I have a lot of dreams about airplanes. Airplanes out of control, swooping and diving around dangerous obstacles. Airplanes that are late, or hard to find at a confusing, enormous airport. Airplanes that can't take off from a teeny, hilly runway. Dangerous machines that take me somewhere, conveyances I can't control. Hurtling through the sky, going somewhere quickly, and I have little power over that somewhere, or that somewhen.
I was listening to Yo La Tengo's "Don't Have to Be Sad" this morning, and I think it's one of the most beautiful songs ever.
I wanted to feel that way forever
And that's why
If you're looking at me I'll try to be what you want to see
and if I'm, if I'm, ever that lucky
You won't have to be so, You won't have to be so sad
You won't have to be so sad.
Tylenol PM is my new best friend. I slept a good 8+ hours last night, mostly uninterrupted, and my brain seems to be working better now. I'm a little groggy, and my eyes are hideously puffy, but... Whew.
Last night at work, I saw John Malcovich, who comes in to get coffee sometimes. He didn't smile and seemed a little grey and gloomy, but he did say "Hello," and he sounded just like John Malcovich. Which seems like a silly observation, but gave me a little thrill.
I also had a nice long chat with the film critic at the Weekly Dig, David Wildman. He's interviewing Augusten Burroughs sometime soon, and so he bought a copy of Running With Scissors, which I read a while ago and liked quite a bit. I have a sneaking suspicion that Augusten Burroughs might be an asshole, though, and told him so. "Oh, I'm used to interviewing assholes. Did you see the one with Harrison Ford?"
I am newly slightly obsessed with a Seattle band called The Trucks. Think Peaches combined with Bikini Kill/Le Tigre.
What makes you think we can fuck
Just because you put your tongue in my mouth
And you're twisting my titties, baby?
I've been in therapy for five years
I'll be in therapy for five years more.
I like it, I love it, I like it, I love it.
My two favorite things in life
Are big afros and riding bikes!
With you!
Yeah, sex, shrinks, bikes, and afros. Rock.
Posted by thevieve at September 24, 2006 10:34 AM