remembering

so many things i've wanted to blog about, but haven't been keeping good notes. last night i actually plugged in my ipod so i would remember to talk about it, then i never did. when i was all smiley after talking to s, i was listening to pearl and the shuffle was just awful, but finally amy corriea's life is beautiful came on, and it was SO perfect. the song ariving at and leaving ch's house was over the rhine's moth, and as i'm turning down greenwood, i think, why don't i just WALK home? i felt like i could go forever. it's only 14 blocks, that's less than 2 miles. it takes a little more than half an hour. but then i thought it was silly, the mix wouldn't keep being that good, i might feel sad, and then it would just be long. so i took the train. i was sorry i did, because next it played india.arie's video, ana teroja's wish you were here, and as i was walking from the train to my place an amazing dance song from the cheeze and wax mix. i was so pumped, then to prove me wrong, patty griffin's makin pies was next. oh well.

when i told ch about being nervous about my last date, he gave me a great quotable line which i'm not sure how i forgot to post. "dating is like chewing through an electrical cord. it's stupid, usually useless, and sometimes deadly. but sometimes if you hit it just right it can make you feel all tingly." isn't that just lovely?

ch wrote a note about l in the TOC today, so i called her to read it. bad idea, she was at work, so she took her 3 minutes to say, "where have you BEEN?" i want to know, if s thinks i'm amazing and understanding, why l can still make me feel like such SHIT with so few words. but anyway, that was not supposed ot be the introduction to l- it was supposed to be because i was thinking of her since i bought my first hair product. first, because she has five different kinds that she is very adept at using, and secondly because mine is called, "rubber spiking cement". and i'll always think of her whenever i buy rubber cement. because i DO NOT have a problem. i just like the stuff. i can stop anytime i want to. i swear.

the first day i wore it a balloon popped as i walked by. was it really my crunchy hair? i doubt it, but i told the story to s and she called me "spike." i told my uncle billy that i buzzed my hair, so he'll be able to find me in the airport tomorrow, and he called me buzzette lightyear.

the other amazing thing of the day was also in time out chicago. ch had written at the top of the page, "this is amazing." he told me i'd cry. and i almost did. it was about the editor of time out beruit. and of time out tel aviv. they'd met at a conference in cypress. and so they sent some emails back and forth. it was so human- respecting people, but also so much anger and lack of understanding. it was so completely real. i'd just posted on thymewarp.com that i prefer local news because i can't comprehend the large scope of global news without some kind of human touchpoint. this was really the touchpoint for me. i mean, sure, it's lebanon, an entirely other world, but there are people there just like me-young artists in a big city who read TOB instead of TOC to find out what they're gonna do this weekend. or at least, they used to. there is no TOB anymore. there's no culture in beruit to report on and no buisnesses left to buy advertising. the TOTA crew wanted to help them get back on their feet but couldn't as it would be seen as conspiring with the enemy. so that's what's made the world seem a little closer for me today.

now if you'll excuse me, i need to buy cat food before i leave tomorrow. eep! and i will miss you all. i'll be back on wednesday, and you know i'll post as soon as i unlock the door. have a fun weekend, everybody.