<Mountainous Heathen!>

BACK IN THE USSR

Before anything else, i apologize for the yellow. god, it hurts my eyes to check my own comments. i just want it mango colored. is that so hard, mr. maaaan?

i'm back. in town. in long beach. in los al. quite the difference if you're coming from the hussle and bustle of cities. how do these people live without public transportation? and then i recall the freeways. what a concept. the 405. and then..thoughts of all the times i almost got into an accident. sick.
i don't remember seeing any on the east coast. i'm sure they were there, i just don't recall them as such a staple part of the society. walking. what a concept.

i told myself when we were flying into Boston that i have to have to have to go to Brattle books. it's the staple stop when you're in boston. they won't let you leave until you stop at a dunken donuts and brattle book shop. last day i squeezed it in: i bought Tolstoy's "The Cussacks" which is a book of three stories. and Dostoyevski's "The Brothers Karamazov." i went for Ana Karenina but it was too fat. and too expensive. bad combination.

first shot of new york city for me was time square. we all just stood there inside the train station lobby looking out at the full length windows thinking, o hell no, let's just go back. we embraced the crowd more or less by the third day though. it takes serious preparation. quite the overwhelming experience. and it wasn't overwhelming with a fine purpose, such as say...mountain climbing, or skydiving...or diving in an ice cold pool of water (because you know.. all those have the greater purpose of god written on their foreheads). it was just overwhelming commercially. at each given second you had to be looking at something. some light. some sign. some ad. something. it was insane. again, i liked it by the third day. much like the insanity that is the subway system. but it really grows on you when you learn where the ACE trains go compared to the NWQR S compared to the 123967 trains. like dave said, you just gotta color code it and you'll be fine.

on a completely different note, my backpack sucks ass. it hurts me even if it has nothing in it. upon seeing sina's north face beauty, i was gonna get one and patch the north face on its FACE because 1) i don't like name tags and 2) people on the subway (aka bart) are always like ohh geewiiz she has a 60 dollar backback she must be packing GOLD in there. let's approach her. so i was looking for backpacks and i now find my plans of patching the backpack name are ruined! because 1) their seductive store philosophy made me all tingly inside, 2) it doesn't cost 60 dollars necessarily. i can be like 30-40, which isn't bad considering i buy one every ten years, and 3) they don't approach you for your backpack, sam. how many times do i have to tell you it's the hair?

i go up to berktown on thursday. so much travelling in a week or two. i still have station names in my head. hunter. jackson. and then sullivan. state. wellington.

if you have ever gone anywhere with me, and afterwards, i made you feel like you never want to go anywhere with me again, please please tell me. one fine day, just pull me asside and tell me. frankly. you don't know how much i'll appreciate it. so thanks...in advance.

my new buzz word: buzz word.

p.s. merci sina. sorry we were/still are so assy. i think the archway and the ceramic cabinets make it aaaaaall worth the stay.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Saturday, August 21, 2004 BACK IN THE USSR Before anything else, i apologize for the yellow. god, it hurts my eyes to check my own comments. i just want it mango colored. is that so hard, mr. maaaan? i'm back. in town. in long beach. in los al. quite the difference if you're coming from the hussle and bustle of cities. how do these people live without public transportation? and then i recall the freeways. what a concept. the 405. and then..thoughts of all the times i almost got into an accident. sick. i don't remember seeing any on the east coast. i'm sure they were there, i just don't recall them as such a staple part of the society. walking. what a concept. i told myself when we were flying into Boston that i have to have to have to go to Brattle books. it's the staple stop when you're in boston. they won't let you leave until you stop at a dunken donuts and brattle book shop. last day i squeezed it in: i bought Tolstoy's "The Cussacks" which is a book of three stories. and Dostoyevski's "The Brothers Karamazov." i went for Ana Karenina but it was too fat. and too expensive. bad combination. first shot of new york city for me was time square. we all just stood there inside the train station lobby looking out at the full length windows thinking, o hell no, let's just go back. we embraced the crowd more or less by the third day though. it takes serious preparation. quite the overwhelming experience. and it wasn't overwhelming with a fine purpose, such as say...mountain climbing, or skydiving...or diving in an ice cold pool of water (because you know.. all those have the greater purpose of god written on their foreheads). it was just overwhelming commercially. at each given second you had to be looking at something. some light. some sign. some ad. something. it was insane. again, i liked it by the third day. much like the insanity that is the subway system. but it really grows on you when you learn where the ACE trains go compared to the NWQR S compared to the 123967 trains. like dave said, you just gotta color code it and you'll be fine. on a completely different note, my backpack sucks ass. it hurts me even if it has nothing in it. upon seeing sina's north face beauty, i was gonna get one and patch the north face on its FACE because 1) i don't like name tags and 2) people on the subway (aka bart) are always like ohh geewiiz she has a 60 dollar backback she must be packing GOLD in there. let's approach her. so i was looking for backpacks and i now find my plans of patching the backpack name are ruined! because 1) their seductive store philosophy made me all tingly inside, 2) it doesn't cost 60 dollars necessarily. i can be like 30-40, which isn't bad considering i buy one every ten years, and 3) they don't approach you for your backpack, sam. how many times do i have to tell you it's the hair? i go up to berktown on thursday. so much travelling in a week or two. i still have station names in my head. hunter. jackson. and then sullivan. state. wellington. if you have ever gone anywhere with me, and afterwards, i made you feel like you never want to go anywhere with me again, please please tell me. one fine day, just pull me asside and tell me. frankly. you don't know how much i'll appreciate it. so thanks...in advance. my new buzz word: buzz word. p.s. merci sina. sorry we were/still are so assy. i think the archway and the ceramic cabinets make it aaaaaall worth the stay. posted by ...me at 7:25 PM