"those with 'something to fall back on' invariably fall back on it."

this was on the blackboard of the cafe van kleef bathroom tonight, in large scribbled handwriting.

The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I

bobby burgess mood.

if i lived in chicago, i'd watch the cosby show and the dick van dyke show every night between 10 and 11.

if i lived anywhere, i'd watch the monkees and get smart anytime.

interacting with extended family is very foreign to me.

i'm taking a train to chicago. the coach cars do not have showers.

i think pop song writers should write political slogans or at least new -isms that beg to be reduced to memorable one-liners. i haven't listened to "bye bye bye" by n sync for ages, but when i listened to it tonight i could mouth all the words. i hadn't realized i even knew them in 2000.

a year ago, this was a bullet point i wrote about the day: "told tiffany and theresa i loved them while on the floor of the kitchen."

an algerian man i walked by on the way home asked if he could walk with me. it was so familiar: the frustration of wishing you could get over the language barrier and fluently see what this man is like. not wanting to show him where i lived, we went to a cafe for the ten minutes he had before work. he bought me a chai latte and had an espresso, ( Read more... )

i'm ready for the next city.