1:44 PM - we're too old to be hooligans
Current mood: silted pantcuffs
when you are prepared to have the worst times people pull through making your experience electric. my whole weekend turned around. i thought that by saturday morning i would be thoroughly steeped in melancholy but i woke up in warm arms to a phone call from an old friend, "want to help me shop for a longboard?"
it was perfect outside- the kind of day where you can look across fields and see clouds in defined layers with sunlight shining through the gaps. beautiful and gagworthy. i introduced caylie to mos def, talib kweli, madvillain and my africa cd. we bought matching longboards at pipeline. we are starting a gang of mild mannered skirt wearing carvers to cruise the streets.
moby stayed at my place all weekend plus a day. he's moving into my house on friday while i'll be in vermillion at the county fair with caylie. i'll be saying goodbye to home in a little over a week leaving mista with my mama. finally someone will understand why it's not so cool to have a jamaican mother. i wish him the best.
on sunday morning i played bass at westend. that really wasn't worth mentioning. it's funny to look back and realize that the approval i so craved from those kids would have been of little worth- especially since now that have it i am what i thought i could never be around them - different and myself - being in their favour is neither here nor there.
me, moby, caylie, her work partner devina, and devina's girlfriend sahana ate a simple but welcome lunch at the mahaganapathi temple. i wish i hadn't been so delirious with fatigue so i could remember more of what jai the white guy explained as he gave us the tour. i do remember feeling welcomed by the hindi music (much like what i listen to all day at work. thank you bollywood and satellite radio). i also recall shaking my head at jai's oversimplification of hindu/christian schisms in the family unit created by conversion, the fee sheet at the back door for receiving specific blessings, and my own comment that siddhartha gautama was to hinduism and buddhism what martin luther was to catholicism and protestantism- at least in their intent to streamline existing systems rather than start new ones. my words may have come out slurred.
last night caylie and i spent five hours scuttling in and out of the rain before we thought of just creeping the underground parking nearby. thanks edmonton for your visionary devotion to consumerism. is it still the largest mall in the world? i'm still finding sandy patches in my hair. i catch myself thinking about the dance-like swaying of fast turns and sliding down city hills in the dark (when we've worked up the courage). i have a new love.
Currently listening:
The Futureheads
By The Futureheads
Release date: By 26 October, 2004
2 Comments - 0 Kudos
I CAN FEEL GOSSIP COMING ON
NEW LOVE IS MASH-UPS
Posted by lindsay lowhands(emma) on [28 Jul 2005 | Thursday] at 9:39 PM
you are a post-post-modern prophetess.
Posted by jenni. on [01 Aug 2005 | Monday] at 3:26 AM
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