Monday, August 5
the days take care of everything. there goes another - long and, and hot and productive or not, depending. hot and long, surely.
to give you context, i'm in the studio, listening to stars, first time in a while. a new song is forming in my head. air conditioning is, in this case, a blessing. my sentences are getting to be much too much. better cut to narrative.
i woke up on the couch, let the phone ring two times, and picked up after the machine because it was dan, as i suspected. i left the apartment to sleeping becca, walked down already hot mass ave. to be picked up by dan in front of the lizard lounge. the plan: to go to china pearl for dim sum.
what we didn't know was that there was a huge festival in chinatown, though nobody knew quite what for. throungs of people, stalls, and dragons. it took us forever to park, mired in the traffic mess. and nearly an hour to get a table at the dim sum place. that was okay though, we took the time to wander through the streets, get some bubble (here they call it pearl) juice/tea, etc.
this was me, dan, mami, and her cantonese/scottish friend janet, who was quite amusing. she knew best what to pick off the carts for us. tasty (though she declared it average), but it was hot and it didn't take much to sate me. towards the end, someone called my name.
guess who it was. skelly? nope. alyssa? no. elvis? no. okay, i'll tell you. it was brigid. we talked for a minute and then she had to leave. painfully characteristic interaction. ah me. also, heather sternshein. funny, that. she's going to sienna.
looks like my paragraphs are shrinking down to two rather than (the nice, haiku-ish, to my mind) three. i must really have nothing to say.
we went to herrels for ice cream. to me, it was hot enough, but too heavy. i found a good solution: one scoop lemon sorbet and one scoop lime mousse ice cream. close to indistinguishable, and just right.
it felt like forever before i was finally home. rec'd: x-press 2 disc from half and a box from alyssa containing letter, shoe, and check for $50. not entirely sure about that last. good letter. good just to get a letter, from anyone. here's a salient, if unexpected, excerpt:
…it turns out that his desire to create it came "almost directly" from christy, who apparently reads/at the time read your blog avidly. Sproul derived the impression that there were all these people "out there," who didn't really know you but who, like Christy, closely followed your journal. So, it seems to me that his parody is aimed at this perceived response to your journal as much if not more than it's aimed at the journal itself…
so there's that. the main business of the day (partly delayed once more by a trip to the watertown municipal pool, which was not a highlight in this summer of great swims, but was a nice contrast to the beaches of the cape, and served its purpose well) was burning a bunch of cds for becca, on this eve of her departure.
got 8 discs done (all the faves) in six hours, with gaps, for dinner (in front of "sex and the city," which was cute.) and then.
talked to ester (about everything - she got right down to it.) the bus missed me, so mami drove me to harv. sq. for one final goodbye to miss becca. we got unsatisfying harrels (it felt like so long since i'd been there) and sat on a bench and talked. about everything. you know. i won't write it here - call me and we can talk about it too.
the bus took a long time, but i got to read a chapter of word freak. i got off too early and wandered around watertown in my bad-for-walking flip-flops before i found home again. i'm fading. i write too much.
a million
a billion
a trillion stars
blinded by lovedust
we are
to give you context, i'm in the studio, listening to stars, first time in a while. a new song is forming in my head. air conditioning is, in this case, a blessing. my sentences are getting to be much too much. better cut to narrative.
i woke up on the couch, let the phone ring two times, and picked up after the machine because it was dan, as i suspected. i left the apartment to sleeping becca, walked down already hot mass ave. to be picked up by dan in front of the lizard lounge. the plan: to go to china pearl for dim sum.
what we didn't know was that there was a huge festival in chinatown, though nobody knew quite what for. throungs of people, stalls, and dragons. it took us forever to park, mired in the traffic mess. and nearly an hour to get a table at the dim sum place. that was okay though, we took the time to wander through the streets, get some bubble (here they call it pearl) juice/tea, etc.
this was me, dan, mami, and her cantonese/scottish friend janet, who was quite amusing. she knew best what to pick off the carts for us. tasty (though she declared it average), but it was hot and it didn't take much to sate me. towards the end, someone called my name.
guess who it was. skelly? nope. alyssa? no. elvis? no. okay, i'll tell you. it was brigid. we talked for a minute and then she had to leave. painfully characteristic interaction. ah me. also, heather sternshein. funny, that. she's going to sienna.
looks like my paragraphs are shrinking down to two rather than (the nice, haiku-ish, to my mind) three. i must really have nothing to say.
we went to herrels for ice cream. to me, it was hot enough, but too heavy. i found a good solution: one scoop lemon sorbet and one scoop lime mousse ice cream. close to indistinguishable, and just right.
it felt like forever before i was finally home. rec'd: x-press 2 disc from half and a box from alyssa containing letter, shoe, and check for $50. not entirely sure about that last. good letter. good just to get a letter, from anyone. here's a salient, if unexpected, excerpt:
…it turns out that his desire to create it came "almost directly" from christy, who apparently reads/at the time read your blog avidly. Sproul derived the impression that there were all these people "out there," who didn't really know you but who, like Christy, closely followed your journal. So, it seems to me that his parody is aimed at this perceived response to your journal as much if not more than it's aimed at the journal itself…
so there's that. the main business of the day (partly delayed once more by a trip to the watertown municipal pool, which was not a highlight in this summer of great swims, but was a nice contrast to the beaches of the cape, and served its purpose well) was burning a bunch of cds for becca, on this eve of her departure.
got 8 discs done (all the faves) in six hours, with gaps, for dinner (in front of "sex and the city," which was cute.) and then.
talked to ester (about everything - she got right down to it.) the bus missed me, so mami drove me to harv. sq. for one final goodbye to miss becca. we got unsatisfying harrels (it felt like so long since i'd been there) and sat on a bench and talked. about everything. you know. i won't write it here - call me and we can talk about it too.
the bus took a long time, but i got to read a chapter of word freak. i got off too early and wandered around watertown in my bad-for-walking flip-flops before i found home again. i'm fading. i write too much.
a million
a billion
a trillion stars
blinded by lovedust
we are
