So… anyone wanna take a crack at what THIS dream meant?

I dreamt I was getting married to an indian girl (dots not feathers). We were meeting up in the parking lot to a ‘public’ building. Like a rec center or school or something. I was running late of course, and someone was driving me (one of my good friends, I forget which, but I think it was Manu). As we pulled up I was like “Dude, I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt” and he handed me a pair of suit pants and a dress t-shirt. I changed in the car and as I got out my sister came up and hugged me and informed me that she felt bad because all my friends had shown up, but my bride to be just had her mom and dad here. And at this point I realized oh, this is also an arranged marriage. Even though I never met her in the dream, I knew she was scared and nervous.
I ran into Joe and Tiffany and my mom had a suit jacket for me to put on, and there was some dancing going on pre-wedding and I was talking to people, and as I went inside to meet my bride… I woke up…

Weird.

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Posted by admin - 11/11/08 - 0 comments

 

So here’s the deal. I’m probably not going to get annhiliated by Hurricane Ike, and while the chances of it happening are greater than the Haldron Collider thingies getting me pregnant, I suppose that’s still possible. So I was thinking about it, and I think I might be ok with getting killed in the hurricane, but only since it’s named Ike. That way when the next time someone goes “What should we name this destructive mass that’s going to obliterate people’s lives and homes?” “How about Fran?” “I like it… then Greg… then Helen… Then Ike…”

Way to pick passive lame names. Dying in hurricane Ike would be a statement, and if I do, then I hope you all sign petitions to make sure the next I hurricane is like… HURRICANE INVASION. or HURRICANE INEVITABILITY. or HURRICANE IONIZATION.

I kinda ran out of I words. But in all seriousness everything’s fine here. Ask me again in 24 hours and you may have a -very- different answer. The calm before the storm is exciting. I seriously didnt mean that to be as pun-ny as it came out sounding

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More coming soon, I promise. One of the big observations I had in Houston, it’s about as hot/muggy as I expected it to be. Having spent a summer climbing roofs with my dad in Missouri this isn’t hugely different. As such though I came to a realization about something amazingly awesome about the sticky Texas heat.

That’s right, I now love the Texas heat

And here’s why. When my fatass walks up some stairs. I break into a sweat. But here in Houston… EVERYONE breaks into a sweat just walking outside. No matter how hot some chick is, she HAS to sweat, because it’s Houston. So I don’t look like a sweaty gross fat guy. Just a fat guy.

This is awesome. So far so good.

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It’s probably nothing, but I noticed today while we’re racking up medals in running and sailing and swimming and biking… China is racking up medals in Judo, Fencing, Kicking Guys In the Balls, Shooting (they named the sport shooting? Fuck yeah), Wrestling, Archery, Weightlifting

Like… dude…

And then of course they won Trampolinging, Table Tennis, and Badminton.

Here’s my thing. I feel you. I’ll bet the world champion of Badminton is pretty bad ass. But who would you rather have in your back against the Terminator? Him, or the guy with the gold medal in SHOOTING or VIOLENCE or JUDO

And to quote Richard Pryor:

“That’s a lot of people waiting for you outside ‘Rich, there’s 60 billion dudes waitin’ on you’ a– outside. I can help you with two of ‘em.’”

And they know Karate.

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You can’t see my sudden smirk
as a lifetimes mischief seeps back into me
If I was Puck I’d lead you astray
And seduce you in moonlit woods

but I am not Puck, and my
forests are long since farmed for lumber.
And seduction has given way to alcoholic ramblings

But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming

That’s right my dear you may not know it
But we are in love, and have two children
I’ll name them Mab and Teardrop
One for the madness from waking alone
And another for sorrow yet falling

Perhaps one day you and I will wed
You’ld think that’d be my dream
To be in love, and be in life
for ever with hearts immortal

But I came from a home of broken families and broken dreams
I live in a place where I know, all this thought is just fantasy

Because in my dreams there is no doubt
or fear of tomorrow’s lies
There is only me and you.
A sea of roses
and love in our eyes

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There are very few moments in my life that I’ve been so overwhelmed by happyness and love that I don’t know what to do. More recently than in times past, but tonight was one of those times. Nate’s wedding was awesome. Cody’s wedding was perfect. Watching the first dance was heartwrenching. Everything about it hit on every note and filled my heart full of promise and good hopes for the future in a way I haven’t felt in some time. I just felt so happy and confident that there was goodness in the world.

I’m sure all the booze didn’t hurt either.

Cody and Hallie. I’m so happy for you.

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They had a marathon on TV a few years back of “The Scariest Moments in Movies” and I remember one of the top things was this guy taking a pair of scissors, and opening his mouth and ramming his head down on them.

I totally almost did that accidentally last night. Well no. I did do that, just not with scissors. While driving to Victorville on leg one of the wedding trip I was chewing on a straw and half asleep. My subconscious apparently decided ‘I know how to wake him up’. And I took the straw and jammed it at full force… as hard as I could, into the back of my throat… right where the fleshy juicy bits of your mouth are.

I have no clue why I did it. But holy christ. I’m still in pain the next morning.

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So over the weekend I went into LA, and while there I saw a naughty puppet show. Er that is to say I saw a really cool show put on by a group called The Rogue Artists Ensemble. It was great. It’s based on a Neil Gaiman book called “The Tragic Comedy or Comic Tragedy of Mr. Punch”. I guess the guy who illustrated it was at the opening night performance. I’d REALLY recommend it to people. It was a cool show, and I mean c’mon… naughty puppet show. I went with my heterosexual life partner, Manu, and the show was 25 bucks each after a fatty discount, and since we went on the Gala opening we got free food and beer. Uh… yes please?

Afterwards we went to a bar in Hollywood called ‘big wangs’… yeah. Anyways, while at Big Wangs Manu was buying me drinks, and I spotted a girl hotter than most in the place (but certainly not THAT hot). So I figured what the hell, I’m never going to see or talk to her again. Further, she and her friends were sitting there, not talking to anyone outside of her group and so I thought ‘I’ll use a Manuism on her’. So I sat down at her table, when one of her friends left and had the following discussion.

Me: I have a question to ask you.
Her: (Immediatly) The answer is no
Me: How can the answer be no, when you don’t know what the question is?
Her: It just is, the answer is no
Me: I don’t think it is… I mean I could be wrong, but I don’t think it’s no
Her: It’s no. (then rolling her eyes) Fine, what’s your question

As a pause. The majority of my intent here was to lay a line on her and eject, and this was immediately becoming too much trouble than it’s worth. To continue:

Me: Well, obviously a bunch of guys in here are like, oogling you, but I was curious if anyone had told you that you were beautiful or not yet tonight.
(Her friend awwws at this, and she just shakes her head, hugs her friend and goes)
Her: Only my friend Sarah! (or whatever, and kisses her on the cheek)
So I triumphantly raise my drink
Me: See? I told you the answer wasn’t no.
She looks at her friend or hugs her again or something, meanwhile the friend in the bathroom has returned, and sortof nudges me with her hip, and says “You’re in my seat. But slide over one” and she motioned to the 4th chair at the table. So I transition. I’m now sitting across from the girl I’d been talking to… and have nothing else. I mean not only didn’t I particularly care to talk to her in the first place. She’d been blow offy and bitchy since I sat down. So I sat there quietly for a minute and was like “Uh, well I’m going to go, just wanted to be sure someone told you that you were beautiful” and I stood up, tipped my drink, and returned to my friends, but not before she said.

“I hope you sleep well tonight”

What the fuck kind of parting compliment is that? It’s like she knew some dude with a knife was going to find me and stab the christ out of me.

To continue.

I go retell the story, and go back to watching something far more entertaining that they have on the TV. “50 GREATEST BEATDOWNS OF ALL TIME”… I mean… fuck yeah, how can you go wrong with that right? So we’re watching, and then Manu’s boss goes over and does the stereotypical hit on the not as hot friend. As he is, he has hands on the back of the chair I’d been sitting in, and I wouldnt have noticed anything except Manu nudged me and said “I think that guy just grabbed Avidan’s ass” And I glanced over and watches, as I do, this guy takes a sip of his beer, puckers his lips, and shoots a small stream of it onto Avidan’s ass. And we’re sortof befuddled for a moment. And he does it again. At which point we sortf shout for him to ‘fucking knock it off’. His immediate retort is. “Oh it’s cool. He’s my boy”

Manu and I give one another, and the 4 other people there looks and then return our glance to him and go “Uh… no actually, he’s not… he’s our boy” and then the guy stands up, and leaves the bar never to return. His buddies tried apologizing at some point but we left hastily thereafter.

All in all it was a crazy weird night, but a quite fun one. Then on Saturday I watched Batman with my ‘real tight homeboys’ and enjoyed it quite a bit. I got home lateish and crashed and had to work on Sunday and Monday and today I enjoyed a blissfully peaceful day off.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

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Posted by admin - 22/07/08 - 0 comments

 

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if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my

(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

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So theoretically the Chinese have this curse that roughly translates to “May you live in interesting times”. I checked the wiki on it cause the saying was stuck in my head, and it says it might be based on the proverb ‘It’s better to be a dog in peaceful times than a man in chaotic ones”

I like that as an insult. And the reason? I’ve certainly lived in my share of interesting times. But everything is alot fucking slower out here. Why? Cause nothings going on. And I would think that should be bad. Like I should be restless. But for once there’s nothing looming over my head. I thought about this as I was sitting down to eat some lunch. I had tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwhich. The meal was great and as I finished up and plopped down on the couch I marvelled for a second at that saying.

I think it works great as is. Because not HAVING to do anything. That’s really… thats as good as it gets. I could spend today… playing blues guitar. Like I did. Or sitting by the pool, or reading a book. That’s how life SHOULD be. I wouldnt want every day to be quiet. But I think that’s the point. When you live in interesting times there’s always shit going on. And thats cool for a while. But at some point pulling the brakes on life to slow things down. Well it’s amazing. I remember a good point Cody brought up once, he said “I wish we could just not do anything, no school, no work, no nothing, till we’re 35 or so, and then just work the rest of our lives, until we die” And I think there’s alot of merit in that. The problem with retirement later in life is everything is already slowing down by then. I used to want to go on a cruise just to get away from responsibility but I realised it’ll always follow you. And I know at some point soon I need to start being responsible but today I really let loose and just… lived in uninteresting times.

And it was kindof fucking amazing.

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