Thursday August 30 2012


Getting up at 12:22 p.m.

Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Plums. Orange Juice. Zinc (50 mg).

Catching up on writing and business.

Jessa Potter and Jordan are baking a cake downstairs; the delicious sweet odors of coconut cake fill the air.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Oolong Tea.

Watching The Snowtown Murders (2011).

Enjoying a slice of Jessa’s Coconut Cream Cake with Coconut Water.


Organizing things at the storage unit.

Leftover Shrimp Sinigang with Mixed Vegetables and Rice.

Ken and I plan an impromptu screening of In Passing (2012) at the house. This is the film he directed, all set in Norfolk and Virginia Beach, and with a cast of almost everybody we know in our community of friends. I play a small role in the attic of my old house, 1623.

We’ve gathered an audience that includes myself, Ken, William Clark, Kevin, and Sierra. Enjoying some more of Jessa’s Coconut Cream Cake with Milk while we watch the movie. It’s been at least a whole year since the film was being shot. The style is supposed to be mumblecore, a low-energy drama. It’s really cool to see all our friends make appearances. After the showing somebody brings up the amateur movie Kevin made when he was young: The Lone Survivor. I find the only VHS copy hidden in the bookshelf and put it on. It’s basically just five minutes of a prepubescent Kevin Moore cast as himself, the only survivor after a plane crash. It’s a laugh riot. 

Darren left for a few days and asked me to feed Jupiter while he was gone. I pop into his bedroom. Jupiter reveals his wide-eyed face. I sit down on the black futon couch and he immediately jumps up to nuzzle and kiss me. I purr back at him while he rubs his face into my beard. 

Me: “I don’t care what Darren says. You’re the sweetest cat.”

He migrates to the floor brushing up against my legs. I love the feeling of his fur. It’s so calming and hypnotizing. I just sit there for a few minutes. He needed some human interaction.

Learning some Russian.

Plums and a Peach.

Sleep 4-ish a.m.

[i] Graphic by Ken Nishimoto.

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