hey you man, you-- i wish you had called me while you were here... then at least we could have a non-million-dollar phone conversation. i was actually thinking about calling your cellphone this weekend, but it is just too painful to have to stop the conversation in the middle because of monetary reasons. how un-romantic...
unfortunately i cannot remember my dreams from last night, and the ones from days before have faded. i drank many drinks with Noa last night, while Heather and Rachel moved into their new apartment, all around us... we sat in the center of the family room and progressively laughed louder and louder. Noa told me a story about how someone told her, as a joke, when she was little: that the reason why you always see mist around the bottom of a mountain, is because the mountains you see are actually a mirage... they are just light and color particles floating in the air where a mountain once was, before it erupted millenia ago. she was surrounded by mountains growing up, and believed this mirage tale to be true until she mentioned that she couldn't believe how long the mirage mountains lasted, to her boyfriend Seth, at age 20. isn't that amazing? Noa is so weird and wonderful.
i have discovered a new alcoholic drink that is delicious, and you should try it sometime if you get the chance... use 100% non-filtered, non-sweetened cranberry juice, and Malibu coconut rum... mix as desired, and you will have yourself a fucking delicious treat! it's so bitter, but the tiny sips of sweetness from the coconut make it just perfect.
i am off to take an exam on the last twenty years of conflict in Iraq and Iran. a joyous affair. those Arabs and Persians are untameably passionate, aren't they? i envy them in some ways. (plus they all have super-human names, like: Khadija, Areej... oh my Allah.)
Arg, I apologize for hermitizing myself last weekend and not at least "reaching out", it was a busy and hectic time, I am coming down again this weekend to finish the edit for my application and will be sure to phone you--I will have to find your number though. One of these days, soon when school is out of the way I hope, I will show you through physical action just how much I appreciate your long livejournal comments, your telling of stories, your perfect combination of prose, and your passion for life which I must admit, often use as a model for my own life especially when times turn dark. In other words, until I can hold you in my arms, I will raise a glass of Malibu and non-sweetend cranberry juice in your honor. I hope all is well with you, I miss you.
PS you will have to read me a story the moment I see you, like that picnic we went on in a time long ago. I love listening to Dylan Thomas (or anything really) filtered through your pouting mouth.
when the earth was still flatsomadreamMarch 25 2004, 17:30:34 UTC
remember when we would just spend an entire day lying in your bed in each other's arms, listening to Depeche Mode and battling your mom and her door-open-policy? let's do that again. only at my apartment. and we could make a Heather sandwich. and instead of Depeche Mode, we could listen to PJ Harvey and Thom Yorke duets. and instead of battling your mom, we will battle Irie the Cat who is always scratching on some door to have it opened. call me now. (206) 271-3137. i have Saturday evening and all day Sunday to comingle with you, little Ian.
i wish you had called me while you were here... then at least we could have a non-million-dollar phone conversation. i was actually thinking about calling your cellphone this weekend, but it is just too painful to have to stop the conversation in the middle because of monetary reasons. how un-romantic...
unfortunately i cannot remember my dreams from last night, and the ones from days before have faded. i drank many drinks with Noa last night, while Heather and Rachel moved into their new apartment, all around us... we sat in the center of the family room and progressively laughed louder and louder. Noa told me a story about how someone told her, as a joke, when she was little: that the reason why you always see mist around the bottom of a mountain, is because the mountains you see are actually a mirage... they are just light and color particles floating in the air where a mountain once was, before it erupted millenia ago. she was surrounded by mountains growing up, and believed this mirage tale to be true until she mentioned that she couldn't believe how long the mirage mountains lasted, to her boyfriend Seth, at age 20. isn't that amazing? Noa is so weird and wonderful.
i have discovered a new alcoholic drink that is delicious, and you should try it sometime if you get the chance... use 100% non-filtered, non-sweetened cranberry juice, and Malibu coconut rum... mix as desired, and you will have yourself a fucking delicious treat! it's so bitter, but the tiny sips of sweetness from the coconut make it just perfect.
i am off to take an exam on the last twenty years of conflict in Iraq and Iran. a joyous affair. those Arabs and Persians are untameably passionate, aren't they? i envy them in some ways. (plus they all have super-human names, like: Khadija, Areej... oh my Allah.)
--Rosemary
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PS you will have to read me a story the moment I see you, like that picnic we went on in a time long ago. I love listening to Dylan Thomas (or anything really) filtered through your pouting mouth.
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