Sunday January 31 2010

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I wake up around 12:30pm.


Dream: We’re having some kind of show at the house, but the house is much bigger with more rooms and it’s unfamiliar to me. As I’m sitting on the back porch there are neighbors standing outside in their backyard with puzzled looks on their faces. I assume it’s because of all the loud music going on inside our house. The music I hear is of some hardcore band and I can distinctly remember what it sounds like. I step inside the house through the back porch door and walk a long route to the living room. On the way I see two pianos in a room. I remind myself I need to tweak and play them sometime soon. I go in the living room and it’s enormous, almost like a small concert hall. I sit with a few friends on the couches. There aren’t a lot of people there. A DJ is directing the show claiming it is Show N Tell night, which I didn’t understand because we just had Show N Tell the night before. A pop rock band starts playing and they didn’t sound good. I remember seeing them in another dream and not liking them. Ashley Byrne tries to sit down next to me. I offer her a seat next to a friend behind me. I tell her, “He matches you better because he’s from The Philippines.”


I make hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon for breakfast with Orange Juice and Zinc and Vitamin E.


We had a Snow Day Lock-In last night and a lot of people slept over along with my parents.


Lunch: toasted Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwich with Baked Lay’s and Honey Green Tea.


My parents have to catch a plane around 4pm. So I see them off.


Work at China Wok: While I’m waiting for orders to deliver a black lady with mismatched shoes sits down to eat in the restaurant. I’ve seen her a few times before. She orders chicken wings with chicken-fried rice. While eating she calls her granddaughters on the phone: “Hello?”…“Hellooo?”…“Where your sista at?”…“Why dontcha talk to your grandmama?”…“I’m eatin’ Chinese food”…“I luyoo grandma!”…“I luyoo too”…


Bad Weather = Good Tips.


Dinner: Vegetable Lo Mein.


The moon, big and bright, startles me as I’m driving.


A few warm Sour Dough Rolls with Butter.


I apologize for my inability to be inviting and fun. I really could act happier that you’re here. I could show more interest. I could be more humble and less selfish.


Coffee and Brownies.


NBA Jam with Art.


These questions cycle through my head: How private should privacy be? Is it necessary to be completely open with the public and with friends? Should some things be kept secret? Does everyone need to know all the details? What would total uninhibited honesty do to such a cryptic and cagey society?




[i] China Wok OPEN. Image by me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you really shouldn't act like you're so intelligent