DREAM: Holed up in a minivan with a very attractive girl that looks like Julia Stiles or is. Someone else was here but exited leaving just her and I. We’re both naked now and the fire/desire is strong. She’s on top of me. I stop.
“Hey. I have a condom. If that’s okay.”
She seems jolted out of reality and pulls off me. She begins to cry uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry…”
I try to comfort her.
“What is it?”
She won’t speak but continues to sob. I sense some inner sexual turmoil.
“It’s fine. We don’t have to do this.”
Waking up sometime around 1:30 p.m.
A bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Cleaning my room—vacuuming.
Errands—groceries—bank.
Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Blue and Yukon Gold Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Watching Blue Valentine [2010].
Hot Yoga session…“Tension is the body’s way of holding onto the past…”
Figs.
Out on the back porch of a house on 22nd street with Amanda, Stephanie, and a friend of theirs, Nicole. Sharing a few Mickey’s. Getting into an extensive discussion on what’s happening with Occupy Wall Street, and the goals, the action, the outcome. What’s next? Education is the key. What can we do here in our city and in our current state of affairs before we get stuck and become slaves to survival? Community. Lifestyle. Localizing. Whether or not dramatic change will take place because of the Wall Street occupation, there is at least an awareness and gathering of like-minded people with the same ideas. And nothing is going to really change until we do something different individually…here. Corporations aren’t holy. Support local. Do your research on companies before you give them your dollars. Live frugally. This talk is inspiring. We touch on so many ideas. Making bigger plans for the Show N Tells that we’re reviving….
Inspiration has a sneaky way of making all the drama in your life lose its significance and power. I think I found my new cause.
http://www.deathandtaxesmag.com/129183/occupy-wall-street-on-september-17th/
Dinner: Cod Fillets. Rice. Broccoli.
Finishing Blue Valentine [2010]. Wow. Such raw honesty on the process of a real relationship. This is really a superb film in all aspects including acting, story, and atmosphere. And Grizzly Bear does the soundtrack.
Night run. Sticking to the service roads. No cars anywhere in sight. A rerun playlist on my ipod—the songs still stir up a soup in my heart. The Lutheran church’s marquee says, “We Are Christ’s Hands And Voice In The World”.
Milk.
Sleep 4:24 a.m.
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