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the premiere july post. are you excited? what was the last thing i was talking about the last time i was here...? uh..lists of whatever my interests were, right? ok. i am aware of the holiday in the u.s. not much to look forward to except the fireworks, but nothing hands on like back in the day or in that part of the country.
well then, i haven't been up to anything wonderful. i just found out we were supposed to go to another wedding the same week as the one we already knew about. plans were made to maybe go, but it was way costly. Michael Jackson died when i was in illinois. i heard about from cnn or something when flicking through the channels on the tv. my earliest memories of him were from an alvin and the chipmunks VHS where he was singing along with alvin (to beat it?). he definitely showed up farrah fawcett's death.
been reading again. i recently finished the odyssey, my fifth time going through the epic, and i have to say that i really enjoyed it. Homer's story is a good summer escape. You start reading and get transported to the Mediterranean sea, right next to Odysseus fleeing cannibals, visiting the dead, making offerings to the gods, braving monsters while your friends get eaten, getting seduced and held captive by godesses, and exacting revenge. i couldn't get enough..partly because there really wasn't anything to do and i wasn't eager to use the computer to entertain myself (i didn't really have one anyway). it was a nice transition after reading the iliad. i actually knew who they were talking about, in some cases, when they listed all these names of people and their relations. i was amazed. anyway, these two homer epics totally cut into my initial reading of a tree grows in brooklyn. i'm still into that. yes. not as exciting, but it's good.
ah yes, went to chicago to the taste, which had free entry but food was quite expensive.
um. saw one of my best friends in the world who i haven't heard from in nearly 16 years.
end? for now?
It was weird today...i read about something and ended up thinking about the consequences of the subject, ultimately death, and then it happened. To go more into depth about this odd and harrowing event: I was reading my text book for sex psych on zoophilia, wondering if some people would attempt to do the deed with birds (supposedly yes to bigger fowl like ducks and geese) and how horrible that would be for the animal. All i could think of was the death of the poor animal. Later, as I was eating lunch, a small bird crashed into one of the glass doors on the balcony. I rushed outside to see if it was all right, picking the bird up. It was breathing for a while, definitely looking shocked from having the wind knocked out of it. After a bit, i noticed that the bird had stopped breathing so hard and its eyes were closing. The poor thing died in my hands. I buried it all properly.
I was the last thing it saw.
Pre-grindhouse times there were arthouses. And these arthouses showed boss foreign films that we seldom care about nowadays. Death was often featured playing chess and if he won he took your ungrateful soul with him. Fellini is awesome. Giulietta Masina is an adorably-tangible-Italian-Audrey Hepburn-ish woman. Really, now.
Enough about film related pastimes—here is the most intriguing occurrence of the March 11, 2008: So tonite I was going to see The Wombats (and some other bands I didn’t know about) and I was able to spot but I realized that my originally well thought out scheme wouldn’t work and, indeed, access was denied. Next time I’mma go to MacArthur Park, fools. Anywhat—I roam around, contemplating if I should hang out in the 7-Eleven across the street. After a long while (ie: getting lost a bit on the strange streets) I began my wait kinda behind the damn place and someone walks by me. I don't really care who it is, thinking it was these two people who I had seen momentarily at the crosswalk. It was this guy wearing a black jacket with some sorta plaid shirt deal, black pants, and red shoes, i guess, sporting some wild hair that was slightly reminiscent of an afro. HOLD UP.
What does Matt Murphy look like? Let's refresh our memories, kiddies:
OK. At first I was all thinking, "NO FUCKING WAY" then i slowly thought, "well, maybe." I couldn't clearly see his face even though he looked back at me a few times(once as he initially walked by me and again as he was farther off--possibly because i tried to discreetly follow him for a bit to see if it was really him...i shoulda fuckin' waved, man) because it was dark and he turned to glance at me real quick. I was astonished. I waited a bit more...wishing he'd come back so i could make sure that was him. Lo and Behold!! He returned!! But I didn't see his damn face again...i really thought about yelling something so he'd turn around (maybe, like, "Hey" or "Excuse me" or just "Hello" like one lady said to me as she walked by). I would've known fo sho...i'm pretty fucking sure it was Murph, though. Not damn sure, but pretty sure. And that's more than good enough for me.
I can't believe I missed possible live versions of "lost in the post", "party in the forest" (ohhh, i'm fuckin' pissed..if they played this...uurgh!!), "backfire at the disco", "kill the director", "patricia the stripper", "metro song", "moving to new york" (i hope to accomplish that one fine day), "school uniforms" and the etc. of goodness--shiiiiittt...i can't believe it. Damn 88.
