On Wed. night I did my laundry for the first time in 7 weeks. Since it had been cold out, I had been able to wear the same boxers like 3 or 4 times before they started to smell like ass... Now since spring is coming, I'm starting to sweat again, and I'm down to one pair per day.
Anyhow, I noticed that socks hadn't done well, and they were kind of crunchy when I picked them up to throw them in the wash.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Restless dreams.
Last night I slept restlessly, and this morning when I woke up, I was in this weird dreaming state where I was thinking I would open my eyes and see closed windows, and I opened them actually and saw a bookcase, and another time I dreamed I would open my eyes and see a wall with a doro, and I opened them actually and saw my Danish-style sectional couch. It was like there was another room in my mind.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
2 dreams / Cuticles / An e-mail.
Yesterday I forgot to post my one dream from two nights ago, and then I had another one tonight --
1) Like two nights ago I dreamed I was talking with people and said something very funny, but I can't remember what it was, or even the situation or the topic about which I said it.
2) Last night I dreamed I was in this go-kart/dirt-buggy thing with my brother as driver and a friend from high school who it turns out will be visiting me at the end of April in the backseat (I got an e-mail yesterday that her place to stay in the city fell through, so she's leaning on me), and that we were in this large courtyard with a three-story ceiling, and there was this big staircase going up one wall, turning at a landing, and then continuing to a door on the third story, and my brother insisted on driving up the stairs fast, and when I complained, he decided to pop a wheelie just to piss me off, and when we went high in the air, he missed landing on the staircase and the car fell down a couple stories to the floor and rolled, and all I remember is getting up and being fine but the one girl I know from high school was in her seat and paralyzed from the neck down, and crying, and I was worried about her swallowing her tongue for some reason, as if she was totally paralyzed.
This morning I was pushing back my cuticles and cutting my nails, and I also cut away some old cuticles onto the kitchen table and then swept them into my hand and ate them (they're a little tough, like beef jerky, but don't taste like much), and then like ten minutes later I saw one left over, and I swept it into my hand and ate it, but it turned out to be a sliver of soap, and no matter how much water or coffee I drank, I couldn't wash the soap taste away, until I brushed my teeth.
On another note, this Sunday me and another (white) grad student are going to church to see my one (black) friend who works the library desk on Sunday nights solo, who is also friend with the other (white) grad student, and our friend confirmed the place/time by e-mail under the subject line "church service":
Hey [my name], church service starts at 3:00, March 8th ([address])
I'm looking forward to seeing you and [the other (white) graduate student]. Bring your shouting shoes. LOL
[her name]
1) Like two nights ago I dreamed I was talking with people and said something very funny, but I can't remember what it was, or even the situation or the topic about which I said it.
2) Last night I dreamed I was in this go-kart/dirt-buggy thing with my brother as driver and a friend from high school who it turns out will be visiting me at the end of April in the backseat (I got an e-mail yesterday that her place to stay in the city fell through, so she's leaning on me), and that we were in this large courtyard with a three-story ceiling, and there was this big staircase going up one wall, turning at a landing, and then continuing to a door on the third story, and my brother insisted on driving up the stairs fast, and when I complained, he decided to pop a wheelie just to piss me off, and when we went high in the air, he missed landing on the staircase and the car fell down a couple stories to the floor and rolled, and all I remember is getting up and being fine but the one girl I know from high school was in her seat and paralyzed from the neck down, and crying, and I was worried about her swallowing her tongue for some reason, as if she was totally paralyzed.
This morning I was pushing back my cuticles and cutting my nails, and I also cut away some old cuticles onto the kitchen table and then swept them into my hand and ate them (they're a little tough, like beef jerky, but don't taste like much), and then like ten minutes later I saw one left over, and I swept it into my hand and ate it, but it turned out to be a sliver of soap, and no matter how much water or coffee I drank, I couldn't wash the soap taste away, until I brushed my teeth.
On another note, this Sunday me and another (white) grad student are going to church to see my one (black) friend who works the library desk on Sunday nights solo, who is also friend with the other (white) grad student, and our friend confirmed the place/time by e-mail under the subject line "church service":
Hey [my name], church service starts at 3:00, March 8th ([address])
I'm looking forward to seeing you and [the other (white) graduate student]. Bring your shouting shoes. LOL
[her name]
Monday, March 2, 2009
3 bits of almost-forgotten blogging.
1) Like a couple sundays ago I came in relatively unshaven into the library and my one (black) friend who works the library desk on sunday nights was like, "Are you growing a beard?", and when I told that I was just lazy, but how did it look, she was like, "Get that shit off your face."
Also, yesterday I came in and had just started talking to her when someone called her on her cell (people are always calling her on her cell, usually for advice).
"Come on, don't you know I'm talking to a white boy," she said to whoever it was that was calling her as soon as she answered.
2) Like last week I was talking to this one (black) faculty assistant I know and she asked me what I had been up to, so I told her how I had gone to see "Madea Goes to Jail", and after we talked about it and how good Madea is -- "Did you get the moral?", she was like, "There's always a moral", and when I said it was self-reliance and forgiveness, she was like, "That's right, you got the moral" -- she asked me if I had seen any other Tyler Perry movies, and when I said no, she shook her head and was like, "You are de-prived, you are de-prived."
Also, her first reaction at her hearing that I had gone see the movie was a smile and her being like, "Ooooh, you're getting to know my culture!"
3) Like a few weeks ago when I was at the gyros lounge with my one Dutch friend after seeing a movie, and Patrice had flicked on some reality show where they put people in ethically questionable situations where they should take a stand and help someone to see what they would do, so we all started talking about times we've been confronted with shit like that.
My one Dutch friend said when he was living in Israel, he was on a bus with like four other people, and he turned around and saw this unaccompanied suitcase just sitting on a street, so he spoke loudly asked everyone if it was theirs, and since he wasn't, he started yelling in Hebrew, "Everyone off the bus, everyone off the bus!" As soon as they did that (the bus driver pulled over and fled too), this guy who had gotten off the bus and forgotten his suitcase caught up to them, running, and as he got on the bus to get his suitcase, everyone was swearing at him.
So, I was saying how this summer when I was visiting my friend in the Peace Corps, everyone in the Peace Corps was saying that everyone, locals included, never went swimming at this one beach resort (you went to drink and tan, not swim), and that an Olympic swimmer had drowned in the waves there not too long ago, so whatever you do, go up to your waist or whatever, but never ever go further, because there's a chance you'll be dragged out to sea.
So, I was at the resort, sun-tanning, and all these French tourists like my age who had been tanning went down to the sea and were messing around, and then this one French kid starts swimming into the huge-ass waves (! - they were like 10 or 12 feet high, they were gigantic), so after thinking for two seconds, I ran down to the beach and told them in my shitty, broken French that people have died in the water and that it's forbidden to swim. As it turns out, the kid knew that, and was snotty to me, and his friends acted like I was a freak.
I hate the French.
Then, Patrice said like a few years ago, she was out on her sideporch having a smoke like at 11pm, and she looked out and across the street there was this big van pulled up and idling in her older neighbors who don't drive anymore's driveway, and the doors were open, so she called the police, since she didn't know who they were and why they would be there so late, and it turned out to be some utilities people or something like that who were there exceptionally late at night.
Also, yesterday I came in and had just started talking to her when someone called her on her cell (people are always calling her on her cell, usually for advice).
"Come on, don't you know I'm talking to a white boy," she said to whoever it was that was calling her as soon as she answered.
2) Like last week I was talking to this one (black) faculty assistant I know and she asked me what I had been up to, so I told her how I had gone to see "Madea Goes to Jail", and after we talked about it and how good Madea is -- "Did you get the moral?", she was like, "There's always a moral", and when I said it was self-reliance and forgiveness, she was like, "That's right, you got the moral" -- she asked me if I had seen any other Tyler Perry movies, and when I said no, she shook her head and was like, "You are de-prived, you are de-prived."
Also, her first reaction at her hearing that I had gone see the movie was a smile and her being like, "Ooooh, you're getting to know my culture!"
3) Like a few weeks ago when I was at the gyros lounge with my one Dutch friend after seeing a movie, and Patrice had flicked on some reality show where they put people in ethically questionable situations where they should take a stand and help someone to see what they would do, so we all started talking about times we've been confronted with shit like that.
My one Dutch friend said when he was living in Israel, he was on a bus with like four other people, and he turned around and saw this unaccompanied suitcase just sitting on a street, so he spoke loudly asked everyone if it was theirs, and since he wasn't, he started yelling in Hebrew, "Everyone off the bus, everyone off the bus!" As soon as they did that (the bus driver pulled over and fled too), this guy who had gotten off the bus and forgotten his suitcase caught up to them, running, and as he got on the bus to get his suitcase, everyone was swearing at him.
So, I was saying how this summer when I was visiting my friend in the Peace Corps, everyone in the Peace Corps was saying that everyone, locals included, never went swimming at this one beach resort (you went to drink and tan, not swim), and that an Olympic swimmer had drowned in the waves there not too long ago, so whatever you do, go up to your waist or whatever, but never ever go further, because there's a chance you'll be dragged out to sea.
So, I was at the resort, sun-tanning, and all these French tourists like my age who had been tanning went down to the sea and were messing around, and then this one French kid starts swimming into the huge-ass waves (! - they were like 10 or 12 feet high, they were gigantic), so after thinking for two seconds, I ran down to the beach and told them in my shitty, broken French that people have died in the water and that it's forbidden to swim. As it turns out, the kid knew that, and was snotty to me, and his friends acted like I was a freak.
I hate the French.
Then, Patrice said like a few years ago, she was out on her sideporch having a smoke like at 11pm, and she looked out and across the street there was this big van pulled up and idling in her older neighbors who don't drive anymore's driveway, and the doors were open, so she called the police, since she didn't know who they were and why they would be there so late, and it turned out to be some utilities people or something like that who were there exceptionally late at night.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Karaoke / Opera House tour.
On Friday I went to karaoke at the gyros lounge downtown. The place was slow, and I got to open up with the Teddy Bears's "To Know Him is to Love Him" (Phil Spector's first big hit, it's a love song inspired by the epitaph of the tombstone of his father, who committed suicide), then move on to the Captain and Tennille's "Love Will Keep Us Together" (totally in my range, did it a little sassy, but no one seemed to notice), and then I ended with the Beach Boys's "Don't Worry Baby" (had them knock it down a key or two and it worked out, a little lower and it would have been either better).
Today I went on a backstage tour of the opera house downtown with a friend, since they offer these three Sundays a year as a fundraiser. We were the only young people on the tour, and of our group of 12, like 9 people were women, so I said to my friend, "Man, I smell estrogen," and she was like, "Yes, and it's all synthetic, if you know what I mean."
Today I went on a backstage tour of the opera house downtown with a friend, since they offer these three Sundays a year as a fundraiser. We were the only young people on the tour, and of our group of 12, like 9 people were women, so I said to my friend, "Man, I smell estrogen," and she was like, "Yes, and it's all synthetic, if you know what I mean."
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