Friday July 30 2010

DREAM: In a movie reminiscent to Birds. Tom Berenger from the Sniper movies is there with me. He starts rubbing motor oil all over his body because it washes out the fleshy scent the birds are attracted to. One by one the birds flock over to us. Somehow they’re not interested in me, maybe because I’m more of a bystander. The oil is working; the birds aren’t biting as much. We’re on the beach, and I see a man, who I know is supposed to die in the movie, but I make sure we save him before the birds kill him. Getting closer, his body is halfway buried in the sand; his eyes look zombie-like (I guess because he’s close to death); flesh wounds and punctures all over his arms and face. He seems out of it like he’s about to pass out. Berenger and I pull him out of the sand and run into the car where it’s safe. ☼☼☼☼☼ Practicing music in a storage unit. Trying to use this guitar pedal that transforms the sound into a piano sound. The pedal doesn’t seem to be working properly. But I can hear the tremolo and vibrato effects.

Around 2:35 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Organizing at the storage unit.

Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.

Josiah and I go to Kmart to retrieve a chocolate cheesecake for Rocky’s surprise b-day tonight. A black lady is in front of us checking out a cartload of items even though it clearly states “Express Check-out Line 8 Items or Less”. The line begins to get backed up. She’s on the phone at the same time as she’s having problems with her card running through. She’s obviously oblivious to her actions, completely unaffected by the impatient customers behind her. I’m not as much annoyed by it as I am amused.

At home, building a cupboard out of a box for the extra food Rocky brought over.

Eating Mango, Plum, and Strawberries.

Meeting with Chris Cloud in my room – discussing more ideas and footage for the Tokyo DVD.

1623 presents: The American Circus of Chaos (or rather SHOW N TELL NIGHT).

The numbers are great. The entertainment galore. The beautiful moments are beautiful.

Eating Pad Thai Noodles with Broccoli and Kidney Beans. Drinking a few beers.

Surprising Rocky for her birthday with the chocolate cheesecake; a very happy moment.

A violent dispute in the hallway ensues between roommates, chicken nuggets and red Sonic slush tossed to the floor; a complete drunken rage. In the mean time, there is singing and dancing and music and joy in the next room over. And on the porch, smoker’s conversation and liquid chill. The chaotic scene is legitimate enough to charge people a dollar and allow them to stroll through it all as if this was a fun house at a carnival.

People are helpful and offer to clean up.

Later, steaming up the backseat of her car despite my tiredness.

Relaxing in my room, recapping the night, looking at photos.

Sleep around 5:30 a.m.

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