Echo

I hate that alarm.

Round 2.

Commence.

It has come to me wearing a kitchen timer around my neck to get me stressed enough to focus. The ticking is terrifying.

I used to make Brian laugh until he was doubled over, crying. He used to do the same to me. I love being able to laugh and make people laugh in such a powerful way, it causes your mind to convince your body it’s being tickled vehemently.

At Cecilia’s birthday party on Saturday, we were talking about how Haley and Christian look alike. Haley said they were on a boat trip in Malaysia with a couple of gay French guys on their honeymoon, and later they asked if Haley and Christian were brother and sister. Haley thought it was funny because they’d been making out in the water just a few minutes before the question was asked.

Just like dogs with owners, sometimes couples start looking like each other if they’ve been dating for a while.

Christian suggested a brother and sister role play might be fun. We all laughed about Flowers in the Attic. Haley was adamant about the idea.

“Why not?” he asked. “It could be fun.”

“Because NOTHING good could come out if it.”

I like this girl. I can tell wherever she is, people have fun.

From Colin today. We’re still waiting for Lauren (aka Hooch) to weigh in:

Colin: Economic stimulous package?? This little vignette was at a vintage shop downtown in an old fire station right off skid row…so all things considered, the context was appropriate

Julia: I call dibs on the hatchet!

Colin: I like the rusty sheers myself…more options

Brian: I like that big dull knife on the left. More painful…

Julia: Colin, is this a secret personality test? Looks pretty accurate. We should invite Hooch to sound off. My guess–she’s the book.

Brian: Genius, Julia. Genius.

Julia: Brian, I’m not convinced that dull knife of yours isn’t a spatula.

Hooch: the book is probably the only thing i wouldn’t hurt myself with in the process…book it is.

Colin: I know why we’re all friends…

Julia: Cheers! Miss you guys.

Response from Ruth:

“you should ask jessica about a man named hussein”

Ahahahahahaha

It started…with a man named Hussein…

Ruth and Jessica are in the Arabic Studies program at the U. of Washington. I would prefer a current or former linebacker (my friend who was an athletics trainer at UConn told me it’s always the big guys who are most loyal, and that’s what I’ve found as well). What are the chances they introduce a big Egyptian guy named Ali?

Ruth–you and Jessica seem to know a lot of men. Do you know any big, black, cuddly linebacker types with hearts of gentlemen who would like to do some work as a personal bodyguard? Rule #1 – Be protective but DON’T. Fall in love. All joking aside, I’m serious.

I wasn’t kidding. I think it would be a trip to go out with a big, black bodyguard in a suit who asks people to move away when they bother me too much while I’m working.

Honestly. The things I do and get away with.

Sometimes the only way to be literal is to be abstract. Sometimes the only way to examine what something truly is, is to examine its reflection. Literal is a very literal and unliteral word. People shouldn’t be snobs about it. The realm of words, the depth and echo of combinations of letters and the anima they invoke are entire universes unto themselves. Meaning is only as clear as the picture you paint. The dimensions…up to you. The skill is in how great and complex of meaning you have the ability to deliver into another person so they can see this picture as you see. I use words as the carrier but I’m moving almost beyond language. Sometimes I look into someone’s eyes and I can receive and send meaning. The words are just what my touch follows to get inside.

Time time time time! Time to understand the monster! (i will amuse myself with terror…)

This was my theme song today. Love the song. Just watched the video. Must watch.

Thin line between so many things
Perception defines them differently
But they’re still the same thing

We completed a circle of thought.

Thanks God. League doesn’t start for two more weeks. I was NOT ready to play.

My weapon of mastery would have been my blue 33/29 titanium softball bat. I grew up in the suburbs. Hardly a school for ninjas. While untrained with the sword, I make up for it with a quick bat.

Julia’s Approach to Compliments

Please leave your good-intentioned words like a nut on the sidewalk, and take at least 4 steps back. Meld into the background.

When the coast is clear, Julia will scurry down and grab the nut, scurry backwards up the tree, never taking her eyes off you in case the nut was bait in a trap. When deep in her tree cave, she’ll set it up to really get a look at it and say, “WHAT IS THIS?”

After some careful consideration, she will scurry back down and inform you whether or not she believes this nut is real, not poisoned and from a well-meaning source, and usually that’s just a matter of if her tail is happy or not.

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Is nut a euphemism for something else? Your guess is as good as mine. I was trying to be literal regarding my feelings with compliments. Is the moat starting to feel like a maze yet?

The 9’s have spoken.

We’ll throw it out into the sky and spell the stars with letters.

And so it was written.

The last two guitarists have been candy.
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The guy next to me asked me if I was enjoying the show. “You look like you’re waiting for someone,” he said. But that’s the way I’ve looked my whole life.
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I drowned a lot of ants as a kid. David was totally my penance.
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The cult of the unattainable.
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I’m going to hire a bodyguard next week.
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