Went out and saw Kill Bill 2 the other night with my new friend R. Really enjoyed it, much more than part 1. My big complaint with 1 was that there wasn't enough dialouge. 2 is chock full of it. I wish they had been released as a single film. Look forward to somewhere screening them back to back.
After the film I hung out with R into the wee hours of the morning. She is both bright and beautiful. Well read, quick wit (gets me every time). Enchanting really.
Under other circumstances, I would pursue R to the ends of my patience (or more likely hers). However, her heart belongs to another. I've been down that particular road before, and it's bound to get ugly for at least one of the three involved, probably all of them. Don't want to fuck around with that sort of thing. Bad form, bad karma, whatever. Better to pursue someone who is available.
As it is, I'm hoping to get to be great friends with R. Feel like I am slowly progressing with my goal of forming a circle of friends whose interests and disposition synch up with my own. See, my last group of friends was made up of people who worked in software development. Engineers and project managers mostly. Smart, interesting, great people who simply were not on the same page, or at least not on my page.
Now I feel like I need friends who would never get upset because a film has subtitles or was shot in black and white. Those who are likely to spend a Sunday afternoon in a museum without the slightest concern about whatever televised sporting event they may be missing. Those who require some form of creative outlet, preferably one that does not involve a Renaissance fair. Those who read books on a regular basis, and like to talk about said books. Those who like taking pictures, or are at least willing to put up with my compulsive photography. Those who both snicker at the double entendre of S.K. Rykoff's slogan, "Enjoy life, eat out more often" AND tend to think that, when taken literally, it's a pretty good idea.
OK, enough with that.
After the film I hung out with R into the wee hours of the morning. She is both bright and beautiful. Well read, quick wit (gets me every time). Enchanting really.
Under other circumstances, I would pursue R to the ends of my patience (or more likely hers). However, her heart belongs to another. I've been down that particular road before, and it's bound to get ugly for at least one of the three involved, probably all of them. Don't want to fuck around with that sort of thing. Bad form, bad karma, whatever. Better to pursue someone who is available.
As it is, I'm hoping to get to be great friends with R. Feel like I am slowly progressing with my goal of forming a circle of friends whose interests and disposition synch up with my own. See, my last group of friends was made up of people who worked in software development. Engineers and project managers mostly. Smart, interesting, great people who simply were not on the same page, or at least not on my page.
Now I feel like I need friends who would never get upset because a film has subtitles or was shot in black and white. Those who are likely to spend a Sunday afternoon in a museum without the slightest concern about whatever televised sporting event they may be missing. Those who require some form of creative outlet, preferably one that does not involve a Renaissance fair. Those who read books on a regular basis, and like to talk about said books. Those who like taking pictures, or are at least willing to put up with my compulsive photography. Those who both snicker at the double entendre of S.K. Rykoff's slogan, "Enjoy life, eat out more often" AND tend to think that, when taken literally, it's a pretty good idea.
OK, enough with that.
Oh goodness. Firstly noyou are certainly no 2nd stage sideshowthe words, my words and musings, I guess thats what Id meant was circus-like. Creating ornate contraptions and Lego sets with lots of text, with all my musing and little to no action. Thats what I meant.
You? Freakish? Hardly. Beat, though, in my eyes. Beatnik blood. Sometimes people called the Beats freaks. Labels just plain suck sometimes.
Advocating devilish thought
Your feedback is important. To me. No grains of salt in them. Grains of truth? Yes. I see benevolence in them.
Ah hellreduction curechanging of habits. Well, that ideas a good one. I had a nebulous plan Id just stop someday. That idea was practical
Pure authenticity? Its a goal, I suppose. In my estimation. We are always conflicted and hypocritical on some level, yeah. But I guess my idea of being authentic is sharing as much truth as you know in the moment, whether you reveal that to yourself or to others. There are no angels and saints walking around here, I know this, Darlin.
Ill see about that Tennessee Williams piece.
Well, humans kind of groove on importunity it seems. Asking asking asking for this, that, needing the I wants to be checked off. It seems that way. Even if its not conscious. Lots of people enjoy being miserabletelling themselves they dont. At least I have been told before, If you really didnt enjoy it you would change itfind a way to change it regarding various things or ideas. Maybe that is too short sighted.
Thats the point exactly. Getting everything we want we realize some of it is faux happinessthat we didnt want this or that all along, and then we go out and carve new desires. I think I agree therewe are desire-driven kids.
Mkay. Im listeningalthough a pimp slap might not be such a bad thingit would depend on where the slap was directedhow oftenhow vehementlyhowwhat was I typing?
Why trite, B? Why not honest. Why not refreshingly frank? How might the mood go un-foul? Would you like it to? Would that I could if I could do it for myself, at any point in time, sure then, for you, and that one there, and that one, over thereetc. You use that phrase sometimes and it always makes me wish for something better for you. Sometimes though, these things serve a purpose. And we just sit with them and get through them. I always appreciate the humor and (amazing!) lightness you exude through it all. You do see this too, yeah?
As for bitter, sweetI agree with you. I had a yummy drink last night. Suggest something, I said to the delicious Bostonian barboy. He offered to create a drink on the spot. Asked, do you like this thing, or taste? This kind of feeling, that? all I asked for was sweetness. Fruit? says he. Okay.
He made this lab-green concoction. I sipped. Actually, he wound up throwing in quite a bit of sour, and I still thought it was delicious. As is par for the course for me, I gulped it down, savored the taste, and then told him whythat it has a completely delicious mix of the bitter and the sweetand that it was unexpected, a lovely surprise.