Echo

Picked up bk. Ate dinner at Fred 62. Went with bk to 7-11 to buy cigarettes and ran into Ryan Locke, Nautica model who also went to high school with me. Chatted with him and gave him my card. Came back and ate dinner only to remember that Brian is a huge Ryan Locke fan. Told him. He was SO pissed that I forget to tell him, especially since Ryan had walked by us at the restaurant and I was about to mention it, but then didn’t because I didn’t want Brian to make fun of the fact that I gave him my number. Improvised a joint with a hollowed out cigarette. Went to the Dresden. Gave the hot black sax player The Eye. Realized how easy the bar game is (ladies, here’s the key. It’s all about eye contact. Like a staring contest. When you have eye contact, let him be the first to look away. When he looks back at you, hold his gaze for a few seconds, then break into a mysterious smile. Trust me. They’ll come over. Be careful not to look too long at ugly guys though. Because they’ll never leave you alone). Went back to Fred 62 for desert. The Bossa Nova Waffle? Waffle with vanilla ice cream and dulce de leche sauce? The best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth, and that’s saying a lot. Unbelievable. Hung out with bk and his roommate. And here’s the funny thing. bk and I have the same birthday–June 14th. I asked his roommate when his birthday was and he said June 6th. Brian’s birthday. It was weird. There were 4 geminis in the room, and each pair shared a birthday. So bk and his roommate had the same birthdays as my roommate and I. Freakin’ crazy.

Quotes from the night:

“You’re like a tall drink of milk.” (some dorky guy trying to pick up a girl at the Dresden)

“There are consequences to your touching, Julia.” (Brian to me)

“It’s fun to say ‘balls.'” (waitress at Fred 62)

“What’s that political chick’s name? Cunnilingus Rice?” (bk’s roommate)

“In the olden days…” (Lauren about when we used to circle the wagons and drink milk with a layer of cream on top)

–humans are evolving into different species. It’s not just men are from mars, women are from venus. It doesn’t have so much to do with gender, but specific types of consciousness. Look at the way different people live on different mental and spiritual planes. We’ve evolved quite well physically and are now dominating our environment. So now survival of the fittest must take on survival within a collective, ie big cities. Sometimes I honestly think that hundreds of years from now, the progeny of these business types will be a completely different (psychological/spiritual) creature from the progeny of artsy-fartsy empathic feeling types (of which I am one). We’re still at the rudimentary stages of the creation of this rift.

–I need to get my car washed. Something happened to my rear bumper. It’s like someone with a heavy boot kicked it. So I guess I’ve been going around pissing people off. Good. They say in Hollywood, no one is anyone until you have a stalker. So I’m halfway there, I guess.

–Doug Christie had a double-double today as Sacramento routed Dallas. I picked him up for 1 game and he came through with 21 pts and 12 assts. Peja, Dirk and B-Mill did pretty well, too. I’m very proud of my children. I traded T-Mac, the love of my fantasy-season life for AK47. It was a business transaction. I had to put my feelings aside and I hope he understands. He will always have a special place in my heart and I apologize for all the times I cussed at him for missing his mutha%$*@ing free-throws. Also picked up Lebron, Bibby and Malone for Pierce, Shareef and Jalen. But of course, Navy-Bitch had to protest both trades so we’ll see. If Webber hadn’t come back, I’d have 4/5ths of the Kings’ starting lineup.

–the topic of the month is still sex. It’s always sex. It’s the topic of the lifetime. I watch people’s eyes light up when sex hits the table. So why stop now?

–why wallace why wallace why stop now?

–we don’t live forever, you know

No sex is better than bad sex.

Just found this picture:

http://members.cox.net/kylehampton/index.shtml

Go to the March 10th posting with the church sign photo…

Here’s the deal. I pounded up some chicken breasts, then coated them in a mixture of flour, ground marjoram, salt and pepper. I sauteed some onion and mushrooms in garlic olive oil. Put that aside, then fried the chicken breasts. Then I sauteed the onion/mushrooms with stewed tomatoes and sherry, topping the chicken when it was done. Daaaaaaaaamn. Good stuff. Next time I’m going to put some crushed red pepper in the topping mixture to give it a little kick. And saute fresh minced garlic with the 0nion and mushrooms (I was out of garlic tonight).

Gavin Newsom is my hero right now. From Newsweek, March 1, 2004 (yeah, I’m a little behind on my reading…):

“Rosa Parks didn’t wait for the courts to tell her it was all right to ride in the front of the bus,” said Newsom. “It’s never, ever, the ‘right’ time for change.”

How did it know?

This is courtesy of Imogene’s blog…from The Surrealist Compliment Generator

http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG

1995–a classmate of mine, Jen Wu, invites me to her house to watch some Chinese Kung Fu movies. When I show up, we have a Jet Li marathon because she’s “in love” with him. These were the first movies of his that I had ever seen. This is the beginning of our friendship, and we keep in touch during college.

2002-I take a UCLA writing class and when I show up, there’s another Asian girl (Michelle)there and the only seat available is next to her. So when we go around introducing ourselves, I go first. I say, I grew up in the bay area, went to school at the U. of Michigan and now I’m out here writing. She’s next. She says, “Well, this is going to sound weird, but I also grew up in the bay area and went to school at the U. of Michigan and am out here writing.” Later, the class draws numbers for partnering up. Eerily, we draw the same number and are partners. Later, it turns out that her cousin is Jen Wu.

2004-I’m introduced to a producer by Taron, who was trying to give me a hard time in front of this guy (he tells him that I want to be an actress). I tell him I’m actually a writer and he says that he’s a producer. I ask him what he’s produced and he says, “The Hulk with Ang Lee.” I tell him, “Holy cow, I know Ang Lee! I sat in on the first day of editing for Crouching Tiger!” So we start talking about Ang and his family and I ask him what he’s working on now. He says that he’s looking for a project for Jet Li. Immediately, I know that he needs to talk to Michelle because she has a psychological thriller with an Asian American protagonist and the project would be perfect for Jet. So I tell him about it and I get Michelle on the phone and we have a really good meeting the next day.

Today–So Michelle and I are eating lunch and we’re talking about The One, one of Jet’s more recent movies and about how they’ve changed the name of her script to the same name as Jet’s new video game. Then I start laughing. I just realized that Michelle’s script had been called, “The Next One.” Jet makes The One, and Michelle writes, The Next One. It sounds like a sequel even though it’s different and better.

I thought I was stronger than this.

I thought I could walk up to a guy in a crowded bar, grab his hand and say, “Let’s do body shots and make out,” then do what needs to be done and let it go at that–just another good night’s conquest–before moving on to normal things like scrubbing the bathroom floors and cutting out coupons from the Sunday paper the next morning. You know, what bona fide studs do on weekends.

But somehow, I have turned into a quivering blob of girl obsessed.

I just went over the photos taken from that infamous family night out and holy goddam! Just found the sexiest photo I’ve ever taken stashed between random innocuous candids. I mean, my friends as my witnesses, I’ve got this dysfunctional love affair with my camera and have taken some pretty crazy sexy freaky cool innappropriate photos…me as Taloofa Jankins with a Loofah stuffed down hot pink butthuggers, me pretending to sodomize Lauren with a beer bottle, me having a hot black man caress my bare stomach with his tongue and hundreds upon hundreds of spanking photos…

But this one…this one eats the whole damn cake, stripper inside and all. If I had the technical capabilities, I’d post this photo but I don’t…but I mean, GODDAM! It makes a religious woman out of me! Worshipping some rock hard granite idol with phallic symbols of gargantuan proportions and praying for blessed rain in private nether regions.

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Details aside, I’m about to listen to a tape with Theta frequencies that are supposed to simulate the dream state.

Thought:

Have you ever noticed there’s no future in dreams? Only a present and sometimes a past. When we recount dreams later, we make assumptions like, “we were waiting at the bus stop”…because we were going to get on the bus. But that’s a detail that we add in hindsight.

I think a future already exists once the present circumstances fall in a way that allows it to exist. So in a sense, there do exist alternate “realities” which are these futures that were not the ones that actually deveoped. Because all reality is subjective, therefore, if the conscious believed a future possible, then in theory, it has to exist. For example, You are walking down a straight road. YOu can see the end of the road. You come to a crossroad and decide to turn right and take this other road. Does the first road and its continuation cease to exist when you turned, even though you can no longer see it? No. We can prove empirically that it is still there. So within different dimensional parameters, it’s possible that once a “future” is created, or a path that someone can walk down, even if circumstances do not allow this future to be traveled and the person’s life turns in a different direction, that “future” must still exist.

The Missed Connections sections is the best. It’s like psychic people watching. You read their correspondences and you can almost see their lives and their minds, as well as their hopes and urges and fears.

Some people have been asking lately, who reads my blog. To be honest, I have no idea. Only a handful of close friends and a few acquaintances know about it. I guess the rest is comprised of strangers. It’s kind of nice to get a random comment though. I really like visiting other people’s sites who see the world in a similar way. Anyway, I just write this thing because it’s therapeutic for me and it keeps me going with the creativity in my other projects. I write this thing for me and not for other people, but if you happen to like reading it, I really appreciate it.

Um…lost train of thought…anyway (can you guys tell what state I’m in?) … in honor of Craig’s List, and the drive people have to put personal messages in a public forum where someone may or may not see them, here are little cryptic messages to the people in my life.

* You’re my angel. I was a shithead for being so mean to you for so many years, but you taught me, more than anyone about what it means to love unconditionally. You always stood up for me and I never stood up for you. Because I hated you. And I wanted you to feel pain. And for that, no apology will ever be grand enough for what I have done. Somedays I wish you would look me in the eye and connect, just for a moment, and tell me that you truly forgive me, or hate me, or love me, or anything. Just one moment of a connection so that I know that you really UNDERSTAND. I love you more than I’ll ever find the ways to express.

*Why wouldn’t you just explain things to me? Why were you so goddam mean? I just wanted someone who would explain things to me and instead, you scared the shit out of me.

*Your smile lit up my day. But I’m afraid because you’re so much smarter than me.

*Buttercup, dear, what would Subject A do if Subject B & C & D stopped flashing their overaged titties and realized that Subject A is a total flaming closet case?

*Be good in Hawaii. I got your message about being hit on by men who were a disgusting cross between Roman Polanski and Donald Trump. Damn. Hook me UP!
I miss you so much.

*The Master plan. You know I think the world of you. But let’s take it slowly with the Master Plan.

*I’m so proud of your new job. I really hope this one makes you a lot happier. It sounds like a really positive move and I’m so glad, because I really wish you had more good things in your life.

*Girl, you crack me up. You’ve a lot of friends. And we all love you. Why don’t you ever call me?

*Dude, don’t even power trip. You know what you want. Who’s the one who’s afraid?

*I know you’re scared and trying to not deal with it. But another kid is a scary thing. Find that strength inside you. You’ll be okay.

*Remember that dream that I told you I had about you? I’m worried sometimes. Let me know that you’re okay because I’m afraid to ask.

*I know what you’ve said. I can’t believe how you can lie to yourself about so much. And to disrespect me along with yourself by saying those things. I really can’t believe you. I have lost all respect for you. I would cut off your hand before I give you mine.

*Bitch, I ain’t even talkin’ to you.

*Yeah, I would like to meet up with you in Italy this summer. I don’t know why I’m so bad at corresponding with you. I think it’s because talking to you makes me happy, and I’m not ready yet to be a happy person.

*I’m in love with you. And I don’t really want to do anything about it. I just like that it’s there, and I like that you’re there, and it makes me think, what a beautiful world it is.

*I went by your place tonight on my way home. Don’t like that I can’t contact you. I was mad when I left but I had no idea where you were coming from. I wish I had left a number.

*Hmmmm. Really think you’re creepy.

*He signed the letter, ps–I’m not gay. I think that’s REALLY funny.

*You’re married but I know you’ve thought about it. It doesn’t bother me.

*I miss you. I’m sorry I didn’t go visit you when you were in the hospital. I was scared. And I know you were disappointed. I was just so scared of saying goodbye. And now I say goodbye to you every night.

*What you did, cut me down to my soul. And did you know, I still loved you for months afterwards? How much sense needed to be talked into me for me to walk away? I would have come back and taken it, too. Because you really spun it. But I really don’t think about you much. I managed to place other assholes in the way so I won’t have to think about you.

*I can’t believe you guys lied to me. I’m terrified of running into you on the street. Because I’m really angry.

*You are one of the most amazing people on earth. You are seriously an enlightened soul and got me through such a rough time. I wish you would just admit how incredible you are. You’re going to be famous one day. You have the skill of touching other people. And I don’t mean that in a weird child-molesting kind of way. I guess it kind of sounded like that.

*What the hell, man? Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend? I wouldn’t have done what I did. Because that just ain’t right.

Let me ask you…

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was back in my hometown for a high school reunion, but I guess I missed it because I was at the gym beforehand, and when it was time to leave, I couldn’t remember which locker I had put my bag in. It took me hours and finally, I realized that I didn’t even bring in a bag…I had left it in my car. So I walked home because for some reason, I couldn’t find my car by that point either, and I saw this tall skinny blond guy walking up my hill. So I was talking to him about life, his family, etc., and i kept thinking, he looks really young, like 18 or 19 years old. We got to the gate at the front of the neighborhood and I saw some girls that I used to hate in high school. So I said hi but kept walking with him, but as we round this one corner, he grabs me and presses me up against a trailer parked on the side of the road and starts making out with me. I tell him, not here, because I don’t want the girls to see, but he picks me up, pulls me behind the trailer and I’m thinking THIS GUY IS SO YOUNG THIS IS WRONG! but then it’s over as quickly as it started (he didn’t even get his pants off and he was done). So I’m like, uh, okay, well, I’m gonna keep walking home because I’m late for something. So I go home and later someone tells me, hey, did you see Timothy McVeigh walking in the neighborhood today? And I’m thinking, WHAT THE FUCK? DID I JUST…eeeeeeeeeeeeew.