Tuesday September 25 2012


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Talking with a friend about a legend that supposedly happened not too long ago where a man was digging a hole in the ground and didn’t stop digging until he reached the ocean nearby; he lost oxygen while living so deep underground and started to become delirious, believing he could shoot out into the ocean in a star-like explosion and transcend himself into another dimension. He ended up dying, but the people still wonder if he actually achieved what he believed.  

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Waking up around 12:30 p.m.

Orange Juice. Pear.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Tears of the Sun (2003).

Getting lost on the internet.


Learning Russian.

Solo basketball time at the Mill Dam courts.

Salmon with Peppers, Onions, Kale, Carrots, and Pasta.

Watching Freedom Writers (2007).

I find myself emotionally engaged in the films I’ve been watching today, more than usual. I’m tense. Certain moments grip me with intensity; I am my mother’s son. She taught me to be sensitive to matters of the heart.

Packed and ready to go. I get Darren to hitch me a ride to the China Bus by Town Center. On the way there he and I talk about our recent thoughts on past times during other stages in life. He uses the term deep like it’s going out of style but sometimes that’s as descriptive as it can go.


Sitting on the bus now waiting to take off – the travelers piling on board. The anticipation is high to join up with Aysena. She’ll be in New York until Monday. I can’t wait to see her pleasant and adoring face for the next few days.


I listen to the scattered bits of Chinese near the front, a language I’m familiar hearing from working at China Wok; it always sounds so cryptic in it’s delivery but I’m sure the topics are mundane, at least that’s how it seems. I’m lulled to sleep by it’s soft monotony.

[i] Viva 'Crystal' Directed By Ash Bolland.

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