That's all. 
6.16.2008
the celestial omnibus
I'd argue it's EM Forster's best short story, by far. Approximately my favourite anyway. That's what this road leading into the clouds reminded me of, when we were walking to the art fair. When I stopped to take a picture, a stranger lady stopped and asked me "Exactly what are we taking a picture of?" I don't blame her for missing the point of the picture. In fact, I probably would have missed it myself if b hadn't pointed it out to me; but the thing is, she used the first person plural when actually addressing me. And for whatever reason, that really really irks me. Not always, but usually.
That's all.
That's all. 
6.15.2008
6.13.2008
skin tingles. no wait, my arteries hurt!
disclaimer: apparently this entry has lots of footnotes.
the other night, on the way downtown to see 'Son of Rambow,'* we went to the drive thru at Jack in the Crack (affectionately, Jack in the Box**) near my house to grab a healthy dinner. We were in a bit of a rush, as we were running a few minutes late. anyways, i sat in the back seat of rn's car and scarfed down approximately one $1 chicken sandwich, a small curly fries, and two dipping packets of BBQ. Needless to say, i did not feel so good when we arrived. I think there was a hole in my throat somewhere and a couple of the curley fries that didn't get chewed long enough (yes, i am un-grownup enough to not always remember to fully chew my food) detoured straight into my heart and plugged up at least three paths into my heart*** ventricles. pretty sure, because i could feel every artery or vein in my upper body struggling. ouchi!
*an excellent flick, lacking the sex drugs and commercial endorsements that so many movies now seem inclined to include--except for the shameless Rambo plugging--i heard Sly himself endorses the film....
**a fun fact: this is the jack in the crack near the (un)Safeway grocery near my house. Which is, in turn near the corner where some guy got shanked a few weeks ago. but my house, the (un)Safeway, and 'the corner' combined can't even triangulate to include all the fun/ghetto activities that happen around that area... it doesn't seem that bad in the daytime, but daang geeena, when night falls, crap goes down. oh yeah, crap goes down.
***a note on hearts--you should read "When Crickets Cry". It is one of the best books. Ever. Probably boys don't like it as much as girls. but if you are a girl OR a boy who is interested in hearts (like real hearts, not mushy curvy fifth grade drawing ones), you should read this book. (thanks liso...)
over. kkkkh.
the other night, on the way downtown to see 'Son of Rambow,'* we went to the drive thru at Jack in the Crack (affectionately, Jack in the Box**) near my house to grab a healthy dinner. We were in a bit of a rush, as we were running a few minutes late. anyways, i sat in the back seat of rn's car and scarfed down approximately one $1 chicken sandwich, a small curly fries, and two dipping packets of BBQ. Needless to say, i did not feel so good when we arrived. I think there was a hole in my throat somewhere and a couple of the curley fries that didn't get chewed long enough (yes, i am un-grownup enough to not always remember to fully chew my food) detoured straight into my heart and plugged up at least three paths into my heart*** ventricles. pretty sure, because i could feel every artery or vein in my upper body struggling. ouchi!
*an excellent flick, lacking the sex drugs and commercial endorsements that so many movies now seem inclined to include--except for the shameless Rambo plugging--i heard Sly himself endorses the film....
**a fun fact: this is the jack in the crack near the (un)Safeway grocery near my house. Which is, in turn near the corner where some guy got shanked a few weeks ago. but my house, the (un)Safeway, and 'the corner' combined can't even triangulate to include all the fun/ghetto activities that happen around that area... it doesn't seem that bad in the daytime, but daang geeena, when night falls, crap goes down. oh yeah, crap goes down.
***a note on hearts--you should read "When Crickets Cry". It is one of the best books. Ever. Probably boys don't like it as much as girls. but if you are a girl OR a boy who is interested in hearts (like real hearts, not mushy curvy fifth grade drawing ones), you should read this book. (thanks liso...)
over. kkkkh.
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