February 23, 2002
Non mi piace getting the boot.
So The Lad sent me another one of my pieces--even from Munich he comes to my rescue. Thanks love.
My biggest fear right now is that I might run into the Sicilian on campus somewhere and not have a biting remark ready to hand. If any of you have suggestions, I welcome them.
See, I need to keep the scary rage in place because it helps me get out of bed in the morning.
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February 21, 2002
I go out walkin'
I ate lunch in my favorite cafe in Berkeley today. My favorite used to be Nefeli of course, but the Sicilian got that in the divorce. He also got to keep the cat (which is fair as it nominally belonged to our roommate, even though it spent all its time with me), my comforter (which I'm rectifying this weekend, before he brings some chippie home to get cheap Obsession all over it) and, oh yes, my poor mangled heart. Speaking of cheap obsessions...
Anyway, my new favorite is the Classical Music Cafe next to my office, and it's the best because it has the surliest waitstaff I've ever seen. It's a little tribe of incredibly angry Asian women who refuse to smile, or bring you napkins, or do anything much except stand behind the counter and intensely hate you. I keep coming back because after suffering that level of silent vitriol for an hour the rest of my day is wonderful. Everyone seems like my new best friend.
I am also in a really good mood because Papa Frahm has one of my stories, the long one that I wouldn't be able to rewrite. All the rest of you can feel free to chime in with whatever you've got. Anytime now.
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February 20, 2002
Windows XP Sucks Eggs
Hemingway's wife once left two years worth of his manuscripts on a train. Gone forever. I have lost only one year of work, and it was pretty piecemeal at that. However, if any of you have anything I've sent you or shown you over the past year--the Ben and Elliott stuff, or the story about my brother, anything like that?--I would be so grateful to have it again.
I walked through my first twenty two years in a happy daze like a hippie Pollyanna chirping constantly to herself about her own good luck. Possibly that's catching up to me now, as I keep losing things.
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February 17, 2002
I was a man but now I'm only a child...
Today I was all bones and little substance. I've given up eating meat, and apparently everything else as well. On the stereo the nice man says "If it takes a year to be anything more than a jellyfish, I will not tell you this." I am not a jellyfish. I am an electric spinal cord to be played on as a pipe, a set of lips, assorted toes, and knees bending the wrong way.
This weekend I saw my first barfight. I got gently slammed against a wall and had beer spilled all down my sleeve. Although this was exciting, I have to admit that I don't really understand this whole bar scene. It's like when I first started kissing boys and all it felt like was having a mouth mashed against mine, despite daily practice sessions with Josh Pelham behind the trailers at school. I think I'm outside some great carnival of enjoyment which people seem to find when they stand in a dark crowded room eyeing each other sideways and drinking liquids that actually make you dehydrated. I want to learn, but judging from my experience with Josh it's possible to practice something everyday for a month and still never understand it. I order kid drinks from impatient bartenders and I can almost hear them thinking, in Josh's voice, "Okay, I'm not trying to kiss your teeth here."
I also found a tiny music store called Aquarius Records on Valencia, and Frahm if you're reading this you should check it out. The sign outside promises Friendly Free Advice, so I said Do you have any advice for the recently dumped? and the woman behind the counter thought for a moment and said "Rent Bottlerocket."
So here is my advice for those of you with shitty jobs and displaced paternity and expatriotism, which I guess covers all my readers: Rent Bottlerocket.
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