dream home
haven't seen him in a while, but yesterday and also this morning, saw "Charles" on the subway platform. i was standing, waiting for the train, looked up, saw him walking towards my direction. he stopped by the lamppost about 10ft from me. we looked at each other for about 5 seconds. well, i held his eye contact for maybe 2 seconds out of the 5...the other 3 seconds my eyes sort of just floated in the vicinity of his face...i'm such a fucking wuss. why can't i be all coy and flirty? anyway, the train came, and i walked to the nearest car doors. instead of going to the doors nearest where he stood, "charles" walked up behind me, and then we stood side by side for a moment waiting for the doors to open. he is standing to my right, and once the doors opened, he crosses diagonally in front of me and enters the car first. what is that? not very chivalrous and a bit pompous, yeah? kind of a very obvious Notice Me maneuver. yet, i am intrigued. if i had any gumption, i would've followed him to the empty seats, sit right across from him, and resume the staring contest. have you ever unleashed the electricity from your eyes? sometimes i want to try it..deliberately, as opposed to accidentally, like the several occasions in the past. but, you know, i'm a wuss, so i went the opposite way and took a seat that was out of his line of vision.
the Voice says, WHY do you avoid things? you know you're curious about this so-called Charles person. my god, at least find out his actual name. conduct some electricity. i'm bored.
i think, one of these days, i'm going to let the Voice have full reign for an entire day. fuck the inhibitions and have some fun. and, not like i'm going to break the law or denounce my virtues, just lighten up and live a little.
i am so becoming such a schitzo.
*****
with the boss away, i'm checking personal email very frequently at work. barely 11am and i was done with my work and ready to go home. trying to prolong the process to appear like you're toiling away is harder work than doing actual work.
jen and i went to Django for lunch today. we unknowingly took a 2-hour lunch. oopsie. hoped no one noticed besides the receptionist.
jen liked the space. i think it's pretty nice too.
food was okay. i didn't finish any of my plates. my appetizer of pork belly had 'lien gnaow' (that neutral colored starchy root that's in slow-cooked chinese soups?) and i think 3 kinds of beans? so much for details...anyway, the pork belly was good, but the lien gnaow and the beans had this golden taste of some spice like anise but not really...i didn't like it. jen had salmon ceviche, which was good and light. i'm a sucker for ceviche.
for entrees, we both had the lamb moussaka. ehh, i didn't like it. first of all, i hate lamb but i guess i ordered that because i wanted to try moussaka. what is moussaka anyway? i had it today and still can't define it. the lamb was pulled meat wrapped with what seemed like eggplant, and had melted cheese on top.
for dessert, instead of always going for the chocolate option, i had raspberry streusel tart with raspberry ice cream. pretty good. jen had chocolate creme brulee - that was good too. never had chocolate creme brulee before.
during lunch, we talked about unrealized business plans and what our future ideal homes would be like. the latter is something i constantly relish thinking about. i live in a crappy old apartment so sometimes it's a nice escape into dreamland. in some distant time in the future, i'd have this house built atop a high craggy cliff, or a penthouse atop a 50-storied building. just somewhere really high. i'd have many dogs, naturally. the kitchen would have sliding glass doors, from which you could step out onto this transparent floor that just extends out into thin air. maybe plexiglass, or something clear and strong and bullet-proof or unshatterable. there would be no walls, no railings around this platform. this would be my dining room. can you imagine that, dining al fresco surrounded by a wallpaper made out of sky and sunset, while the only thing separating you from a certain-death fall is a clear glass floor. but of course, the thrill is in the illusion because it'd be totally safe: everything makes sense in fantasy land.
what would also be cool is if the edges of the glass floor are rimmed with a 3-foot wide concaved eave, kind of like a safety net should something roll off the edge. you could also lay in it like a clear hammock. it'd be nice on hot summer nights to sleep there looking up at the stars.
i can't let my dogs go out onto this dining room though. they could unknowingly jump off.
there's also an infinity pool somewhere in this house.
and a reprint of miro's Birth of the World. and some weird and creepy cool art. i was telling jen about having that gigantic cut-off index finger sculpture by tim hawkinson sitting on a podium just inside my front door to greet guests. maybe by the coat rack. and that robert gober sculpture of a man's legs protruding from the wall and lying on the floor, with square patches of his pants flipped back revealing hairy legs with a candle placed in the middle? yeah, that one too.
let's shoot for the year 2019. maybe it could happen.
the Voice says, WHY do you avoid things? you know you're curious about this so-called Charles person. my god, at least find out his actual name. conduct some electricity. i'm bored.
i think, one of these days, i'm going to let the Voice have full reign for an entire day. fuck the inhibitions and have some fun. and, not like i'm going to break the law or denounce my virtues, just lighten up and live a little.
i am so becoming such a schitzo.
*****
with the boss away, i'm checking personal email very frequently at work. barely 11am and i was done with my work and ready to go home. trying to prolong the process to appear like you're toiling away is harder work than doing actual work.
jen and i went to Django for lunch today. we unknowingly took a 2-hour lunch. oopsie. hoped no one noticed besides the receptionist.
jen liked the space. i think it's pretty nice too.
food was okay. i didn't finish any of my plates. my appetizer of pork belly had 'lien gnaow' (that neutral colored starchy root that's in slow-cooked chinese soups?) and i think 3 kinds of beans? so much for details...anyway, the pork belly was good, but the lien gnaow and the beans had this golden taste of some spice like anise but not really...i didn't like it. jen had salmon ceviche, which was good and light. i'm a sucker for ceviche.
for entrees, we both had the lamb moussaka. ehh, i didn't like it. first of all, i hate lamb but i guess i ordered that because i wanted to try moussaka. what is moussaka anyway? i had it today and still can't define it. the lamb was pulled meat wrapped with what seemed like eggplant, and had melted cheese on top.
for dessert, instead of always going for the chocolate option, i had raspberry streusel tart with raspberry ice cream. pretty good. jen had chocolate creme brulee - that was good too. never had chocolate creme brulee before.
during lunch, we talked about unrealized business plans and what our future ideal homes would be like. the latter is something i constantly relish thinking about. i live in a crappy old apartment so sometimes it's a nice escape into dreamland. in some distant time in the future, i'd have this house built atop a high craggy cliff, or a penthouse atop a 50-storied building. just somewhere really high. i'd have many dogs, naturally. the kitchen would have sliding glass doors, from which you could step out onto this transparent floor that just extends out into thin air. maybe plexiglass, or something clear and strong and bullet-proof or unshatterable. there would be no walls, no railings around this platform. this would be my dining room. can you imagine that, dining al fresco surrounded by a wallpaper made out of sky and sunset, while the only thing separating you from a certain-death fall is a clear glass floor. but of course, the thrill is in the illusion because it'd be totally safe: everything makes sense in fantasy land.
what would also be cool is if the edges of the glass floor are rimmed with a 3-foot wide concaved eave, kind of like a safety net should something roll off the edge. you could also lay in it like a clear hammock. it'd be nice on hot summer nights to sleep there looking up at the stars.
i can't let my dogs go out onto this dining room though. they could unknowingly jump off.
there's also an infinity pool somewhere in this house.
and a reprint of miro's Birth of the World. and some weird and creepy cool art. i was telling jen about having that gigantic cut-off index finger sculpture by tim hawkinson sitting on a podium just inside my front door to greet guests. maybe by the coat rack. and that robert gober sculpture of a man's legs protruding from the wall and lying on the floor, with square patches of his pants flipped back revealing hairy legs with a candle placed in the middle? yeah, that one too.
let's shoot for the year 2019. maybe it could happen.