i tried to post last nite but blogger was down for some reason. so this now is my first official blog to babblebook. ilana was w/ me while i made the bold decision. we were hard pressed at first to think of something adequate, so i handed her a book of poetry and told her to open to random pages and read random words. we had just finished watching harold and maude, a lovely off-beat film, and drinking chai; we were buzzed on beauty. i figured it was as good a time as any to make the switch.
earlier, i took my little brother shopping. it’s incredible how out of the GAP realm he is. he’ll be 17 in a matter of days, but if he had his way he’d spend all waking hours in sweatpants. the peculiar clothing choice matches his chosen occupation: playing computer games and watching anime. everyone says, for the irony of it, i guess, that he’ll be the rich one and support adam and me. *shrug* there is no telling, that’s true. but i don’t intend to have anyone support me, except perhaps a benevolent Dickensian person who has a soft spot for poetry.
speaking of professions and the future, my sweet Harold and Maude experience was countered later in the day by Manhattan with becca over chili. becca and the chili were fine; it was the movie that sort of dampened my mood, i think. its lesson: love is fickle and unpredicable, and people are self-indulgent fools. woody allen irks me sometimes b/c he embodies a trait i particularly dislike. he seems to think that admiting a fault or even making fun of himself for it is a substitute for attempting to improve. in my opinion, it might even be worse to realize there’s a defect in you and not try to fix it at all.
we didn’t talk about that. our conversation centered around each other’s future. becca decided that she saw me moving west for a year, maybe to seattle or to SF, then becoming disatisfied and returning; then i’d disappear for a while, traveling, and not talk to anyone while i’m gone. i told her she thinks i’m more of a hippie than i am.
accordingly, i created a coroporate-drone-type life for her, but one involving a cat named tigger, an east-indian PLoTSO [permanent long-term significant other], near-adoption of an east-indian child, and eventually a marriage to a jewish divorcee.
something else upset me last nite tho i was hard-pressed to figure out exactly what.
stemmed from this. this morning, tho, i remembered that misinterpretations &c. can occur from writing as well as from speech. so whatever.