This has been the best weekend I've had in ages! Friday night I made some new friends, Stefanie and Hanni, and I got into Tupelo Honey with my college ID. I tried tequila, and what a crazy experience it was. Lots of great honest conversation to be had, about both conceptual and deeply personal matters. I love making new friends! I love when I realize how universal my experiences are, and how significant despite that! Today, Saturday, was magnificent as well. I drummed on buckets in the streets of Manhattan with a bunch of old friends, and met so many cool new people. It is all pretty thrilling. I'm looking forward to my trip to London in April, that should be amazing. I'm also going to try and make it up to Boston for Beantown Zinetown. I'm excited about the upcoming Godspeed show, and the upcoming Livingbrooks/ Witnesses show, and just about everything!
(to the tune of "if you're happy and you know it clap your hands")
If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq. If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq. If the terrorists are frisky, Pakistan is looking shifty, North Korea is too risky, Bomb Iraq.
If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq. If we think someone has dissed us, bomb Iraq. So to hell with the inspections, Let's look tough for the elections, Close your mind and take directions, Bomb Iraq.
It's "pre-emptive non-aggression", bomb Iraq. Let's prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq. They've got weapons we can't see, And that's good enough for me 'Cos it'all the proof I need Bomb Iraq.
If you never were elected, bomb Iraq. If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq. If you think Saddam's gone mad, With the weapons that he had, (And he once pissed off your dad), Bomb Iraq.
If your corporate fraud is growin', bomb Iraq. If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq. If your politics are sleazy, And hiding that ain't easy, And your senates getting queasy, Bomb Iraq.
Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq. For our might knows not our borders, bomb Iraq. Disagree? We'll call it treason, Let's make war not love this season, Even if we have no reason, Bomb Iraq.
Today, no school: I am elated. And I'm listening to Against Me! and eating a chocolate bar. I started "The Sound and the Fury" and it is WEIRD but I have a feeling it's going to be terrific. Wintry "perfection"!
Today the electricity went out in most of Sea Cliff. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen. Being driven home from work, and not really listening to my boss and the kids in the car, I was focused on how beautiful the sky was and how dark the trees were against the clouds. It was really eerily extraordinary. Then I realized the lights were out! Madness! When I got home I lit the yitz-ite (mourning) candles I'd stocked up on at National Wholesale Liquidators, and I lined them up by my mirror so the light would double. I closed the door to my room and sat admiring everything. What is so beautiful about being in the dark at night is wholly inexplicable, except for that it feels soooo natural. What is beautiful is not the darkness itself but the few things that light does reach, how they look. I felt nostalgic for a time I never knew. I sat and thought about my sweater. It's brown, not shit-brown or earth-brown but a weird brown I wouldn't know how to mix if I had paints in front of me. It made me think of playing pinocle with my dad, and being really old, and having a bookstore in rural New England...
With the recent (and welcome) plateau-ing of my emotions, has come a whole lot of fun and beauty. Thursday was my second awesome day of job training at the bookstore. When Leanne and I needed a ride to the train station afterwards, we frantically made some calls until Chris Baltrus matter-of-factly said, "I can drive you, so I will." This is one of the many things I appreciate so much about Chris, what an amazing person! We were on our way to see another amazing person. This person was Martyna. When we got to the restaurant we were to meet her, I was thoroughly delighted. For the remarkable price of $10.95, I could enjoy sleek, well-designed Japanese ambiance, and all the sushi I could eat!!! I opted for sweet potato tempura, tofu, pineapple, and banana. I sampled from other plates: hijiki, spicy mushroom, avacado, and wasabi rolls. Full of cramps from eating so much, I walked to Martyna's apartment with a huge, satisfied smile. I love Williamsburg, I have discovered! The apartment was impeccable, welcoming, and gorgeous. I fell asleep instantly, for it had been a full day. The next morning, I sorted through the racks at the Bedford Ave. Salvation Army, only to emerge with 4 sweaters, 2 bags, and 2 books! One was a translation of the Catullan corpus, the other a guide to independent female filmmakers. I got to see B&H Photo Supply store for the first time, and it was totally mind-blowing.
"Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!"
The maddening confusion of my reality, my emotions, my power--has descended... What does it mean to be uncomfortable? It means to have been scraped.
It has just occurred to me that Valentine's Day is a month away; how exciting, it happens to be my favorite holiday! What could be better: love, and chocolate!? Love is chocolate. Or is it. Or is it. Tomorrow I have to be up by 5:00 am.
"Let's meet in the city where the rivers cross, bridges there Let's float down into the stream of Rich and Poor Pioneers A kid from a western town wants to be seen, and go out Let's borrow my parent's car Let's stay out all night up there and Burnside will be our street Where the kids and the hookers meet Diners and strip club junk Bookstores and punk rock clubs..."