My window is wide open, and I can hear University Place traffic. There is an issue I want to bring up with you, which is a veneer that people sometimes put on their face and selves. The aloof veneer that possesses a certain chill that says, ‘I am so farking cool’ and things of that nature. We all did that at more than one point or another in our lives, so it is definitely something we all can relate to whether you like it or not. It wastes a lot of time and there aren’t that many things in life that can fall under the category of ‘waste of time’. We all do it unconsciously and something gets lost along the way, you dig? It is tarnished. There is a difference between thrusting yr knowledge about whatever shite yr into, in people’s faces and sharing something that really tickled yr toes. Well, he is an expert in molecular biology! Does that have any meaning to his ness, essence, or twinkle?

There are far better things to know about the people in yr life. For instance: their favourite ice cream flavor, do they appreciate the smell of legumes, would they like to dance to Soft Cell with you [Anita Cocktail, where are you?!], do they like nutella [in most cases, the answer is bien sur], did they like the Neverending Story [I can sing that song for you, if you like], will you sing Nemesis by Shriekback with me, how do you feel about healthy burritos [a question I addressed to N.G, promptly placing myself in the loony bin section of his mind], big black nemesis, parthenogenesis!, how do they take their tea? With milk? Two sugars? [one sugar, no milk fer me], do they like Turkish coffee?, do you like baby carrots, to name just a few…

I am sitting here, sorta smiling, because I am remembering the first time I heard about constellations and the Dippers. When I was a wee D., I used to go to EP’s house every day after school and she would take care of me until my mum came home. We were in her living room [all the carpet was brown], drawing pictures. I can recall every detail of the curious drawing she did. I had pointed to the strange shapes on her paper, ‘What’s that up in the sky?’ EP said, ‘That is the Big Dipper and that is the Little Dipper’. I said, ‘What are those?’ and EP told me all about the floating crockery in the sky.

When I graduated from high school, I found myself in a slightly elevated level of high school. I know when I finish my studies, I will find another veiled high school system waiting for me. I wonder what it would be like if Kurt Vonnegut was the US President [well, if you shave off a couple years.. but it is okay, because I still love him]?

I am listening to Cyndi Lauper, proudly and shamelessly, and if you have a problem with that then.. do whatever it is you do. I ate all orangey coloured things today: carrots, oranges, and tomato veggie soup. I will end this page with a story. When JG was in high school, he and all his friends used to pile into their little car and drive to their local supermarket. They would buy transient bowls, spoons and a box of whatever cereal they had desired that night. They would have a cereal picnic. Is this a geographical thing to do? Every certain area of the world has groups of teenagers performing slightly odd rituals?

another day- Today, i was on the A train and i realised that the train conductor was British. He sounded really down and depressed. It was really strange to hear, "Please stand clear of the closing doors" in an English accent. It was oddly sad. He should be saying, 'Please mind the closing doors' or 'mind the gap, please'
When i got off on 8th Street, i tried to peeked into every conductor stall of that train to see what the displaced Brit looked like, but i didn't see them all.


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