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Solo pancake lunch and a midday showing of Match Point. Empty movie theatres make me feel like I’m in a David Lynch film. I almost expect a little old lady to pop out of my popcorn or, in my case, a bag of cavity candy. Accuracy please, people. Well, a quarter of the way through the movie, a typical little old lady - I want to meet a giant old lady - wandered into the theatre and sat right next me. Jiggling her oversized bag through to the movie’s end, she looked over at me as the credits rolled and appeared startled. She waited for me in the hallway and asked if I had been sitting there the entire time. I beat down my inner angst ridden existentialist and cracked-up laughing. Sweet old woman. Big Woody Allen fan. We talked about the operatic aspects of the movie for a time and then parted ways.
I love those fleeting interactions with strangers. That brief insight into another human being’s world is one of the most genuine forms of communication
My world is kind of wacked. For months my vivid dreams have kept me from anything resembling real rest. Yeah, they’re neat, but… damn!
Example.
Last night I dreamt some friends and I were lounging on arches within the roof of a stone building (no, it wasn’t a church). We had to jump from a balcony to reach the arches and I remember being terrified I’d fall, but of course I did it anyway. My friend April got up to go back to the balcony and accidentally stepped off the arch. Our eyes locked in that one moment and then she fell out of sight. I stared straight ahead in shock and waited to hear a horrific thud. But, my friend, Logic kicked in and I realized we were only three stories high therefore she could still be alive. I rushed to the balcony and called out for her to respond (I said something sarcastic like, “If you don’t get your broken *insert sassy lingo* off that floor…”).
As I rushed to get to her and figure of death appeared. Terrifying, yes, but It triggered something primal to snap in my brain and I lunged for It. I wasn’t going to let it get her. It wrapped something around my throat but I was still putting up an impressive fight. There was no fear, only rage and the thought that I would not let It get her.
And then my alarm went off.
Other News.
Got into the MANE grad program at RPI
Got a Teaching Assistantship (full tuition and a stipend) Hoorah!
Going to be in Troy for a long time. I should buy a house.
Disclaimer.
I haven’t been around in awhile. Things got crappy so I occupied my time with exciting activities like hiding, avoiding, rejecting, etc, destructive behavior etc Sorry about that. I’m working on it. Like building a house. Hookers and gin. This mess we’re in.
Someday I’ll be a rapper
How jealous the boys will be
Solo pancake lunch and a midday showing of Match Point. Empty movie theatres make me feel like I’m in a David Lynch film. I almost expect a little old lady to pop out of my popcorn or, in my case, a bag of cavity candy. Accuracy please, people. Well, a quarter of the way through the movie, a typical little old lady - I want to meet a giant old lady - wandered into the theatre and sat right next me. Jiggling her oversized bag through to the movie’s end, she looked over at me as the credits rolled and appeared startled. She waited for me in the hallway and asked if I had been sitting there the entire time. I beat down my inner angst ridden existentialist and cracked-up laughing. Sweet old woman. Big Woody Allen fan. We talked about the operatic aspects of the movie for a time and then parted ways.
I love those fleeting interactions with strangers. That brief insight into another human being’s world is one of the most genuine forms of communication
My world is kind of wacked. For months my vivid dreams have kept me from anything resembling real rest. Yeah, they’re neat, but… damn!
Example.
Last night I dreamt some friends and I were lounging on arches within the roof of a stone building (no, it wasn’t a church). We had to jump from a balcony to reach the arches and I remember being terrified I’d fall, but of course I did it anyway. My friend April got up to go back to the balcony and accidentally stepped off the arch. Our eyes locked in that one moment and then she fell out of sight. I stared straight ahead in shock and waited to hear a horrific thud. But, my friend, Logic kicked in and I realized we were only three stories high therefore she could still be alive. I rushed to the balcony and called out for her to respond (I said something sarcastic like, “If you don’t get your broken *insert sassy lingo* off that floor…”).
As I rushed to get to her and figure of death appeared. Terrifying, yes, but It triggered something primal to snap in my brain and I lunged for It. I wasn’t going to let it get her. It wrapped something around my throat but I was still putting up an impressive fight. There was no fear, only rage and the thought that I would not let It get her.
And then my alarm went off.
Other News.
Got into the MANE grad program at RPI
Got a Teaching Assistantship (full tuition and a stipend) Hoorah!
Going to be in Troy for a long time. I should buy a house.
Disclaimer.
I haven’t been around in awhile. Things got crappy so I occupied my time with exciting activities like hiding, avoiding, rejecting, etc, destructive behavior etc Sorry about that. I’m working on it. Like building a house. Hookers and gin. This mess we’re in.
Someday I’ll be a rapper
How jealous the boys will be