Tuesday December 7 2010

DREAM: Sitting just outside the front door of an apartment with two girls, 20-somethings, very pretty. We just met. I got connected with them from a recent gathering we just came back from. One of them is smoking a cigarette, which I find out is actually a clove. She offers it to me. I accept. I inhale it with vigor. “Ahhh. This is nice…” The moment was perfect as we could hear the stillness of the night, see the twinkle of the stars, and feel a light breeze. We get up and walk down the street. I take off ahead of them and become some form of a ghost, kind of floating in mid-air, twirling and somersaulting in the darkness—preparing to scare them. ☼☼☼ In a gymnasium—some kind of youth event or lock-in. There’s basketballs everywhere but no one is playing with them. Confused by this, I pick up a ball and encourage a few others to shoot with me. All the balls seem significantly bigger than usual and heavier. “These balls are a lot heavier,” I announce. Despite, I shoot a few three-point shots that bounce around the rim but eventually fall into the net. There’s a numerous amount of kids now crowding the courts making it very difficult to retrieve a ball. Every time a ball goes up in the air someone else takes it. Getting frustrated, I make my way over to the sideline where there are a bunch of balls not being used. I realize it’s because they all need more air in them. Despite, I pick one up and begin shooting three-pointers, making two in a row. ☼☼☼ Zach Gehring started a new music project. He wants me to be involved in it. I thought of a specific guitar melody and kind of sing it to him out loud thinking he would like it. Later, he’s standing in my room with a guitar around his shoulder playing that melody and getting really into it—elaborating the hell out of it and shredding like crazy. He’s swaying to the rhythm and dancing around the room. Ellen, his girlfriend, is there. I snicker a little bit, but not too loud because I didn’t want to disrupt his moment—it looked serious. He runs over and slaps the wall right near one of Doug’s posters.

5:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and Milk.

Art is slightly upset about the way I wrote of him and Roma the other day. Out of context, I made it look like he was the reason for my “sudden pang of sadness and hopelessness”. But this was not the case at all. It was only a trigger. I try to explain this to him. And some of the things I write are not always in a serious tone. I try to articulate myself the best I can, but sometimes people will still see it their way; they will still fill in the blanks with their own assumptions and ideas.

“We’re still friends, Art. As long we can still play tennis together. As long as we can still play Unreal together. As long as we still play poker.”

Our landlord’s husband is here replacing the bathroom sink. Now we have a hot water option.

Hanging out at Joey’s house with friends. He’s performing at a recital tomorrow and wanted to get comfortable playing it in front of friends. “Mad Rush” by Philip Glass—a beautiful piece. Sitting on the couch in between Jon and Margot listening to the longing melodies of the song. Nutella, Joey’s dog, is making her rounds, moving from one person to the next, looking for attention.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Dustin, a guy that might be interested in the room, meets me at the house. Showing him around and getting to know him. He joins us for poker with Art and Roma. I win, finally. It’s been a while.

Jon and Doug walk in. Doug is grabbing some things because he’s spending the night at his place.

Jon acts like a mother, “Do you have your towel? Do you have your toothbrush?”

Doug: “Yes, dad!”

Stretching and doing crunches in my room.

Kenneth walks in with his classic headband light on. He stops to look at the big corkboard I have mounted on the wall with miscellaneous postcards and knick-knacks I’ve saved. “You’re an interesting dude, Rob. You’ve got a lot of foresight.”

I take Kenneth to Trader Joe’s for a dumpster dive. For this big of a haul he was a lot of help.

The finds: Tons and Tons and Tons of Bread Products, Tons and Tons and Tons of Bananas, Peppers, Grapes, Cheese, Muffins, Donuts, Chicken Wraps, Cookies, Pumpkin Woopie Cakes, Limes, and Apples.

My friend Louis Fisher just finished a photography portrait project that is exceptional: http://www.flickr.com/photos/louisfisher/sets/72157625450339212/detail/

Dinner: Leftover Salmon and Rice with Green Bean Casserole and White Kidney Beans. Garlic Dinner Rolls.

Watching The Boondock Saints II [2009].

Practicing songs at the storage unit.

Chocolate Milk.

Finishing the movie.

Sleep 9 a.m.