monday’s dracula symposium went pretty much perfect- packed house, good snacks, my lecture went well, matt z was there, no insurmountable technical troubles. i did not record my lecture as i half-heartedly told someone i would. but the first half was a synopsis of the story followed by a history of the story followed by a polite list of recurring themes. the second half was all about my personal take on dracula, which is, in a word “playerrrrrrrrr”.
tuesday was halloween day and it was a trip. it was beautiful so i went on a long consitutional, just hoofin’ around and “winding the watch” as it were. the co-op was closed so i didn’t buy food like i had planned, i couldn’t get a book from the library because i have books waaay overdue, and i didn’t put up flyers because i forgot tape and couldn’t buy any knowing i had three rolls at the store. but i did have a fine watch-winding and i was blessed to see some totally awesome halloween-only cross-dressers that were bold and shining in total pride of having their outsides and insides match for one glorious day with easy excuse. it was the kind of day when a person just feels handsomer than they usually feel- i was in autumnal mode sure with the brown flannel and tiny if if’s old beige cardigan, taking advantage of the nice day to wear The White Kicks With No Shoestrings In ‘Em, getting too hot and repping my back-up halloween costume- a now-standard lemon yellow t-shirt, with “national geographic” hastily scrawled while still on. while i was walking up main south with the sun in my eyes, a beautiful woman booked past me on the sidewalk, just excersizing, but nonetheless fully hauling. i saw her for only a second (seriously one second) because as i said she was moving at quite a clip and moreover the sun was in my eyes, but she still said hello and my internal response was “you’re damn right!”. like a king, i felt. i couldn’t help but imagine this lady’s craiglist missed connection about me, and i imagined it so hard i almost just posted it (from her to me) myself. “saw you near the bling bling store- lanky, scandanavian, err force ones. me: bucolic, sturdy, high velocity. let’s!”. of course i did nothing so gauche and anyway i’ve come to believe that anyway it was no lady, it was the warm wind and the sun personified.
that night no big plans, played some kickball, hung out with carolyn and esther and john, eating cinnamon toast in a blanket tent and telling stories. esther is from a carnival family, and grew up selling cheap plastic shit at parades and midways. “baby cry, mommy buy”. if this was three five or seven years ago, this simple fact of heritage alone would’ve had impetuous jacob “ritzy callahan” berendes immediately on a single knee asking only half-comically for a hand in marriage. today’s jacob berendes, though pledged not to bandy about his ardor like so many $1 mardi gras necklaces, could nonetheless learn a thing or two from that wry devil! why, it’d be elephant ears from here to eternity and twice on sundays!
today i slept way late and had a dream about getting a foot massage, and not only was it doubly relaxing, but the dream format is probably the only way i could ever enjoy such a thing as i’m sooooo ticklish. at the store buckets of people came in and it was fun.
judgers of the future may detect a certain air of what could be incorrectly but effectively called “spring fever” misting around this self-proclaimed boyfriend of the weather during these past few days. these self-same judgers should be reminded: if you’re on drugs and eating pasta, the drugs don’t make the pasta delicious- the pasta is good by its damn self! or to put it another way- you can’t cook a pizza by smiling at it, and you can’t frown a brownie down all the way. you follow me? i know the ups outs downs and throughs of a world predicated on nothing and every day a swirling misama of signals to interpret nolens volens, but when good’s good it’s good! GMAFB! hi christopher.
