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DREAM: A man walks into a bedroom with a gun pointing at a guy with thick black glasses and full brown hair who’s sitting at a computer. I’m observing all this from a distance. I’m supposed to be the guy at the computer. All of sudden, my perspective is the point of view of the man with the gun. He turns to the left and then to the right where the guy with glasses is sitting with a girl on the other side of the room. I start to imagine what it would feel like to get shot with a gun – the pain of being shot in the chest. I have to make a choice to volunteer to get shot instead of the girl. Flashbacks to a scene on a bus with a lot of people – the same guy walks in wanting to shoot someone. I’m hiding in the back. I have to make a decision whether to get shot or cower down and let somebody else get shot.
2:20 p.m. I get out of bed.
Breakfast: Egg and Cheese Burrito. Apple Butter Toast. Orange Mango Juice. Zinc and Alfalfa.
I sell a chair to a veteran local that does professional photography. He has photos in a few different travel magazines. He tells Josiah, Rocky, and I about his 9/11 experience on a roof. He shows us a photo he took before the second plane hit. He also tells us about a band he used to be a part of in Virginia Beach called Krocadile Tears. He comments on 1623 and tells us of a similar pad he used to live in on 24th street when he was younger that turned into a squatting house and eventually into apartment or condo housing.
I go to Big Lots, CHKD Thrift Store, and Target.
Lunch: Toasted Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly. Baked Lay’s. Blueberries and Yogurt. Green Tea.
As I’m cleaning the dishes, Phil parades through the door announcing something about The Spanish Inquisition. He had been gone for a little more than a week and now the prodigal son returns home.
Travel talk.
Some thoughts from Phil: The left brain is artificing itself into machines – We now have more opportunity to use our right brain – Our individual vocabulary is growing smaller because of our dependency on machines doing our communication for us – A battle between left and right.
Phil: “Well I just got out of the shower and I’ve come to some conclusions on things.”
I catch up with my Mom on the phone.
“i read a lot, and imitate as practice. But as the Tropicalists would say, we are all cultural cannibals. we eat up the works of others, digest, and in the consummation we end up with something completely new -- painted by what we know, but not the same as our influences (Oswald de Andrade "Manifesto Antropofago").”
- taken from Renee’s formspring.
Stretching. Exercising. Apocalypse Now (1979).
Dinner: Sinigang Rice Dish with Onions, Peppers, Mushrooms, and Shrimp. String Beans. Garlic Bread.
Iced Coffee with Tapioca Pearls and Soymilk.
A few hours at the storage unit writing, playing, and having a good time with music.
Zinfandel.
Sleep around 6 a.m.
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