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Princeton NJ 1996-98
Reading PA 1998-2000
Home office 2000-present
(former BorderBaby)
I seem to remember it coming up once that there was a good liklihood that we had both occupied the same Papa Berenstain suit, albeit at different times/locations.
The future.
posted by ThePinkSuperhero 27 December |
I'm drinking a glass of water in the empty hotel bar at the Principe di Savoia and staring at the mural behind the bar and in the mural there is a giant mountain, a vast field spread out below it where villagers are celebrating in a field of long grass that blankets the mountain dotted with tall white flowers, and in the sky above the mountain it's morning and the sun is spreading itself across the mural's frame, burning over the small cliffs and the low-hanging clouds that encircle the mountain's peak, and a bridge strung across a pass through the mountain will take you to any point beyond that you need to arrive at, because behind that mountain is a highway and along that highway are billboards with answers on them -- who, what, where, when, why -- and I'm falling forward but also moving up toward the mountain, my shadow looming against its jagged peaks, and I'm surging forward, ascending, sailing through dark clouds, rising up, a fiery wind propelling me, and soon it's night and stars hang in the sky above the mountain, revolving as they burn.
matteo: do you know of any good Italian mourning rituals or toasts me and The Wino can do in honor my late Uncle Vincent? He was half-Sicilian and would probably appreciate it.
Specklets Candy would be little bunny-shaped chewables with Welsh names that sound really cute and strange. The flavors would be three-fold for each, with a chocolate/caramel, a type of fruit, and some kind of nut inside. You could buy them in packs or as edible jewelry.
If this is wrong, please let me know. The R and D guys have been up for several days on Mountain Dew and Doritos figuring it out.
(They're fun to watch after Day 3, by the way.)
Beards? What kind of beards? Like this? Not so much. This? Well, lose the cheese and okay. I actually could get into something like this, but I'd prefer something like this. Yum.
i really really wanna know why people who were inspirations when you were young--and were free and open and encouraging and got in trouble for it a lot--and helped make you who you are today totally. because they weren't afraid of anything and showed you how also...became so small and boring and limited on purpose when they got old and had kids and stuff.
i finally regained my inborn and naive hope and optimism for the future (missing almost all year) and came home tonight to this horrendously inane hanukkah letter and pics...and am too sad. The cousin who i first smoked pot with--and did coke with--way back in the late 70s when i was still in hs and she was in college, and who had a pow/mia bracelet when i was very young, and who was thrown out of her house for secretly getting a diaphragm when i was not even old enough to be thinking of sex, and who actually wore betsy johnson to come to Danceteria's new year's eve 1982-3 with me, etc...who was always wanting me to run away with her when we were little...and was always the only open-minded and non-judgmental person in my family...
is now this completely weird and closed person...who chose the most limiting kind of life, and is thriving in a box.
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