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I fell asleep during a thunderstorm. I dream I'm surrounded by friends and dead actors. We're taking over city streets until we are all shot to death. I go last. I'm hiding under a dead police officer, pretending I'm dead, when I realize I've been shot. My heart is heavy and the beating keeps getting slower, I feel the blood leaving my body. I'm paralyzed but I watch my blood mingle with everyone else's, staining the sidewalk. I think I'm dying until I realize it doesn't hurt and I should probably just wake up. I woke in bed facing the window and immediately looked for hawk, who was on the floor on the other side of the room. I made him get up and lie in bed next to me. I couldn't fall asleep so I read an article about Elizabeth Hardwick. There were a couple quotes by Joan Didion discussing Hardwick's ability to compensate for women's physiological inferiorities through her writing. I had to look up the word physiological, and was disappointed that i'd only guessed half of the definition correctly. When I was growing up I remember having an overwhelming sense of nostalgia for decades I'd missed by being born too late. Lately it's been no different. I wish i'd been around during the Hardwick/Sontag/Didion era of New York's literary circles.
Kevin came over at noon and we drove to the suburbs (AURORA! Illinois) to pick up my new (used) Powerbook. I am now using Senuti to transfer the contents of my iPod to iTunes. Shortly I will make dinner and we will play frisbee (which I never get tired of telling people I have an unnatural talent for) in the park by my house.
How are you? What have you been thinking about lately?
Kevin came over at noon and we drove to the suburbs (AURORA! Illinois) to pick up my new (used) Powerbook. I am now using Senuti to transfer the contents of my iPod to iTunes. Shortly I will make dinner and we will play frisbee (which I never get tired of telling people I have an unnatural talent for) in the park by my house.
How are you? What have you been thinking about lately?