I've had two new songs looping in my head all day. Fine with me -- I'm really fond of them. I may be stating the obvious, but I write songs I'd like to hear. These two, while I think they're great, may be rubbish to anyone else. Good thing I'm not writing for anyone else.
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I'm loving it: we're heading into July and it's all basketball talk on the sports radio stations I listen to when I drive. Soon enough, it will be the excruciating over-analysis of every bit of minutia concerning The Red Sox. If someone on the team has a hangnail, it will be discussed ad nauseum for days and days and days. Though I have nothing against it, I don't watch baseball, so even rational, informative talk about the sport would mean little to me, but the aforementioned nonsense? No way, son!
My phone just vibrated, letting me know I have a new voice mail. Hmm, that's odd: my phone's been beside me for the last hour. How did I miss the call? Oh, yes, silly me, I forgot - for some reason I don't get service roughly between six and seven every night. No calls can go out (I call a number and "Temporary Failure" pops up on the screen, effectively ending the call) and no calls can come in. So, basically, my phone was letting me know someone called and left me a voice mail that I CAN'T RETRIEVE! Ah, technology. Dropped calls, phone shutting off at random intervals, and now this. Makes me pine for the good old days of land lines.
It was probably my dad calling. I had called him earlier in the day. He's got to be the happiest retiree in the North East right now. My mother is spending the week at my grandmother's house and he'll be all alone. Ever since my mother retired, he's been feeling a bit encroached, I think. At least for the next several days, he can spread his wings.
And now, I'll spread mine and venture off to other things, one of which will be to watch the Celtics game. I may even work on some lyrics, time permitting. We shall see.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Hold on John, John hold on, it's gonna be alirght
As far as Mondays go, this one wasn't so bad. I did, however, have to fend off the tendrils of despair that whisper and undulate in my mind these days, faint but present. Most of it is grounded in reality, but still, I can't and haven't let it overwhelm me.
My parent's arrived at my place early yesterday morning and we made the trek into Boston to find the court house my mother will be serving jury duty at. My dad drove, I rode shot gun, and my mother sat in the back. I expected her to be more audibly anxious than she was. Even when my father took the wrong exit and we ended up driving through the city for a bit before we got back on the highway, she was fairly composed. I was impressed.
The courthouse was easy to find, right on the harbor and outside the city proper. My mother took solace in this and by the time we arrived back to Somerville, she was in good spirits. We went in to Davis Square for breakfast at Mr. Crepes and as we ate, I told my mother I was impressed with her composure during the trip.
"I had my eyes closed the entire time", she said.
"Ah, that explains it."
I'm not sure if that's progress or not, but I'll take it.
Speaking of my mother, there wasn't any fallout from the birthday incident. I ended getting her a nice, burgundy-tinted, hanging lantern for their porch. It matches the decor, too, which is not too shabby coming from a straight guy with a rudimentary sense of interior design.
So, here's the deal. Father's Day is coming up and if I forget this occasion, too, I'll definitely be in the running for worst son of the year. As an act of charity, dear readers, please feel free to remind me.
I've been thoroughly engrossed in The King of Elfland's Daughter. I lack the vocabulary to describe how enchanting this tale is. Reading from it is like seeing the world as a three year old again. I'm not suggesting the story is fit for a three year old, but the dreaminess of it just brings me back to that time. Anyway, enough trying to explain something I said from the outset I wouldn't be able to. It's enough for me to say I love this book and the warm, deep, spell it casts.
Great Celtics game last night. Kobe dumped 38 on us, but we still won. One more game to win and the C's are champs. I think they can do it.
I felt the urge to go for a long walk yesterday, so in the afternoon I hit the bike path and walked all the way into Arlington center. I traversed three cities: Somerville, Cambridge, and the aforementioned Arlington. I walked briskly and only stopped once to hang out at the shore of a pond for a few minutes. When I reached Arlington center, I looked at my pedometer and was surprised to learn I'd only traveled a little over three miles. I thought I had traveled double that distance. Still, it was a great walk. I plan on doing it again, only next time I'll go through Arlington and into Lexington, where I'll step off the path onto my grandmother's back yard and pay her a visit. Should be fun.
And you know what else should be fun? Some more World Cup soccer. I'm off to see if there's a game playing. I was going to share an interesting plot line in my life that could get a little sticky, but I'm going to see how things develop first. Stay tuned.
My parent's arrived at my place early yesterday morning and we made the trek into Boston to find the court house my mother will be serving jury duty at. My dad drove, I rode shot gun, and my mother sat in the back. I expected her to be more audibly anxious than she was. Even when my father took the wrong exit and we ended up driving through the city for a bit before we got back on the highway, she was fairly composed. I was impressed.
The courthouse was easy to find, right on the harbor and outside the city proper. My mother took solace in this and by the time we arrived back to Somerville, she was in good spirits. We went in to Davis Square for breakfast at Mr. Crepes and as we ate, I told my mother I was impressed with her composure during the trip.
"I had my eyes closed the entire time", she said.
"Ah, that explains it."
I'm not sure if that's progress or not, but I'll take it.
Speaking of my mother, there wasn't any fallout from the birthday incident. I ended getting her a nice, burgundy-tinted, hanging lantern for their porch. It matches the decor, too, which is not too shabby coming from a straight guy with a rudimentary sense of interior design.
So, here's the deal. Father's Day is coming up and if I forget this occasion, too, I'll definitely be in the running for worst son of the year. As an act of charity, dear readers, please feel free to remind me.
I've been thoroughly engrossed in The King of Elfland's Daughter. I lack the vocabulary to describe how enchanting this tale is. Reading from it is like seeing the world as a three year old again. I'm not suggesting the story is fit for a three year old, but the dreaminess of it just brings me back to that time. Anyway, enough trying to explain something I said from the outset I wouldn't be able to. It's enough for me to say I love this book and the warm, deep, spell it casts.
Great Celtics game last night. Kobe dumped 38 on us, but we still won. One more game to win and the C's are champs. I think they can do it.
I felt the urge to go for a long walk yesterday, so in the afternoon I hit the bike path and walked all the way into Arlington center. I traversed three cities: Somerville, Cambridge, and the aforementioned Arlington. I walked briskly and only stopped once to hang out at the shore of a pond for a few minutes. When I reached Arlington center, I looked at my pedometer and was surprised to learn I'd only traveled a little over three miles. I thought I had traveled double that distance. Still, it was a great walk. I plan on doing it again, only next time I'll go through Arlington and into Lexington, where I'll step off the path onto my grandmother's back yard and pay her a visit. Should be fun.
And you know what else should be fun? Some more World Cup soccer. I'm off to see if there's a game playing. I was going to share an interesting plot line in my life that could get a little sticky, but I'm going to see how things develop first. Stay tuned.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
We have all been here before
Yesterday was my mother's birthday and I would have forgotten if my father hadn't reminded me. And that was after I had just left my parents a voice mail that covered subjects other than my mother's birthday. My father told me she felt hurt. I don't blame her. I got her on the phone and apologized profusely and sincerely, but I didn't make a single excuse. I told her the flat out, disappointing truth: I forgot. The fact that I did, I explained, revealed only that I can be flaky, that my head resides in the clouds more often than perhaps it should, and had no bearing on how much I love her. She could have replied, and fairly so, that if I loved her so much, I would have remembered her birthday, but she didn't. She seemed to understand and took it in stride. But I know I hurt her, and I know I messed up.
I'm not pleased that I forgot my mother's birthday - it's inexcusable, especially at this stage in my life - but I owned up to it, made no excuse, and moved on. I didn't beat myself up about it, either. It happened, I moved on. If for nothing else in this circumstance, I'm proud of myself for that, and I got the sense my mother was, too. If I'm worth my salt as a son and as a human, I will use this experience as motivation to never forget her birthday again. Or anyone else's.
Out of the conversation with my mother, I agreed to accompany my parents to Boston on a dry run to the courthouse my mother will be visiting next month for jury duty. To say that she's apprehensive about the whole thing would be putting it mildly. My mother is a jittery driver and ten times worse as a passenger. Just the idea of driving in the city almost makes her pass out. Even if my father drives her in everyday (because this is a federal court she'll be serving in, she might have to be there for a week, even if she's not selected for a case), she's going to freak out. Tomorrow's dry run is meant to alleviate some anxiety. My guess is, even if the trip's a success, her anxiety will lessen only the slightest bit. The good news is, the court house is outside the city proper and should be more or less of a straight shot.
I'm not sure why I'm needed on this trip, especially since I'm not too familiar with that part of the city, but I suppose it's about moral support. We're heading out early to avoid any traffic. Initially, my mother wanted me to drive the forty minutes to their house rather than them picking me up on the way. When I told her it made much more sense for them to pick me up, especially since I live right outside the city, she hedged a bit. "I don't know if I'm up for having to locate two places", she said (My parent's still haven't been to my place, despite the fact that I've lived here a number of years). She eventually came around and saw the logic in them picking me up.
I've portrayed my mother as being a nervous wreck, and she is in certain situations. Much of the time, though, she's even-keeled. She's a strong, caring, woman, overall, but she has her neurotic tendencies. And this one related to driving, is a doozey. I really think she should talk to a professional about it. It's not going to be a fun, relaxed trip tomorrow, that's for sure, but I'm happy to go. It's the least I can do.
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Just watched the USA/England World Cup game. I love the sport, played all the way through high school, and this game, which resulted in a tie, was a fine one. This tournament, played on a world stage, is colossal and makes America's big sporting events, like the so-called World Series and The Super Bowl, seem puny. I watched the entire game and loved it.
--
Last week, when things at work were at a crawl, I started thinking about reality and how much we as individuals are able to script it. I'm already convinced that through intention one can manifest his or her desires, but are we able to influence things seemingly more outside ourselves? With that question in mind, I recalled a time when we were busy at work. Last year we got stacks of orders from a title clearing company that was almost overwhelming. That's what we need now, I thought. I pictured what it would be like having all that work pour in.
A day or two later we were swamped with work from the very same company. I didn't stop once this past week, we were so busy. It was like rain on the crops after a drought. Coincidence, or did I manifest this development? I'm guessing the former, but still, pretty cool.
--
There's more, but I just looked at the time and I've got to be rambling.
Cheers.
I'm not pleased that I forgot my mother's birthday - it's inexcusable, especially at this stage in my life - but I owned up to it, made no excuse, and moved on. I didn't beat myself up about it, either. It happened, I moved on. If for nothing else in this circumstance, I'm proud of myself for that, and I got the sense my mother was, too. If I'm worth my salt as a son and as a human, I will use this experience as motivation to never forget her birthday again. Or anyone else's.
Out of the conversation with my mother, I agreed to accompany my parents to Boston on a dry run to the courthouse my mother will be visiting next month for jury duty. To say that she's apprehensive about the whole thing would be putting it mildly. My mother is a jittery driver and ten times worse as a passenger. Just the idea of driving in the city almost makes her pass out. Even if my father drives her in everyday (because this is a federal court she'll be serving in, she might have to be there for a week, even if she's not selected for a case), she's going to freak out. Tomorrow's dry run is meant to alleviate some anxiety. My guess is, even if the trip's a success, her anxiety will lessen only the slightest bit. The good news is, the court house is outside the city proper and should be more or less of a straight shot.
I'm not sure why I'm needed on this trip, especially since I'm not too familiar with that part of the city, but I suppose it's about moral support. We're heading out early to avoid any traffic. Initially, my mother wanted me to drive the forty minutes to their house rather than them picking me up on the way. When I told her it made much more sense for them to pick me up, especially since I live right outside the city, she hedged a bit. "I don't know if I'm up for having to locate two places", she said (My parent's still haven't been to my place, despite the fact that I've lived here a number of years). She eventually came around and saw the logic in them picking me up.
I've portrayed my mother as being a nervous wreck, and she is in certain situations. Much of the time, though, she's even-keeled. She's a strong, caring, woman, overall, but she has her neurotic tendencies. And this one related to driving, is a doozey. I really think she should talk to a professional about it. It's not going to be a fun, relaxed trip tomorrow, that's for sure, but I'm happy to go. It's the least I can do.
--
Just watched the USA/England World Cup game. I love the sport, played all the way through high school, and this game, which resulted in a tie, was a fine one. This tournament, played on a world stage, is colossal and makes America's big sporting events, like the so-called World Series and The Super Bowl, seem puny. I watched the entire game and loved it.
--
Last week, when things at work were at a crawl, I started thinking about reality and how much we as individuals are able to script it. I'm already convinced that through intention one can manifest his or her desires, but are we able to influence things seemingly more outside ourselves? With that question in mind, I recalled a time when we were busy at work. Last year we got stacks of orders from a title clearing company that was almost overwhelming. That's what we need now, I thought. I pictured what it would be like having all that work pour in.
A day or two later we were swamped with work from the very same company. I didn't stop once this past week, we were so busy. It was like rain on the crops after a drought. Coincidence, or did I manifest this development? I'm guessing the former, but still, pretty cool.
--
There's more, but I just looked at the time and I've got to be rambling.
Cheers.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Take me to heart, and I will always love you
After work, I practiced yoga and then made a super salad. When I lived with Spira, she used to make salads with a welter of healthy ingredients. Even though she was breaking rule #3 in the Book of Salad Etiquette, which states that a salad's ingredients must not number more than four, I was impressed and soon after began making my own "super salads". The one I made tonight was so potent I felt like Popeye after a can of spinach. I didn't go around beating the shit out of people like Popeye was known to do, but I was injected with vim and vigor. See, that's what it's about: feeling good! And feeling good is good enough, to quote a line uttered by who-the-eff-knows in Platoon.
Anyway, the ingredients.
1. mixed greens ( w/ plenty of baby spinach)
2. grape tomatoes
3. oil cured black olives
4. tofu marinated in teriyaki sauce
5. Extra sharp cheddar cheese
6. sprouts (alfalfa, and some others I can't recall)
7. cashews (my favorite nut ever since it beat out the pistachio in a stunning upset a few years
ago)
8. onion (Bermuda style)
9. sweet potato (I love it so much it hurts!)
10. blueberries
11. black beans
12. avocado (I love it so much it hurts!, part two)
13. orange pepper
14. extra virgin olive oil (the only dressing I ever use)
15. cookie dough ( not true but I wanted to see if you were still reading)
Pretty good, huh? Only slightly more nutritious and tasty than a McGriddle, but still worth it.
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The Celtics/Lakers game is on soon. I will probably miss some of it in favor of working on some songs, a couple of which are new and could amount to something. We'll see. I'd also like to read from Lord Dunsany's The King of Elfland's Daughter. I've only read about ten or so pages of it, but I've been floored at least a couple of times by the lyrical, descriptive prose, and how the book has unexpectedly got me thinking about different aspects of my life. Lord Dunsany wrote the book with quill and ink in 1923, or thereabouts, which indicates to me every word, every sentence, was important to him.
To wit:
And the color of Elfland, of which I despaired to tell, may yet be told, for we have hints of it here; the deep blue of the night in Summer just as the gloaming has gone, the pale blue of Venus flooding the evening with light, the deeps of lakes in the twilight, all these are hints of that colour. And while our sunflowers carefully turned to the sun, some forefather of the rhododendrons must have turned a little towards Elfland, so that some of that glory dwells with them to this day. And, above all, our painters have had many a glimpse of that country, so that sometimes in pictures we see a glamour too wonderful for our fields; it is a memory of theirs that intruded from some old glimpse of the pale-blue mountains while they sat at easels painting the fields we know.
Neil Gaiman, in his preface to the book, referred to it as a "rich, red, wine". I already agree, this early on. The above is pure poetry; it speaks to our deeper levels and that is why I find it so beautiful. The King of Elfland's Daughter, along with other works by Lord Dunsany, had been out of print until recently. A shame, but I'm glad he's back.
And with that, I'm off to the fields I know.
Anyway, the ingredients.
1. mixed greens ( w/ plenty of baby spinach)
2. grape tomatoes
3. oil cured black olives
4. tofu marinated in teriyaki sauce
5. Extra sharp cheddar cheese
6. sprouts (alfalfa, and some others I can't recall)
7. cashews (my favorite nut ever since it beat out the pistachio in a stunning upset a few years
ago)
8. onion (Bermuda style)
9. sweet potato (I love it so much it hurts!)
10. blueberries
11. black beans
12. avocado (I love it so much it hurts!, part two)
13. orange pepper
14. extra virgin olive oil (the only dressing I ever use)
15. cookie dough ( not true but I wanted to see if you were still reading)
Pretty good, huh? Only slightly more nutritious and tasty than a McGriddle, but still worth it.
--
The Celtics/Lakers game is on soon. I will probably miss some of it in favor of working on some songs, a couple of which are new and could amount to something. We'll see. I'd also like to read from Lord Dunsany's The King of Elfland's Daughter. I've only read about ten or so pages of it, but I've been floored at least a couple of times by the lyrical, descriptive prose, and how the book has unexpectedly got me thinking about different aspects of my life. Lord Dunsany wrote the book with quill and ink in 1923, or thereabouts, which indicates to me every word, every sentence, was important to him.
To wit:
And the color of Elfland, of which I despaired to tell, may yet be told, for we have hints of it here; the deep blue of the night in Summer just as the gloaming has gone, the pale blue of Venus flooding the evening with light, the deeps of lakes in the twilight, all these are hints of that colour. And while our sunflowers carefully turned to the sun, some forefather of the rhododendrons must have turned a little towards Elfland, so that some of that glory dwells with them to this day. And, above all, our painters have had many a glimpse of that country, so that sometimes in pictures we see a glamour too wonderful for our fields; it is a memory of theirs that intruded from some old glimpse of the pale-blue mountains while they sat at easels painting the fields we know.
Neil Gaiman, in his preface to the book, referred to it as a "rich, red, wine". I already agree, this early on. The above is pure poetry; it speaks to our deeper levels and that is why I find it so beautiful. The King of Elfland's Daughter, along with other works by Lord Dunsany, had been out of print until recently. A shame, but I'm glad he's back.
And with that, I'm off to the fields I know.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Time has told me you're a rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind
At the courthouse in Cambridge this morning, sitting down waiting for my number to be called at the Registry of Deeds, my gaze fell on the cute blond title examiner I see just about every time I'm there. I admired her for a bit without trying to be obvious. Or creepy. I don't want to be the creepy guy if I can help it. I was surreptitious and didn't ogle, but I did watch her. Not in a sexual way, really, but.....ok, why do I feel like I'm digging myself into a hole - a creepy hole, no less - that's getting deeper and deeper?
Look, here's the skinny. She's attractive, she's easy on the eyes - yes, I took notice, have taken notice before - but I wasn't drooling or moaning (well, maybe I was drooling, but that's another issue all together). I was mostly appreciating her laugh and body language. She's got a good laugh - unfiltered and expressive - and I'm a sucker for a good laugh. And she's pretty animated with her hands and face; she'd probably make a good mime. From about twenty feet away, I felt as if I knew what her conversations were about without hearing a single word. And do you want to know what they were about? They were about me and how dreamy she thinks I am and how much she wants to ask me out but is too shy. Actually, that's what I wish they were about.
In case you're wondering, I'm pretty sure she's married, judging by the ring she was wearing. I'm not crestfallen, though, so don't pity poor ol' me. I did, however, feel a little lonesome at not having a girlfriend. It happens from time to time.
--
After Janelle and I put in our air conditioners yesterday, it immediately became cool outside. It's still cool a day later. Mother Nature is fucking with us. What a jerk!
I'm a little sleepy. Maybe it was the vigorous run, maybe it's the cool air. Whatever the cause, I'm going to end this and work on some music. Failing that, I'll probably watch The Wire and do some reading.
Ciao.
Look, here's the skinny. She's attractive, she's easy on the eyes - yes, I took notice, have taken notice before - but I wasn't drooling or moaning (well, maybe I was drooling, but that's another issue all together). I was mostly appreciating her laugh and body language. She's got a good laugh - unfiltered and expressive - and I'm a sucker for a good laugh. And she's pretty animated with her hands and face; she'd probably make a good mime. From about twenty feet away, I felt as if I knew what her conversations were about without hearing a single word. And do you want to know what they were about? They were about me and how dreamy she thinks I am and how much she wants to ask me out but is too shy. Actually, that's what I wish they were about.
In case you're wondering, I'm pretty sure she's married, judging by the ring she was wearing. I'm not crestfallen, though, so don't pity poor ol' me. I did, however, feel a little lonesome at not having a girlfriend. It happens from time to time.
--
After Janelle and I put in our air conditioners yesterday, it immediately became cool outside. It's still cool a day later. Mother Nature is fucking with us. What a jerk!
I'm a little sleepy. Maybe it was the vigorous run, maybe it's the cool air. Whatever the cause, I'm going to end this and work on some music. Failing that, I'll probably watch The Wire and do some reading.
Ciao.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
All the rockets go bang
I just finished watching The Road. Not quite the laugh riot I was expecting, it being the story of a father trying to protect his son in a post-apocalyptic world and all, but it did measure up to the book pretty well and, thus, I'm glad I watched it. Now all I've got to do is wait for the dark cloud that's been lurking above me ever since to dissolve. Don't fret, dear readers: this post will not be a dour one.
As a gesture of good faith, I'll begin with the fine wedding I attended over the weekend. My friends Jaegan and April tied the knot up in Olgunquit, Maine. Janelle, Aviv, Baby Boy Z, and I got off to a late start and ended up missing the ceremony, but we were right on time for the reception, which everyone knows is the funnest part of a wedding. It's dessert.
Many friends were in attendance. Some of them, like Mark and Becky, I haven't seen in close to a year. Even Luke Warm, who had gone underground months ago, was there. I talked some World Cup soccer with Ray during the meal (he's English, so of course we did). At one point, he asked me if I was interested in getting married. "Without question", I told him. "What I'm more interested in, though, is the idea of being with someone I share a deep and solid bond with." We went on to discuss the importance of being with someone you really connect with.
The reception wrapped up sooner than I expected. I had just finished my fourth beer when people started filtering out. Some friends, the ones who were staying the night, retreated to their respective rooms for naps or a change of clothes. Others got in their cars and left. That left a few of us hanging out in the parking lot deciding what to do next. My plan was to catch a ride home with Spira, as Janelle and Baby Boy Z were staying the night. Before that was to happen, though, the three of us, sans BBZ, who stayed back with Aviv at the hotel, took a walk down to the beach. We took off our shoes and walked along the water. I rolled up my dress pants and let the tide lick at my feet. I lamented not bringing a change of clothes, but it was no big thing.
We ran into Becky, Karen, and Marissa, and continued walking. There was a hazy pinkness blanketing everything, cloud and sky merged in a soft pastel. It was like a dream, or maybe like being dead. Whatever it was, it was pleasant and comforting. Becky and I, immersed in conversation, had gotten ahead of the group. It occurred to us at the same time to look back and see if they were still following. Right as we did, we saw Janelle and Karen waving us back.
I found the synchronicity interesting, especially when Janelle revealed she had told Karen, who was wondering how they were going to get our attention, that the best way to do so was to telepathically deliver their intentions directly to the wavelength of my pure heart. Well, it worked. If there was ever doubt about the purity of my heart, here was irrefutable evidence. No joke. This really happened.
We met up with Tracy, Ray, Heath, Aaron, and Mark. Heath and Ray had fishing rods and were casting from the shore. We hung around a bit longer and then headed back. Spira and I hit the road and everyone else made dinner plans. If I didn't have wet pants and sand in my socks and boxers, I probably would have stayed. With these people, parting is always such sweet sorrow.
Back home, Spira and I went to Yoshi's for dinner. We had tuna tartar and an avocado salad for appetizers and then it was sushi the rest of the way. Rolls of yellowtail, tuna and avocado, and the always transcendent Black Dragon, made an appearance. A fine meal.
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After one too many restless nights of sleep due to oppressive humidity, I installed my AC today. So much better. I'll sleep the good sleep tonight.
The Celtics just tied up the series 1-1. A good game, Ray Allen sunk threes like they were going out of style, but I didn't watch too much of it. As much as I love these games, I still can't bring myself to watch them straight through. I just can't justify devoting three hours to any sport these days.
Monday looms. Work has been slow; I hope things pick up this week. Everything seems to be so uncertain. I'm not just talking about work.
Been re-watching The Wire. Man, did that series ruin other shows for me. One of the best shows I've ever seen.
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I think I'll go take a shower. There will be soap, there will be shampoo; there will be water and a towel to dry off with. But you kind of suspected that, didn't you?
As a gesture of good faith, I'll begin with the fine wedding I attended over the weekend. My friends Jaegan and April tied the knot up in Olgunquit, Maine. Janelle, Aviv, Baby Boy Z, and I got off to a late start and ended up missing the ceremony, but we were right on time for the reception, which everyone knows is the funnest part of a wedding. It's dessert.
Many friends were in attendance. Some of them, like Mark and Becky, I haven't seen in close to a year. Even Luke Warm, who had gone underground months ago, was there. I talked some World Cup soccer with Ray during the meal (he's English, so of course we did). At one point, he asked me if I was interested in getting married. "Without question", I told him. "What I'm more interested in, though, is the idea of being with someone I share a deep and solid bond with." We went on to discuss the importance of being with someone you really connect with.
The reception wrapped up sooner than I expected. I had just finished my fourth beer when people started filtering out. Some friends, the ones who were staying the night, retreated to their respective rooms for naps or a change of clothes. Others got in their cars and left. That left a few of us hanging out in the parking lot deciding what to do next. My plan was to catch a ride home with Spira, as Janelle and Baby Boy Z were staying the night. Before that was to happen, though, the three of us, sans BBZ, who stayed back with Aviv at the hotel, took a walk down to the beach. We took off our shoes and walked along the water. I rolled up my dress pants and let the tide lick at my feet. I lamented not bringing a change of clothes, but it was no big thing.
We ran into Becky, Karen, and Marissa, and continued walking. There was a hazy pinkness blanketing everything, cloud and sky merged in a soft pastel. It was like a dream, or maybe like being dead. Whatever it was, it was pleasant and comforting. Becky and I, immersed in conversation, had gotten ahead of the group. It occurred to us at the same time to look back and see if they were still following. Right as we did, we saw Janelle and Karen waving us back.
I found the synchronicity interesting, especially when Janelle revealed she had told Karen, who was wondering how they were going to get our attention, that the best way to do so was to telepathically deliver their intentions directly to the wavelength of my pure heart. Well, it worked. If there was ever doubt about the purity of my heart, here was irrefutable evidence. No joke. This really happened.
We met up with Tracy, Ray, Heath, Aaron, and Mark. Heath and Ray had fishing rods and were casting from the shore. We hung around a bit longer and then headed back. Spira and I hit the road and everyone else made dinner plans. If I didn't have wet pants and sand in my socks and boxers, I probably would have stayed. With these people, parting is always such sweet sorrow.
Back home, Spira and I went to Yoshi's for dinner. We had tuna tartar and an avocado salad for appetizers and then it was sushi the rest of the way. Rolls of yellowtail, tuna and avocado, and the always transcendent Black Dragon, made an appearance. A fine meal.
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After one too many restless nights of sleep due to oppressive humidity, I installed my AC today. So much better. I'll sleep the good sleep tonight.
The Celtics just tied up the series 1-1. A good game, Ray Allen sunk threes like they were going out of style, but I didn't watch too much of it. As much as I love these games, I still can't bring myself to watch them straight through. I just can't justify devoting three hours to any sport these days.
Monday looms. Work has been slow; I hope things pick up this week. Everything seems to be so uncertain. I'm not just talking about work.
Been re-watching The Wire. Man, did that series ruin other shows for me. One of the best shows I've ever seen.
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I think I'll go take a shower. There will be soap, there will be shampoo; there will be water and a towel to dry off with. But you kind of suspected that, didn't you?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wake me up before you go go
Recently I had a dream. It was one of the reoccurring airplane dreams I've had for most of my adult life, but this time, instead of waking up just before or after takeoff, I made it through the entire flight. My destination? Florida, for a couple of days.
The flight went well. I closed my eyes until we were airborne. I opened them for the rest of the flight. Opened, attentive. This isn't so bad, I thought. I was seated at the rear of the plane. Craig was there. We talked. Good having him around. I won't bother delving into the meaning of this, and similar dreams (for the particulars of those you can reference older posts if you're inclined, but I know you're not, so forget I mentioned it), but it was a victory. It signaled growth, evolution. I woke up smiling. Wish I remembered what I did in Florida. Maybe Craig and I were in an alligator wrestling tournament.
Got back from the dentist about an hour or so ago. Four fillings, mostly painless. I love this dentist. I never have to wait; in fact, I never even get to sit down in the waiting room. I come in, he pops his head out, I follow him out back, and he gets to work. And he's good, too. Years ago, I used to frequent the dentist my parents went to. He was nice enough but his work was sloppy, as if he was a little buzzed on something, and always seemed to take way longer than necessary with most procedures.. Oh, and he could barely speak English, or to be more precise, the English that he spoke was unintelligible (I think he was from Taiwan). Poor man, I portray him as a bumbling idiot, but I call it like I see 'em.
I don't miss those days.
Anyway, the flying dream correlates with today's visit to the dentist. I won't elaborate, but I'm feeling pretty good about it.
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Tonight, the Celtics. Game one of the finals. Hope the Lakers are ready to lose. I really mean that. I hope they've all sat around and prepared themselves for tonight's loss. I don't want it to come as a surprise. Sure, they're the opposition, but they're still human beings, and I care very deeply about them on that level.
Uh, let's move on...
Today, my libido stirred in the presence of someone I would not ordinarily be attracted to, not if I was heavily inebriated, not ever. And that's saying something because I'm attracted to a lot of different looking women, at least on a physical level. I didn't let said libido take over; the woman was not ravaged, she was none the wiser, but the incident was just short of alarming. I need to get laid before matters escalate. Until I do, no one is safe. You've been warned.
I'll leave you with that. What else is there to say?
The flight went well. I closed my eyes until we were airborne. I opened them for the rest of the flight. Opened, attentive. This isn't so bad, I thought. I was seated at the rear of the plane. Craig was there. We talked. Good having him around. I won't bother delving into the meaning of this, and similar dreams (for the particulars of those you can reference older posts if you're inclined, but I know you're not, so forget I mentioned it), but it was a victory. It signaled growth, evolution. I woke up smiling. Wish I remembered what I did in Florida. Maybe Craig and I were in an alligator wrestling tournament.
Got back from the dentist about an hour or so ago. Four fillings, mostly painless. I love this dentist. I never have to wait; in fact, I never even get to sit down in the waiting room. I come in, he pops his head out, I follow him out back, and he gets to work. And he's good, too. Years ago, I used to frequent the dentist my parents went to. He was nice enough but his work was sloppy, as if he was a little buzzed on something, and always seemed to take way longer than necessary with most procedures.. Oh, and he could barely speak English, or to be more precise, the English that he spoke was unintelligible (I think he was from Taiwan). Poor man, I portray him as a bumbling idiot, but I call it like I see 'em.
I don't miss those days.
Anyway, the flying dream correlates with today's visit to the dentist. I won't elaborate, but I'm feeling pretty good about it.
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Tonight, the Celtics. Game one of the finals. Hope the Lakers are ready to lose. I really mean that. I hope they've all sat around and prepared themselves for tonight's loss. I don't want it to come as a surprise. Sure, they're the opposition, but they're still human beings, and I care very deeply about them on that level.
Uh, let's move on...
Today, my libido stirred in the presence of someone I would not ordinarily be attracted to, not if I was heavily inebriated, not ever. And that's saying something because I'm attracted to a lot of different looking women, at least on a physical level. I didn't let said libido take over; the woman was not ravaged, she was none the wiser, but the incident was just short of alarming. I need to get laid before matters escalate. Until I do, no one is safe. You've been warned.
I'll leave you with that. What else is there to say?
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