i don't understand, my perceptions are strange so, writing's flowing more easily this morning. it's funny how i feel my body so often, especially my stomach, which i can tell has grown a bit. well, for the next two weeks, it's exercise every day. that will be good to keep me going on this writing. and it's kind of necessary for ADF preparedness. as always when i'm traveling, i had lots of ideas for things i want to do, dancing and living-wise. looking out the airplane window, how carved the surface of the earth is, the linear motion of cars inside the lines of the road--wow we're good at following rules, customs, laws, habits.
oh--naive melody is skipping on my talking heads cd--that song makes me so happy, and sets off some sweet, vague longing. i associate it with aaron, with ross. my hands smell like soy sauce. martin and i made these really good vietnamese-ish rolls--'summer rolls' martin called them. lettuce, fresh mint, bean sprouts, carrots, cucumber, avocado (perhaps a slightly discontiguous addition), tofu (martin, shrimp), rolled in rice paper. dipped in soysauce, ginger, sugar. mmmm. martin remembered after we made them that you're supposed to put rice noodles in them too, but i was perfectly happy with more vegetables, less starchiness. we ate outside on the bleachers, the preschool picnic in the distance. talking about kids, about kids playing tag. asking hypothetical questions--"what do you think that kid would say if you asked her why she's chasing that other girl?' 'what do you think they would do if i threw a grenade?'--now, that question was a little odder.
went running today in the crum. everything's so green and filled in and surrounding. cool damp air on trail right next to creek. a chipmunk. keep thinking about seeing myself from outside--it changes the way i act, the way i feel--more solid, bound, and present. i'm trying to find out what's so wonderful about elvis costello--listening to the 'best of' cd i burned from aaron. i'm sure it takes away that it's a 'best of'. from what i know from ross, costello is known for his albums. i think last year ross did a post-semester marathon radio show of all of costello's albums in order.
the 'oh' sound david byrne makes in the song 'like humans do' is priceless. listening to dido--oh, poland, jacek classes--writing about time analytically but what is this silence, these associations--here comes the sun. hmm, haven't listened to pop music like this in a long time. where are we all right now? strange, strange time in our lives...
posted by Liza 21.5.03