sic transit gloria.

"is that Latin?"

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

when asked what superpower would be most desirable,

many seem to agree on flight, x-ray vision, functioning without sleep, reading minds, etc. the old standbys. the superpower i always wanted to have is the ability to freeze time by touching my index fingers to each other and unfreezing time by clapping. exactly like evie from out of this world, which is where i got thte idea.
tonight i realized that there is a superpower i'd like to have even more than that one. i wish i could divide myself into several tonys. tonight in westwood i ran into one person after another, and it may sound stupid but i wanted to give everyone my undivided attention. not that i'm so important that i needed to grace them with my presence, but rather the opposite; i wanted to take in their awesomeness, because the people i bumped into all played significant roles in my life during college, just at different times. i wanted to hang out with the people i was already with as well as with everyone else i bumped into. everyone was going to different places to do different things, all of the fun variety, and i truly wish i could have gone to all of those places with all of them.

hence my wanting to multiply myself. as the night went on i had this incomplete feeling, maybe not so much incomplete as unsatisfied. unsatisfied because i couldn't be with everybody at the same time--we occupy many worlds comprised of the different groups of people we interact with, and when those worlds happen to meet, things become weird. in social networks we talked about how when we have two friends who don't know each other, the tendency is to want to make them friends. but it's not that simple, nor does it usually work. the balancing act that we use to maintain our multiple lives is pretty fucking remarkable. unfortunately we can't live them all at the same time. i don't even care if this makes sense anymore. i'm just doing my best to document whatever it is i'm feeling at the moment. whatever that is.

the point is that you can't possibly give enough time to the people you care about. and that sucks.

Friday, September 10, 2004

so long

to summer vacation. i most definitely am not looking forward to moving back to westwood, starting work, class, et cetera. 9 weeks of summer camp and 2 weeks of actual vacation time is hardly proportional. i have not really been keeping track of the days. i couldn't tell you what today is if you asked. oh well despite my not seeing all the people/places i would have liked to, the last few days have been good.

on wednesday night i met up with matt at the nuart to catch the late showing of the brown bunny. while i was parallel parking, brian and mike unexpectedly hopped into my car and made fun of the ambient music in the background of which i wasn't even aware. i don't recall what was on, all i remember were raindrops and/or a leaky faucet. whatev. turns out that the guy sitting outside the theatre last week works the concession stands--after the movie he started talking to us, telling us that there was no movie last week (last wednesday we drove by in tan van 5000 whenceupon mike took it upon himself to accuse him of playing dumb and lying after he insisted that there was no movie playing). i think we are officially the 'secret nuart wednesday midnight movie stalker' club to him. meh.

if you are one of the brave few who decides to check it out, do'nt expect more than gallo driving and making out with strangers. it sounds cooler than it really is, trust me. blah blah, driving, driving, crying, then BAM, chloe sevigny unsimulated fellatio scene. the movie could have been done in 45 minutes. it isn't without any redeeming qualities; gordon lightfoot's 'beautiful' helped numb the pain.

after the movie headed down the street and parked at a meter right in front of en sushi. on a bench outside the restaurant were two girls making out while their male companions revelled at the sight of women kissing.
we stopped by cacao where there was no room to sit, so we sat on the bench outside cafe 50s.there was a frail middle-aged woman sitting at a table. a busboy came out of the restaurant with a drink for her. when he handed her the styrofoam cup, she dropped it, spilling the beverage on the ground. visibly upset, the waiter kicks the cup as if trying to score a field goal and storms back inside. throughout that whole ordeal we sat on the bench while she just stood next to us; come to think of it she probably wanted to sit down, but being lame college kids, we probably felt entitled to that bench and/or it just didn't occur to us to offer her a seat. meanwhile, at the corner of barrington and santa monica, right in front of the video store, four middle-aged latino men were in the pre-rumble shit-talking phase. two of them slurred insults at each other en espanol, one stood between them and the other egged them on.

the stretch of santa monica boulevard between sawtelle and barrington--from about the nuart to the goodwill--can be quite happening on the right night.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

my girlfriend has shorter hair than i do.

she had it cut yesterday. not sure how i feel about that exactly. don't get me wrong, i like it a lot, but from now on i'm sure we will be mistaken for a lesbian couple, seeing how i'm frequenty mistaken for a female. maybe it has something to do with my pre-pubescent girl frame. oh well. it doesn't really bother me until the person who does the mislabeling takes it upon themselves to apologize profusely. that just makes a scene. anyway earlier i rode peggy's bike which has a basket. that machine isn't necessairly fit for the streets, if you know what i mean--it's a 1 speed schwinn cruiser. with a basket and a bell. those wheels definitely gave me street cred. we had lunch at senor fish. the fish tacos which were quite excellent.

speaking of eats last night my brother and i went to pink's. i have never seen the line so short--it was 1:30 and there were at most 10 people waiting. anyhow as i was enjoying my guadalajara (which has gained 'new favorite hot dog' status which means i will probably order it everytime until i can't stand it) and orange crush this guy called out TONY! TONY! from the parking lot. i looked at him but realized that he was calling to his friend in line; he then went to join this tony character.

"i found my friend tony. my friend. this guy right here," he says to me.
"alright."
as they head toward their car he yells, 'WHO DOES YOUR HAIR?'
seeing that one, the same person doesn't 'do my hair' and two, that this question was an odd one, i didn't know what to say so i told him where i get my hair cut, which probably didn't help. perhaps he's an aspiring cosmetologist seeking a mentor. i don't fucking know.

i think my car is dying; it does this weird thing--when i start it and release the emergency brake, the emergency brake light stays on. or i'll start it and she drives fine, then all of a sudden the brake light turns itself on and i have to restart my car because it stops. poor thing. she's been a loyal companion as far back as i can remember. the same car i learned to drive in, the same car whose dashboard has always had a 'sacred heart of jesus auto club' sticker on it. no matter how many times i remove it, my mom always replaces it with a new one. whatever. jesus auto club stickers give my car street cred.

i can't believe you read down this far. methinks i will check out the brown bunny at the nuart with matt tonight. maybe mike will go. if he does i hope he does not ruin our chances of getting into the secret wednesday midnight movie like he did last week.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

waffles just pancakes with little squares on 'em!

you win. i will give this business a try. 'why?' you may ask. because everybody is doing it, particularly tomas & matt (who inspired me to get involved in this blogger tomfoolery). anyhoo, since i am trying to graduate this year, i will undoubtedly be a recluse with absolutely nothing better to do in my free time than update this mess, play nes hockey, or make duct-tape wallets to sell on ebay, the resulting profits of which, mind you, will allow me to live the rest of my life in luxury. bling-dogz, mo-fo. speaking of which, i will happily make you one free of charge if: a) you are a cohort o' mine or b) if you ask nicely. perhaps even a combination of the two.

as MG would say, 'paz.'

p.s. i can't say that i'm excited to move back to westwood this saturday. i'm just starting to get used to this laid back c^2 lifestyle.