hello moon.
the man who was a butterfly house: 26 April 2002, 11:06 am.
dsl is down indefinately at my house. Sat has all sorts of ideas of how to rig up temporary solutions from one of the other ick houses nearby. i doubt any of this will happen.

but maybe..

gah. i don't really have much going on. i've been doing nothing and being all lazy this week. table is gone, which is odd. actually lots of people are disappearing. odd. a place that bleeds people. a major artery has been cut and we are wounded. it will take months to heal. four precisely. and we will stumble on in our strange mangled dance, late into the nights and every night. swaggering.

saw 'Y tu mama tambien' last night. it was a very good movie. if its around see it. it has soo much sex in it, and its funny and well done. and pretty. Mexico. i'd like to go. I have very romantic notions about mexico and south america in general. The countryside and the extreme poverty and the relatively untouched land. the pollution of underdeveloped areas populated by the extremely poor members of the population. people who are so poor they don't realize they're poor. the standard of living for poor people in the country seems so much higher, such a better quality of life, in the country than in the smack middle of cities. i'm sure there are advantages and disadvantages. but movies and cormac mccarthy books and even Jesse who is going to live in Chile and brought pictures and all back with her and stories, these all contribute. and gabriel garcia marquez and julia alvarez. yes. extended families and old old grandmothers and magic and barefeet.

then there is the bare feet and parasites and contaminated water and elephantitis (-now wait. how do you get it? cause i want to make sure to be not doing that. -drinking contaminated water in africa. -okay. check.). augh. and wormy things that multiple feet long and living in your veins and the only way to remove them is by very carefully and patiently pulling them out from a hole in your fucking skin, because if you break it, it will release its thousands and thousands of eggs into your bloodstream and then you are dead.

yeah. parasites are icky.

okay. i've been eating poorly and being a general big lump of late. it is a shiny day out, i will go walking this afternoon and walk and walk. i will also finally be responsible and call my parents and mail letters.

i will also clean and rearrange my room. honest now. i wish i had regular blinds.

ayh. i'm rambly lately.

new music: manu chao. ekova. sigur ros. mogwai.

yes.

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