Tuesday November 19 2013

Snowflake. Alexey Kljatov.[i]

Waking up at 1 p.m.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.

Errands. Visiting the Pick-n-Pull on Sykes Avenue. Found a new sun visor and medallion for my car. Groceries.

Mixed Nuts with Raisins. Edamame Cracker Thins with Hummus. Banana. Honey Black Tea.

Watching Only God Forgives (2013).

At the Rec Center for basketball. Today feels a little more positive. My game play is slowly improving. Other players notice.

Basketball at the Rec (Nov 19 2013)[ii]

Honey Crisp Apple.

Shrimp Tempura. Leftover Greens, Brown Rice, and Lentils.

Finishing Only God Forgives (2013).

I get a text from Ana that she wants to stop by cause she'll be in the area. Here we share stories and thoughts of the day. I have her sit next to me on a stool by the computer. I show her a bunch of articles and Youtube videos, one about a Polish guy that built a "viola organista", an instrument that combines a harpsichord and a cello performing at the same time; Leonardo da Vinci drew up ideas for this invention 500 years ago but it never got built until now. Looking at macro photos of snowflakes. Then, a video of a physicist that studies snowflakes.

"It's not just water in motion that shows invisible beauty. When temperatures drop and water goes from being a liquid to a solid it takes on dazzling forms..."

We're both equally fascinated by the phenomenon of snow and can't understand how something so perfectly formed and symmetrical can be made intentionally by nature.


I lay my head down next to her and she comments, "You're so warm. You're so warm, like, I don't understand. Why are you so warm?"

Me: "Cause I like to be warm."


She comments on the functionality of particular things in my room.

Ana: "So everything has a purpose in your room."

Me: "Yeah everything always has a purpose. That's how I like to live my life...with purpose."

She mentioned wanting to talk about something in person yesterday and of course now she doesn't feel the need to. Once again I'm left alone in the dark on her personal thoughts. Playfully, I press the issue and link my finger around the belt loop of her jeans threatening to give her a wedgie unless she agrees to tell me.

Me: "Are you gonna talk? C'mon! Are you gonna talk? I'm gonna give you a wedgie if you don't."

She resists in a laughing manner.


I grab three clementines and attempt to juggle them for a while. Then, I show her the small six-pack that's been forming on my belly recently because of all the working out I've been doing.

Me: "Feel that. I'm like turning into a ninja turtle!"

Ana: "Well that's a nice accomplishment."

Commotion and interaction with Kevin in the hallway.

Chocolate Coconut Water.

Ana sends me some after-texts...

"Thank you for letting me stop by, sharing the videos, juggling, showing me your hardrocksixpackabdominals, playing the allegro in d in a minor scale on the organ piano, letting me nourish my tummy with that banana, walking me to my car, and being so patient towards me. No one has ever been so patient towards me like the way you have. You are warm internally and externally! I really can feel this warm energy coming from you. You are the sweetest. Thank you. I really like you. You are always reassuring to me why I like you so much. < 3"

Sleep at a late hour.

[i] Snowflake. Alexey Kljatov.

[ii] Image by me.

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