Archive for December 2004
Sunday morning my bed hair and I walked from the laundromat across the parking lot to Buddy’s to have our insulated mug refilled with hot gas station go-go-juice.
Checking out, this was the dialog between myself and the young Middle Eastern man behind the counter-
Him: Where have you been?
Me: Around, I guess
Him: I never see you anymore
Me: I don’t buy cigarettes anymore
Him: What kind did you used to smoke? (reaching towards the cabinet where they’re kept) I’ll give you a pack to get you started again.
Another classic comedy.
Flight this AM at 8 from LGA meant early to rise and sleeping in transit. I love the way being a midget complements my affinity for sleep. On a plane, for example, I can just take my shoes off, turn sideways in my seat, lift my feet up, tuck them under me, and doze off. This morning, I was out cold by the time we taxied.
On a less perky note, one of the brutal parts about being in close quarters with someone ~fragrant~ is when it wears off on you. Right now I smell like rose water and I’ll be honest, I had nothing to do with it.
Quote of the day, because I’m one sleepy lazy chickpea:
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I could walk through this tangled city until my legs collapse beneath me. Snapping photos of architectural details and the mundane brings calmness and a sense of wonder that invite me to “be home” here. Strangers know me with their glances, stumbling over me with their clumsy inquisition and I challenge them to go further, deeper.
What a riddle.
As for the voices in my head — these words and their auditory similarities may only work for me due to my lazy mouth and low-talking…but just the same. Let them fall off your tounge quickly enough and they sound nearly the same. No?
Bruce / Bruise
Holla / Challah
Send me yours.
She spreads her streets before me, wide open and wanting. Barren, hungry, free and eager for me to explore her.
Headed for NY…maybe I’ll type from there, maybe I won’t.
HASTA!


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