Life…The Final Frontier

Throughout my few, but very plentiful escapades in Austin, I have come to the conclusion that 1. I like it and 2. There’s sweet places to go. I’m usually there with a friend who more or less knows where he’s going and has never done me wrong in chosing a place to show me.
Yesterday night was one of the award winning evenings of the season. Went to Austin to meet a friend for some wine; I have had my share, but usually just stuff I buy myself. This place, Uncorked, satisfied my want for wine that evening. Honestly at that point, I wasn’t even worried about the wine, I was more concerned with who I was with, but the wine made everything more fun. I had a flight of sweet whites which was just what I needed to ease my mind of its insecurities. He noticed; good man. Back to the wine…it was great, I would definitely go there again and bring friends and turn them on to it. Let me just say: I do love wine. Love it. Mmm…wine.
After that, my wine escapades were far from over. The Austin Wine Festival was underway and there was NO WAY I was going to pass that up. So two friends and I bought tickets and were on our way. I got there and was in an Unterteilung of heaven. I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is in English…deal with it. Anyway, there were wines there from every winery in Texas. I was sincerely impressed with the outcome. Aside from the hot and sweaty weather, today was a good day filled with Pei Wei and lots of good Wine.

Ode to Wine…
Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child of earth,wine,
smooth as a golden sword,
soft as lascivious velvet,
wine,
spiral-seashelled and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times you feed on mortal memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your glorious spring dress is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left of your immutable soul.Wine stirs the spring,
happiness bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher add to the kiss of love its own.

My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we’re speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.

Hello again.

Here I am on my “summer vacation” before I embark on what will probably be the most shoddy summer of all times. It’s my own fault, or is it summer school who is at fault?
A little update from February to now: Spring Break came and went with no excitement whatsoever. I have been making the drive down to the Valley more often now; not because I have to, but because I feel like if I’m not there with my friend, I will miss out on something and not be there for her. She’s doing much better and I like to think that I had something to do with that. The last few weeks of the semester after the break kind of dragged on, there were some points where I thought we would never be done. I have overcome my fear of the metropolis that is Austin and am now a big fan. I also recently have found a new partner interest; now I don’t want the word partner to throw you off reader, I am just trying spare the use of names and gender so as to not give away identities. Wait…he deserves his own post so I’ll stop right here. Continuing on with my update…classes and life rolled on and toward the end, I was just anxious to get out. Also, graduating to a new step in adulthood, leased a new apartment at the same complex as my best friend and I can’t wait to move in. I’m just scared of that part of my life I suppose. The part that has to pay bills and keep track of things. I’m ready…I think. OH, I also have a new haircut. I think it makes a big difference in my appearance, 6 less inches of hair will do that. I’ll put a picture up. Another big update, I had my first drunken vomit episode, we all know how I just DETEST vomit, but it happened and let’s just say that it will never happen again. Toward the end of the semester, last couple of days there was scarce movement in the world but a little drama, but where would we be without it? Drama.
“Oh Gott in Himmel!” said in the Valentina voice. Now there’s a post right there, Valentina Glajar. Haha.
No real complaints, friends are good, sex is good, life is hectic, but good…new friends are always good so that’s where things are now. I’m sitting here only because I want to, because I enjoy this time to myself to think and express thoughts and as someone recently pointed out to me I like to cruise through the internet super highway via Google and satisfy my urges of curiosity and there is nothing wrong with that. Tell me you’ve never done that and I’ll hit a bitch.

That’s all for now, reader.
Until next time,

Karla Bonenberger

This is the new updated Karla Bonenberger as of March.

Where is my life headed?

‘Tis the question that I ask myself on a daily basis. When I don’t have an answer to my question, which is most of the time, it breaks my heart. It crushes me on the inside. I can’t help but think that everything that I have done up to this point has been crap. Useless.

What to do?

You know what’s fun? Fun for me at least…
All of my professors are super cool. They are people that I’d talk to on a normal basis. Without the BA’s and Phd’s. If you know me from before, you’re probably like…Oh Karla, there you go again making friends with another teacher. LoL That’s what happens. That’s Karla.

Hey read this. I wrote it about my best friend.

She is and forever will be the voice inside my head. I admire her. I admire her intelligence, her personality, her way of thinking and being. It’s that easy. Everything about her is everything that I want to be. My aspiration, my world, Karla, is all her doing. Throughout everything that she has done, she has had me in her heart and best interests.

That’s awesome.