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i know i should really change that user pic, but when has your first order of business ever been accomplished first? plus i really love headphones. i was wearing them again with nothing playing for the last thirty minutes. now there's music playing.
my second oldest sister turned 28 today. i am glad she's married. sorry older than 28 people, i didn't mean that. yes i did. my oldest nephews were setting up stratego in my second youngest sister's room when i sat down to the old keyboard thinkin "what the heck, i'll play something." i was absolutely floored to find out that all the old user tracks i'd recorded years ago were still on it! like gold in my ears. it's my great pleasure to know and have known giant handfuls of awesome musicians, to whose skill i would never compare myself. nevertheless, i fucking love what i write. maybe even more so because it's loved most enthusiastically by me, if that makes sense. i maintain the hope that someday lyrics will find their way out of my throat, watered occasionally by the notion that i'm really supposed to be making hip-hop, and have only been chasing all the wrong waterfalls. rivers and lakes man, rivers and lakes. i spent the next hour or so recording each track and mixdown onto my phone. laughing because i'd managed to forget every melody, and because they were remembered for me.
the birthday girl wanted chili's, so we go to chili's. and ya know what? they make a pretty good margarita there, but i didn't have one. i had instead, the fajita trio. get the fajita trio. ask for extra tortillas. but don't, whatever you do, finish the fajita trio. this'll make your back hurt. my back hurts. i feel like i ate someone. i should be asleep, and i'm thirsty. we made a lot of noise. or i was loud. my mother got dizzy and my limbs started feeling shaky. i think i almost passed out. i was reminded of the philosophy handed down to me years prior by one giovanni, while feasting on fine foods; enjoying food is a way of life. or maybe a way of living it. regardless, what we did tonight was something else entirely. reminiscent of the gluttonous hedonism practiced only in ancient rome...and america!
after the loopy ride home, after the raucous gift opening, after the birthday cake shaped like spongebob, there was no ice cream. feeling tired and looking ugly, i everthemore volunteered to hunt and/or gather some ice cream from the local super market. ignoring the desert-born premonition that i would coincidentally encounter someone i know, and fighting down the rise of panic this gave way to, (i never know what to say or do when these things happen) i left. one bucket of vanilla ice cream later found me in line behind nicole moon, whose first name escaped me, although i was so jarred i think i told her i didn't remember her. i'd like to think now that if we met at a party and i'd had a beer, i could come up with it through some miraculous feat of my hole-strewn recollection. she says kady's been trying get in touch with me and again i respond with crazy random half-thoughts and vague-yeahs. at least one other occasion comes to mind where i was found so completely out of my wits, and that was while lying in a hospital bed with a broken arm all doped up on hey-now. my family's minivan had just bumped into a clydesdale, and the clydesdale had exploded quite soon thereafter. i kept telling some drowsy tale involving a moose. clydesdales are not moose. this is a clydesdale:
at any rate, it is a testament to the shocking effect that most social interaction has on me of late (and let's face it - sometimes old), that meeting an old friend in the supermarket reduces me to such a state. we walk over to the entrance and she calls kady for me but she is assumed to be asleep already, and i leave a message on her service. again, stumbling through sentences and over and around words. in the midst of this quiet fiasco, my old youth leader from church rushes past, cryptically yelling something mumbled while flashing me that reaching-for-a-basketball wave and crazy grin. he seemed like he was in a hurry. at this point i'm thoroughly dazed, rendering the akward step-walk-step out to the parking lot a blur, but i got that she and kady were in san diego ever so often. this is good. it's good to know that human-beings sometimes frequent this...place. even better to know that my company is sought after.
"always go out for ice cream." i tell myself aloud, pulling away and down main street in my mother's minivan, blasting rap music. back at the fowler nest i slip comfortably into an easy chair, and even more comfortably into a kind of food-coma.
then my sister drove us home.
my second oldest sister turned 28 today. i am glad she's married. sorry older than 28 people, i didn't mean that. yes i did. my oldest nephews were setting up stratego in my second youngest sister's room when i sat down to the old keyboard thinkin "what the heck, i'll play something." i was absolutely floored to find out that all the old user tracks i'd recorded years ago were still on it! like gold in my ears. it's my great pleasure to know and have known giant handfuls of awesome musicians, to whose skill i would never compare myself. nevertheless, i fucking love what i write. maybe even more so because it's loved most enthusiastically by me, if that makes sense. i maintain the hope that someday lyrics will find their way out of my throat, watered occasionally by the notion that i'm really supposed to be making hip-hop, and have only been chasing all the wrong waterfalls. rivers and lakes man, rivers and lakes. i spent the next hour or so recording each track and mixdown onto my phone. laughing because i'd managed to forget every melody, and because they were remembered for me.
the birthday girl wanted chili's, so we go to chili's. and ya know what? they make a pretty good margarita there, but i didn't have one. i had instead, the fajita trio. get the fajita trio. ask for extra tortillas. but don't, whatever you do, finish the fajita trio. this'll make your back hurt. my back hurts. i feel like i ate someone. i should be asleep, and i'm thirsty. we made a lot of noise. or i was loud. my mother got dizzy and my limbs started feeling shaky. i think i almost passed out. i was reminded of the philosophy handed down to me years prior by one giovanni, while feasting on fine foods; enjoying food is a way of life. or maybe a way of living it. regardless, what we did tonight was something else entirely. reminiscent of the gluttonous hedonism practiced only in ancient rome...and america!
after the loopy ride home, after the raucous gift opening, after the birthday cake shaped like spongebob, there was no ice cream. feeling tired and looking ugly, i everthemore volunteered to hunt and/or gather some ice cream from the local super market. ignoring the desert-born premonition that i would coincidentally encounter someone i know, and fighting down the rise of panic this gave way to, (i never know what to say or do when these things happen) i left. one bucket of vanilla ice cream later found me in line behind nicole moon, whose first name escaped me, although i was so jarred i think i told her i didn't remember her. i'd like to think now that if we met at a party and i'd had a beer, i could come up with it through some miraculous feat of my hole-strewn recollection. she says kady's been trying get in touch with me and again i respond with crazy random half-thoughts and vague-yeahs. at least one other occasion comes to mind where i was found so completely out of my wits, and that was while lying in a hospital bed with a broken arm all doped up on hey-now. my family's minivan had just bumped into a clydesdale, and the clydesdale had exploded quite soon thereafter. i kept telling some drowsy tale involving a moose. clydesdales are not moose. this is a clydesdale:
at any rate, it is a testament to the shocking effect that most social interaction has on me of late (and let's face it - sometimes old), that meeting an old friend in the supermarket reduces me to such a state. we walk over to the entrance and she calls kady for me but she is assumed to be asleep already, and i leave a message on her service. again, stumbling through sentences and over and around words. in the midst of this quiet fiasco, my old youth leader from church rushes past, cryptically yelling something mumbled while flashing me that reaching-for-a-basketball wave and crazy grin. he seemed like he was in a hurry. at this point i'm thoroughly dazed, rendering the akward step-walk-step out to the parking lot a blur, but i got that she and kady were in san diego ever so often. this is good. it's good to know that human-beings sometimes frequent this...place. even better to know that my company is sought after.
"always go out for ice cream." i tell myself aloud, pulling away and down main street in my mother's minivan, blasting rap music. back at the fowler nest i slip comfortably into an easy chair, and even more comfortably into a kind of food-coma.
then my sister drove us home.