IDEA FOR A PARTY
Beforehand, we go to the library and get one of those 70’s micro-biology films — the kind featuring compelling voice-overs with tinkly minimalist electronica — and get it on a reel. We set up a projector. People mingle as usual, with the film going in the background. We enforce video-quiz participation.
TOWARDS THE NODE
Last night we (which often refers to Anthony and I, if I haven’t already mentioned,) went and saw The Science of Sleep. Overall I liked it, but I sort of wish it had been a little more cohesive. And I wouldn’t say that about many films that are purposely disheveled in terms of plotline; I don’t recall leaving Mullholland Drive or Eternal Sunshine going “..what?” as much as I did last night. But the characters were engaging and it was visually blissful and I actually clapped my hands like an excited third grader a few times.
The neighborhood around the Esquire theater struck us in a curious way, and we spend a good deal of time before and after the movie walking around in it. The houses were interesting, though slightly too upper-crusty for my liking. It wasn’t suburby so much as it was neighborhoody. A nice blend of independent shops and big-name grocery stores, all of which didn’t seem to call attention to themselves too much. And seeing that essentially in the middle of a large city is something refreshing.
Earlier it was lengthy reading time at a coffee shop. There was a silverish tiny orb on the floor in the bathroom. And instead of be-be? One of those weird sprinkles? I was unable to think anything except “tiny camera”. I noticed it mid-activity (so to speak,) so I hovered my foot over it and shoved it into the corner when I went to the sink. I did however, with great difficulty, restrain from placing a square of toilet paper over it as I went on the door.
OTHER THINGS
1. There were a lot of youth hunched over stuff today, and squatting. Over phones, books, cigarettes or nothing at all. Sit up, everyone!
2. There is someone I once knew. We were intensely good friends until, weirdly, we weren’t. Our friendship was a fairly central element to my very being, and so it really tore me up when he stopped talking to me. He sort of also sucked recently in an indirect fashion. (Could this be. More vague.) I may have seen this person yesterday, while I was sitting on a brick wall. He may have been working at the restaurant I was sitting next to. I’m not sure. I didn’t really stick around to verify, because the whole thing still kind of makes me sad, and it goes beyond the “it makes me sad, let’s fix it and thereby expel the sad” but rather it’s a “I think it’s best that we never speak again if we can help it” sort of sad. Baroque sad. Complicated sad. So I left.
3. I’m having this intense urge for longer hair these days. I don’t know where this desire is coming from — I have been a smug pixie-cutted sprite for about six years now, never able to coax it beyond my ears for irritation and the inevitable desperate haircut. I also am not sure how long I want it. Not long enough to touch my shoulders I’m sure, but I just want a little more to deal with for some reason. Hopefully this will pass, because honestly having super short had has always been one of my favorite things about me, and it’s kind of freaking me out. Freaking me out the way becoming an English major freaked me out. (But I’ve been at point ‘A’ for so long! I’m comfortable!) (And really, that might be the reason right.)
4. This is an era for change for me, complicated hair feelings notwithstanding. You know this is a new online journal, web-address speaking, but did you know I have a new email address as well? I do. I’m using gmail, and so far I mostly like it, particularly the chat feature. It auto-saves apparently, so that I might always retain such compelling statements as the following:
me: I have Dora the Explorer breakfast cereal
its cinnamony stars, and it doesn’t remind me of anything
it’s good
Anthony: the second statement is my favorite
ATTENTION NPR
“joining the probe” is a poor use of word choice, when talking about investigating Mark Foley’s sexual harassment charges.
