee >> LOL! hilarious comment.

carolvs >> but dear, they're not pointers! my embarrassment should tell you as much.

perfect virgo >> colombian? mmmmmm.

stella >> suddenly, i felt all shy. on a good day, i would have elucidated. crap.

blog ho >> bring it on, then.

Sk8RN >> like you wouldn't believe.

lorena >> i should really get away and have myself a sleep vacation. i'll throw a slumber party before i leave, though.

sarah >> darling, but you already do. scorpio. you.

jay >> beautifully put.

king of space >> i'm a visual person, too. and i do sleep in a foetal position, but not while sitting on a couch in public. that would have been too much for my sensibilities.

RuKsaK >> you've marked me.

jennynyc >> thanks! i'm a leo, incidentally. what's your sign?

jenn see >> like traces of sleep when you haven't had enough.

karma >> well said! of course you know what i'm talking about, minx.

mitzzee >> threesome?

kerouaced >> literally. fell asleep with face hidden in male shoulder. arm thrown over the back of the seat. bare leg tucked neatly under short skirt.

i cringe now as i type that. stupid espresso.

bullish1974 >> i swear it was espresso. i swear. even if you dunked me in warm chocolate (as a pretzel), i would still swear the same thing.

12:29 PM
anumita said...

and you leave love to others? well, they need to definitely discover it then with expresso, an australian cafe, a man with nice shoulders, and a short skirt!

1:22 PM
Kathleen said...

I can learn that much needed vocabulary just by reading your writing... i admire the way you're able to make even the smallest of everyday moments something completely unique and utterly special.

4:15 PM
transience said...

anumita >> they could add some other things to the mix, too. if they were so inclined.

kathleen >> you are always so generous with your compliments when it comes to my writing. thanks very much. it means a lot. even with the odd vocabulary lesson thrown in.

4:20 PM
Sara said...

caffeine, particularly in intense espresso form, has that breakin'-down-the-defenses effect on me too, though without the sleep. i like that the last single-sentence paragraph is made in pentameter.

8:28 PM
Mere Existence said...

How sad that I, the great lion tamer, missed this event.

11:09 PM
Carrie said...

trans - i'm full on games.....3some sounds hot, only we need to determine the true sex of blog ho... ;)

11:25 PM
DLAK said...

Back when I actualy went beyond the borders of my own domain I used to go to a coffee shop with a women freind. We found it a nice place for reading (her) and drawing (me) But it always made her sleapy and me horny, Expresso can knock you out if you are allready tired and it can knock you up if your with me.
I think all women should wear short skirts and I think your writing is wonderfull.

12:40 AM
jenn see said...

vaguely generalized compliment:

i really dig the titles of your pieces. thought you'd like to know.

2:46 AM
transience said...

sara >> wow. i didn't even notice it was in pentameter. you are good. and another thing about strong coffee is that it makes me pee, like, every two minutes. but it's easy work in a skirt.

mere existence >> you tame lions? how cool! you do know that lions make no pacts with men, right?

mitzzee >> who cares what his gender is?

dlak >> i never want to be knocked up. but i think your comment told as entertaining a tale as my post. thanks for the compliment, too.

jenn see >> mutual admiration for titles. i like that. =)

9:01 AM
Jax said...

*ahem* the which cafe?

10:19 AM
transience said...

MOCHA BLENDS. partner of sydney-based MOCHA COFFEE.

10:28 AM
wala said...

trans,
ok, so maybe we could (unprintable). after that, i'll (unprintable) you till the morning. then, (uprintable) and (unprintable).

shush. i'll just shut up now.

10:59 AM
transience said...

monsterspank >>raunch, raunch, everywhere! thank the god of small things that trans is the most amazing woman who will ever grace your star-spangled sky.

i leave her to kick your (unprintable) and (unprintable) and (unprintable) raw. =D

11:14 AM
JErm said...

another moment of bliss in a goddess' life.. *envy*

2:05 PM
bismuth said...

this is beautiful and heartwarming and all but you still owe us. BIG TIME.

7:34 PM
wala said...
i love to eat pretzles....

8:32 PM
snst_blvd said...

i always go to this local coffee shop Balconaje. And Seatle's Best if Balconaje is full of ugly people.

i dont really dig mocha blends. or maybe because both of the coffee shops i hang-out in are owned by my friends. gotta patronize the free stuffs! LOL (i hardly get any, sadly)

9:11 PM
madgirl said...

the coffee shop ritual :) caffeine rush and couch-scrunched pose and feelin lazy-good.

ahhh :) i love it :)

/me tips a mug your way love. cheers.

9:47 PM
Jax said...

I demand you stop referring to that place as an Australian cafe. Its not nice! Jax's head starts to hurt.

9:59 PM
Carrie said...

trans - right-o! 3 is fun! but I love that you wrote "who cares what HIS gender is"

i'm IN! ;)

10:28 PM
jonny ragel said...

black sabbath used things a little stronger then espresso. but you've natural firepower. you are an unstoppable force.

(nice work)

12:16 AM
Anil said...

this has to be one of the best descriptions of a sabbath I've ever read....to think you can produce poetic prose describing the mere act of a siesta says something about your writing!

1:05 AM
Potted-flower said...

was that dirty orrr?... WHY YOU AVOID QUUUUESTION??

2:17 AM
mrsmogul said...

caffeine I miss so bad!! I would love a shot of expresso. Nice post.

2:38 AM
Roger Stevens said...

uh huh

oh yeas

why of course

definitely

but did we cant a little to the left there?

what am I talking about?

What are roofies?

What's in the bag?

do I care?

what is going on here?

7:47 AM
Sk8RN said...

I was a little belated in catching the "unprintable things." I love your innuendos.

BTW - You've been tagged. ;-)

1:53 PM
Mridula said...

Coffee! Your musings remind me of a time when it made me sleep, but it was because of I was putting in hours and hours in college, and then at night, in the canteen I would take a cup of coffee and crash in my room. Not anymore, now coffee keeps me awake. Of course I never had anything as insteresting as this!

4:37 PM
Gangadhar said...

Just pedalled up to say a big.."Hieee!"

7:24 PM
transience said...

JErm >> i did promise you a coffee a long time ago. maybe i should buy a plane ticket to indonesia?

bismuth >> eep. i'm wracking up serious debt here.

monsterspank >> me, too.

sunset eyes >> ugly people?! LOL! such a cheeky girl. and i don't really dig MOCHA BLENDS either. it was just a convenient place at the time. i'm more of a CBTL girl.

maddy >> and a beautiful ritual it was.

jax >> why ever not? okay, how about this..."it was oddly quiet in the little café that sold australian coffee." yeah? sounding better to you?

mitzzee >> baby, with you looking like that...hell, i'm in even without blog ho.

johnny crash >> i would make a sucky black sabbath person thingie.

anil >> really nice of you to say so. thanks.

potted-flower >> i'm not avoiding the question! i just didn't get it. i'm dense that way.

mrsmogul >> i would buy you one if i was there in the UK.

roger >> i have no idea either. this is bedlam. welcome.

Sk8RN >> (unprintable) things are always very intriguing. hee.

mridula >> fluke espressos have made stranger things happen.

gangadhar >> back to you!

9:16 PM
transience said...

JErm >> i did promise you a coffee a long time ago. maybe i should buy a plane ticket to indonesia?

bismuth >> eep. i'm wracking up serious debt here.

arthur >> me, too.

sunset eyes >> ugly people?! LOL! such a cheeky girl. and i don't really dig MOCHA BLENDS either. it was just a convenient place at the time. i'm more of a CBTL girl.

maddy >> and a beautiful ritual it was.

jax >> why ever not? okay, how about this..."it was oddly quiet in the little café that sold australian coffee." yeah? sounding better to you?

mitzzee >> baby, with you looking like that...hell, i'm in even without blog ho.

johnny crash >> i would make a sucky black sabbath person thingie.

anil >> really nice of you to say so. thanks.

potted-flower >> i'm not avoiding the question! i just didn't get it. i'm dense that way.

mrsmogul >> i would buy you one if i was there in the UK.

roger >> i have no idea either. this is bedlam. welcome.

Sk8RN >> (unprintable) things are always very intriguing. hee.

mridula >> fluke espressos have made stranger things happen.

gangadhar >> back atcha!

9:20 PM
finnegan said...

whew trans, your comment space is turning into an epic unto itself.

i don't know if you feel the same, but i find this space one of the most addicting aspects of blogging.

that said, i don't envy you having to answer such reams as this on a post-to-post basis! does your computer ever burb or fart from being engorged?

chuckled at the "barely legal"
reference. hustler's one of my faves. next time you decide to splay your goods, make sure flint has ample warning so as to have blog paparazzi focused.

did your shoulder take any phone-pix himself? i'd like a few, if you don't mind.

1:00 AM
ennui said...

i'm a cbtl person too! when are u gonna share tea with me again? aren't u gonna treat me? Ü

2:22 AM
Potted-flower said...

Ok, ok, here is it simply

'WHAT THE HELLLLL IS THE LION???'

2:26 AM
exile said...

mitzee & trans- might i offer my services? mitzee can vouch for me.

mad props to shoulder owner, btw, wakes you up to let you know what unprintable things he plans on doing to you. i would probably just sit there and point.

8:11 AM
exile said...

mitzee & trans- so if we have choices between canada, california, and the mystical island of transience, which do we choose? where should we come together? (hehehe)

8:14 AM
Carrie said...

Trans - you are so sweet really! ;) I'm totally flattered, and if your bicycle ever makes it to Canada, look me up! Blog Ho or not. cheers bella.

9:59 AM
transience said...

finnegan >> haha! i feel the same way. the comments here are way better than the posts. the interaction is always fevered, and you definitely add to the excitement. as for responding to the messages, i find it a more fulfilling pursuit, than say, conceptualizing ad copy for an upscale residential subdivision. sadly, my computer is hefty--no embarrassing bodily sounds. and no, there were no pictures. the shoulder is discreet. but i bet HUSTLER won't be.

ennui >> how about friday next week? my treat.

potted-flower...oh, that one! i am the lion. i've referred to myself as that in previous posts because my astrological sign is well, leo.

exile >> as long as mitzzee vouches for you, i'm game.

mitzzee >> but of course! canada is my next stop. i have relatives there, too.

10:18 AM
Roger Stevens said...

We live in the country and we've just had a power cut lasting for 12 hours.

So what did I miss most?

A cup of coffe this morning when I woke up.

Meanwhile - are you going for the hundred comments mark?

6:29 PM
Srikar said...

well written!

9:50 PM
Corsarius said...

little snippets of thought:

anomalous versions of caffeine. i'm no coffee drinker, but the coffee-variety zoo is getting a lot more crowded, methinks.

siesta-afflicted country. insert my cackle here, hehe.

lastly: the combination of bare leg tucked neatly under short skirt, how barely legal, and promised (unprintable) things when we got home. am i thinking what you want us to think, trans? heh. :)

damn. another colorful (erm..erotic?) entry set against a mundane background. only you can pull that off, dearie! ;D

11:04 PM
You've Got What I Need... said...

coffee is known to inspire hot, hot heat when amongst combustables. and you, transience, are quite flamable.

2:51 AM
Anti-Blogger said...

I always liked it when they played the song "Iron Man".

Huh? What?

6:27 AM
Neel said...

I love coffee, going to have some now. Do you take your coffee with Kafka? I love your posts!

10:32 AM
transience said...

roger >> crap! i hate power cuts. so sad you missed your coffee. but your power is back on, yeah? so that means you've had your morning cup.

and no, i don't have any particular goals as to how many comments i receive. but a 300-count would be nice. freaky, but nice.

srikar >> thanks!

corsarius >> dearie, do i seem erotic to you? LOL!

ygwin >> but so are you, pony. so are you.

ab >> holy shit. he lives.

neel >> i would share that cup with you. but though the spirit is willing, the flesh is nonexistent. so just enjoy it without me, while i toast you with my own cup. cheers! i'm glad you are better, btw. you've been missed.

11:19 AM
Carrie said...

perfect - c u when u arrive then. surely you'll recognize me. ;)

11:13 PM
Rex Venom said...

Strange shoulders and adventure.
Rock on!

5:27 AM
transience said...

mitzzee >> i'd recognize you in a heartbeat.

rex >> and the adventure continues. but it always does, mind you.

5:28 PM
IdeaSmith said...

My vague Botticelli montage....I loved that part.

5:49 PM
Carrie said...

;)

9:37 PM
. : A : . said...

Sometimes the caffine just hits you ... :-)

10:39 PM
transience said...

ideasmith >> i had the picture of botticelli's venus in my mind after writing that.

mitzzee >> hee.

.:a:. >> yes. it did. hard.

1:22 AM
Neel said...

I posted on here yesterday, but my comment disappeard? I hope you are well and enjoying yourself.

5:31 AM
Neel said...

oh now, i see it. must be something wrong with my computer.

5:32 AM
transience said...

i would never punt you, neel. you know that.

8:18 AM
Rama The Drama said...

"Damn!I waited three hours for something to happen..and this guy finally says what i want..but in his home?$#@&@!"...Well..that was the coffee-shop owner's grunt you didn't hear ;)

I wonder how you make seemingly mundane events,moments of bliss!

12:37 AM
transience said...

LOL! must've been the coffee.

8:50 AM
Potted-flower said...

Oh good I was freaked out then

4:38 AM
transience said...

oh, no worries. the circus had no missing animals or anything.

10:42 AM
Potted-flower said...

hehe


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