Wednesday October 5 2011

Waking up at 11:37 a.m. At around 7 in the morning I remember hearing a pop noise just outside my window. We only have power in certain parts of the house. Calling the Dominion Power and the Chanticleer offices. Attempting to fall back asleep but my mom calls…talking to her for 30 minutes on the state of things…she got a new job.

Banana. Brown Rice Green Tea.


Peanut Butter Bagel. Blue and Yukon Gold Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.

At Stephanie’s house rehearsing with The Vaginasaurs—banging on the drums—working out songs—doing a Misfits cover.

The power is completely out at the house and isn’t projected to come on until noon the next day. Apparently, the Dominion Power guy said there was so much corrosion inside the electrical box out back that it could’ve started a fire…and so we’re forced to rough it.


I head over to Nicole’s place to bum some internet and bring over perishables to keep cold. She cooks up a one-dish meal using some vegetables I brought.

Talks on the porch—it smells like campfire—discussing her cultural discoveries in Alaska, the effects of writing this blog and people’s perspectives on my nature, the mystery, the intentional shadows, the openness…

Darren and Kevin show up after a dinner session at Baja’s.

Kevin: “I’m gonna hold my breath until Occupy Wall Street is over!”

He takes a deep breath and his cheeks fill with air.

Me: “You’re not gonna make it.”

He continues with determination, “You’ll see!”

It’s Art’s birthday and he’s having a get-together at his apartment off Harper’s Road…there’s a Russian Roulette spinner as soon you walk in…beer pong…good cheery chill atmosphere…performing a few songs on guitar with Anthony on the harmonica (Art insisted there be music)—the Barry Polisar “All I want Is You” song and Weezer is appropriate…someone else plays a Russian folk song reminiscent to kumbaya.

With Darren and Anthony at Nicole’s place again—she’s our haven from a pitch black 1435.

Chocolate Chip Cookies and Milk.

Me: “It’s okay to consider Darren as a rhetorical figure in your life.”

Darren: “I think the inevitability of the end is what gives importance to a lot of things. If you knew that there was an infinite amount of time to achieve an infinite amount of possibilities you wouldn’t worry the sweat off your back.”

Darren: “Being a product of the American boredom, that death is just a lie…Death is either the after life or it’s nothing.”

Sleep sometime before 5 a.m.

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