Wednesday August 25 2010

DREAM: It’s nighttime—in the parking lot watching Kal park his car—his window down. He’s making jokes comparing his car to a bus and talking about bus schedules. We’re supposed to be going inside somewhere to meet some girl. ☼ Inside one of the downstairs rooms of Freedom Fellowship, the church I used to go to. With a bunch of other people, maybe musicians. Chris and Kal want me to show everyone the new songs we’ve been working on, specifically the song with the really cool bridge/disco beat. I pick up someone else’s guitar and start to play but the neck keeps bending up in a weird way. The guy that owns the guitar says it’s normal for him and he likes the sound of it. He tries to fix it for me. But I give up.

3:23 p.m. waking up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Immune Defense.

Getting frustrated with dishes disappearing into my roommate’s rooms for days on end.

Tyler drops by to give the house some computer speakers. He tells me a story when he was in Japan and his sensai gave him a few scars on his hands from a sword.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea. Peach.

MUSICPLAYER practice at the storage unit.

Kal thought his bass was stolen before he got there, but found out later his roommate had moved it while cleaning.

At the house with Kal and Chris. Wesley and Emily show up. They’re talking about the mosque being built near Ground Zero.

Baking more Blackberry Cobbler.

Kal is a virgin to Ambrotious’s violent behavior.

Dinner: Udon Noodles with Vegetables. Blackberry Cobbler. Milk.

After explaining to Emily that Cobbler probably isn’t a healthy thing, she says, “Robert, always reigning on my parade.”

Wesley is describing his teachers at TCC and their personality—he does really funny impersonations of them.

Unreal with Art.

At the storage unit—testing out different mikes to record acoustic guitar. It’s tedious dealing with the acoustic guitar and taming the tone and buzziness of the strings.

It’s 4 a.m. Emily’s leaving for work as I arrive home from the unit.

Eating a Scrambled Egg with Garlic Naan Bread. Maraschino Cherries.

On Skype chatting with Verity and her friend Poodles, whose birthday is a day before mine. They’re planning out their adventures when they come to America.

In Australia, moonwalks are called jumping castles.

Me: “Just play Tetris. If you get really good at Tetris, you’ll be really good at consolidating.”


Watching this offbeat romantic comedy called Good Dick.

Sleep around 7 a.m.

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