Saturday October 5 2013

Behind Jewma (October 5 2013)[i]

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In a recording studio with Dave Grohl. He's being sort of uncommunicative and elusive. I'm not even sure if I'm supposed to be here. I take a restroom break and discover something wrong with the toilet. It's utterly disgusting – dirty toilet water dripping down the sides and into crevices in the floor. It's a foul scene.

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Waking up around 12:30 p.m.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Brown Sugar, Banana, and Milk.

Breaking Bad. Research.

Peanut Butter Toast with Celery and Honey Blueberry Green Tea.

Painting my clay flowerpot for the cactus I bought yesterday.

At the neighborhood gym running a few miles.

Fuji Apple.

At The Jewish Mother in Hilltop for the [re]create art show in conjunction with a suicide/depression awareness program. This place is like Virginia Beach's NorVa. Ladada is scheduled to play. It'll be our first performance with this project. While Logan Vath serenades everyone I analyze the collection of artwork on display, most everything is superior work. Calum, Josiah, and I get up there to perform; it runs smoothly for the most part except for the newer songs we haven't really structured yet. I grab a few Coors Light from the green room and sit down at a table with Ana, Leisa, Calum, Josiah, Bianca, Stephanie (she just got back from a 40-day adventure in Norway), and some dude with big hair and a big smile. The headlining band, The Gloom, pumps out yelling kind of melodic horror punk but without the horror fashion; their onstage antics are a little cheeky. The guy on the synthesizer also has a theremin. Whenever he uses it he puts on a maniacal face. Meanwhile, Ana and I split Tuna Lettuce Wraps with Pita/Bagel Chips and Guacamole. After all the bands they set up four canvases on stage and delegate two artists per canvas, having them switch sides every ten minutes to collaborate on the picture.

Jewma [re]create art show (Oct 5 2013)

Jewma [re]create art show (Oct 5 2013)

Back home. With Ana doing a few chores including taking out the trash and repotting the cactus. She mentions how strange it is that her period is synced with a lot of her girlfriends.

In one moment I embrace her while she takes off a layer of clothes. She accepts it. I reach my hand down her backside but she lightly moves my hand away.

Me: "What? I like to caress my hands on your curves."

She responds with something about not having enough curves.

Me: "Oh yes! You definitely have curves. At least you don't have curbs. Nobody likes those."

Sipping on Cinnamon Tea.

Sleep at 3:11 a.m.

[i] All images by me.

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