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I’m delegated to be a spy. While doing research on the
computer I notice spider exoskeletons clumped up together in the corner behind
the desk. I blow in their direction to make sure they aren’t alive.
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Waking up just before 2 p.m.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
Dropping off my car at Lee Papa’s to get a new radiator
support installed.
Taking care of adult things.
Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar
Chips. Honey Green Tea.
I got invited to this little Christmas reunion of a few
people from my old church. I used to be a part of this music-discipleship
program called Master’s Commission in 2006. It’s probably been at least 4 years
since I’ve seen any of them. It’s over at The Capo’s house. Even though it’s drizzling
a little bit we gather around a fire pit. Loren Barton tells me about all the
awesome things him and his wife, Felicia, have been doing in Nashville trying
to tap into the music industry. Felicia has a stellar voice and was on American
Idol some time ago. It’s inspiring to see others escalating their dreams in the
music world. Anytime I talk to someone who’s just one more step higher it
revitalizes my motivation. I don’t just want to be a dreamer. I want to live in
the dream!
Spaghetti with Onions, Green Peppers, Mushrooms, and
Puttanesca Sauce. Salad and Garlic Bread.
Watching Leviathan (1989).
Anthony just scored an interesting job doing a few write-ups
for Splash, a local magazine that covers bars, clubs, and venues in the area.
He enters my room asking to borrow my camera and digital recorder. Tomorrow
he’s got an interview with the owner of Thumbs. He mocks the personality of the
guy’s voice.
Me: “That’s how you sound after you’ve lived here too long.
Imagine us thirty years from now. That’s how we’ll sound.”
Anthony: “Excuse for time travel #242: to not end up talking
like those guys.”
Lately, we’ve been on this kick of establishing reasons to
time travel.
The internet world is filled to the brim with
end-of-the-world comments and commentary. Many years ago the Mayans wrote up a
calendar that concluded time on December 21 of this year. A number of people
have predicted this to mean the end of the world. It’s 1:13 a.m. and I’m still
sitting in my computer chair like any other night.
Suddenly I’m aroused to make something. I gather up these
old toll/gas receipts from a Tokyo tour to which all of them have become
discolored and sparkly. Putting on some music and spending a few hours
designing a collage.
Sleep 5 a.m.
[i] What’s the
Bloody Meaning? Mixed Media Collage by me.
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