Monday September 13 2010

DREAM: A story with many characters. A sweet black woman with a beautiful unselfish heart to protect her son. Bombarded with an evil disturbance. Scanning through a book of paintings by an artist I know that resemble Salvador Dalí. One stands out to me. Analyzing the painting. It takes up two pages: A panoramic view of a cave-like room—brown and red dirt. To the left are two men’s naked torsos built into the wall of an opening causing water to flow across the cavern. Just next to the center are more torsos of humans or some strange warped version of them. To the right, two women built into the wall of an opening where the water escapes. One is lying down and the other is standing over her. All of it has that abstract dream-like Dalí tone. I’m really fascinated by this picture and it’s meaning to me. I continue looking at it for a long time.

3 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Black Tea with Honey. Grapes.

Jamil, Roma, and Anna have off from work today.

Doing head stands with Anna in the living room.

Eating Grilled Cheese Sandwiches with Jamil and Anna—dancing on Recording a silly music video—purple hair wig, yellow construction hat, and water jug.

Performing a solo show at the house with Paleo, Seamonster, Benji/Ashley, and Lo.La.

More faces than expected, some new, maybe 50 people. Great music and drinking.

Eating leftover DiGiorno Pizza. Sharing a slice with Todd.

An attack between two mother birds almost arises.

Lo.La begins the royal rumpus—lush and noisy—taking a small amount of us into another dimension.

Anna and Vova leave for New York.

Margot is upset that one of her best friends will not talk to her. I comfort her the best I can but the mother bird attack just made it worse. Hostility has never seemed to work in anyone’s favor. Communication. Communication. Communication. Seeing a friendship in shambles is a shame, especially when it’s caused from a lack of communication skills. Be strong, friends. Be strong. Please love each other. Because I love you.

Proverbs 16:23 “A wise person's heart controls his speech, and what he says helps others learn.”

She’d sent me a nice text yesterday and I was reminded of it…

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. You are so good to me. Thanks for listening to my rants and calming me down <3”

Everyone’s finally left. It’s not too late.

Art asks me to make him a grilled cheese. Eating a bowl of Crisp Rice Cereal with Brown Sugar and talking with him. He tells me about how he used to spend his summers in a village where everyone would eat off the land, fresh eggs, fresh milk—picking mushrooms in the forest.

Talking with David of Paleo a little bit about his recent record deal with Partisan Records before he asks for earplugs and heads off to sleep.

Posting the photos from the show.

Shooting some hoops on the courts.

Eating a toasted Peanut Butter Sandwich and a hard-boiled Egg.

Reading the DOOM novel.

Sleep around 7 a.m.

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