Again with the not posting. I wish I could conjure up that obsessiveness I had in high school, which prompted me to update my blog several times a week, sometimes even several times a day. And these days, sometimes I'll sit down at a computer to write, and then read it over and think, "UGH, no one wants to read this self-indulgent erotica!" and click PRIVATE POST. So I guess I'm also wishing for the same ingenuous bluntness (maybe the word should be shamelessness but I can't honestly claim to have ever had that) that I used to have as well.
I'm in Canada for a few days, visiting Richard Hell in St. Catherine's. It's been a good time so far. Jen and I spent a few evenings cutting up magazines and making RH-themed collages on a small cardboard gift box, which he was pleased to receive. He seems to keep worrying, and apologizing for being busy with classes and grading his students' papers instead of spending all day having adventures, not realizing that I'm happy to just be here for a short time no matter what we do. It was really nice to wake up this morning and spend a few hours plowing through 130 pages of You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers while he sprawled out asleep beside me. Last night we went out with some of his friends in the Brock philosophy grad department. I wanted to go out and see the Leonids meteor shower but was unable to extricate Richard Hell from the bar. Still a great time though. I really like his social circle, and am happy to see that he's found a new group for himself in Canada.
As for everything else now, let me just say that I am happy. Very pleased with everything, with all the people I have in my life to play with (Jeff Whitney Reuben oh gosh juggling is so fun) and with all the concerts I've been going to (OMG Mountain Goats in 9 days! And two of the people I'm dating, J & W, will be there which could be odd but I don't think it will be) and baking cakes and cookies for my favorite rock stars and not drinking but still spending lots of time in bars with the people I love and the books people gave me for my birthday which I'm slowly getting through and slowly making myself prepare for going back to India. And Ashley Calvetti is back in my life again, which is strange but nice. After she hung up the phone a year and a half ago I had honestly thought that I'd never hear from her again. Why contact me now after you were so angry, I asked. Because her therapist told her to reconnect with old friends again. Which is a good answer but it still seems mysterious to me.
Signing out for now, Richard Hell and I are about to grab a late lunch at a nearby Indian restaurant.
I'm in Canada for a few days, visiting Richard Hell in St. Catherine's. It's been a good time so far. Jen and I spent a few evenings cutting up magazines and making RH-themed collages on a small cardboard gift box, which he was pleased to receive. He seems to keep worrying, and apologizing for being busy with classes and grading his students' papers instead of spending all day having adventures, not realizing that I'm happy to just be here for a short time no matter what we do. It was really nice to wake up this morning and spend a few hours plowing through 130 pages of You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers while he sprawled out asleep beside me. Last night we went out with some of his friends in the Brock philosophy grad department. I wanted to go out and see the Leonids meteor shower but was unable to extricate Richard Hell from the bar. Still a great time though. I really like his social circle, and am happy to see that he's found a new group for himself in Canada.
As for everything else now, let me just say that I am happy. Very pleased with everything, with all the people I have in my life to play with (Jeff Whitney Reuben oh gosh juggling is so fun) and with all the concerts I've been going to (OMG Mountain Goats in 9 days! And two of the people I'm dating, J & W, will be there which could be odd but I don't think it will be) and baking cakes and cookies for my favorite rock stars and not drinking but still spending lots of time in bars with the people I love and the books people gave me for my birthday which I'm slowly getting through and slowly making myself prepare for going back to India. And Ashley Calvetti is back in my life again, which is strange but nice. After she hung up the phone a year and a half ago I had honestly thought that I'd never hear from her again. Why contact me now after you were so angry, I asked. Because her therapist told her to reconnect with old friends again. Which is a good answer but it still seems mysterious to me.
Signing out for now, Richard Hell and I are about to grab a late lunch at a nearby Indian restaurant.
Current Mood:
full
Current Music: The World Loves Us And Is Our Bitch, by McLusky
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