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Aug. 10th, 2004 09:18 amthere are lots of things in my life that i tend to forget.
like yesterday on my lunch break.
i went into borders. which was really cool. i bought a french poetry book. mallarme and rimbaud and some others. and it's really cool. the lines rhyme in french, but a few tend to rhyme in english too. there's one that stretches over seven pages because it's a typographical arrangement... ideological. A Throw of the Dice Never Will Abolish Chance. it's really a whole lot more philosophical and morose than that. no act, no thought will ever stop death. for sixteen bucks, this ought to be a good book.
i'm happy though. it has the actual french works in it. so, here i am, semi-translating, semi-marveling at the french.
also, if i lose twenty pounds by the end of september, i get to drive my aunt's car for two weeks. her brand new car. kikiki. and i'll get two hundred dollars if i reach that goal in five weeks. the person among my brother, my sister, my cuzzo and me who loses the most weight by november, gets more money. so, i'm on a diet starting today. and i'm gonna hold onto it too. because i need the money and i need to be thin by the time i get to england next summer. must get chosen. must get married. must never come back to louisville.
but... besides that...
yesterday. at lunch. fourth street live.
there was this guy who was singing between borders and hard rock. he was using the acoustics amazingly well. you could hear him all through fourth street live, up to the second floor and almost all the way to the hyatt, a block away. and, god, his voice was amazing. do you know the oldies song, under the boardwalk? (under the boardwalk. down by the sea. on a blanket with my baby.... under the boardwalk, under the sun. under the boardwalk, we'll be having some fun. under the boardwalk, people walking around. under the boardwalk, people falling in love...) well, when you get to 'down by the sea', there's this really high pitched note. and, coming from a guy, that's good. this guy singing was like... a baritone, with tenor possibilites. he. hit. and. held. the. note. a-maz-ing. abso-fucking-lutely amazing. it was beautiful.
and i felt kinda bad that i didn't give him any money. i've trained myself not to do it. so, here i am, knowing that guy had to be homeless, and i couldn't give him anything. and his voice was beautiful. absolutely amazingly wonderful. i wanted to cry. i wanted to take off work to hear him sing.
god... you had to be there.
like yesterday on my lunch break.
i went into borders. which was really cool. i bought a french poetry book. mallarme and rimbaud and some others. and it's really cool. the lines rhyme in french, but a few tend to rhyme in english too. there's one that stretches over seven pages because it's a typographical arrangement... ideological. A Throw of the Dice Never Will Abolish Chance. it's really a whole lot more philosophical and morose than that. no act, no thought will ever stop death. for sixteen bucks, this ought to be a good book.
i'm happy though. it has the actual french works in it. so, here i am, semi-translating, semi-marveling at the french.
also, if i lose twenty pounds by the end of september, i get to drive my aunt's car for two weeks. her brand new car. kikiki. and i'll get two hundred dollars if i reach that goal in five weeks. the person among my brother, my sister, my cuzzo and me who loses the most weight by november, gets more money. so, i'm on a diet starting today. and i'm gonna hold onto it too. because i need the money and i need to be thin by the time i get to england next summer. must get chosen. must get married. must never come back to louisville.
but... besides that...
yesterday. at lunch. fourth street live.
there was this guy who was singing between borders and hard rock. he was using the acoustics amazingly well. you could hear him all through fourth street live, up to the second floor and almost all the way to the hyatt, a block away. and, god, his voice was amazing. do you know the oldies song, under the boardwalk? (under the boardwalk. down by the sea. on a blanket with my baby.... under the boardwalk, under the sun. under the boardwalk, we'll be having some fun. under the boardwalk, people walking around. under the boardwalk, people falling in love...) well, when you get to 'down by the sea', there's this really high pitched note. and, coming from a guy, that's good. this guy singing was like... a baritone, with tenor possibilites. he. hit. and. held. the. note. a-maz-ing. abso-fucking-lutely amazing. it was beautiful.
and i felt kinda bad that i didn't give him any money. i've trained myself not to do it. so, here i am, knowing that guy had to be homeless, and i couldn't give him anything. and his voice was beautiful. absolutely amazingly wonderful. i wanted to cry. i wanted to take off work to hear him sing.
god... you had to be there.
