the past few days have been an experient in living for me.
thursday, i watched "harold and kumar go to whitecastle." i loved the movie. immediately, i called jeff beebe to talk to him about it and i was met with "some people have to work tomorrow." you sonnuvabitch. i get up before you have to be at work. fookah.
i saw "gravity" at the playhouse theatre saturday night. it is haunting me. the premise is paris, 1914, ten years after the cherry orchard (of checkov's cherry orchard was chopped down. it dealt with aging and loss and love and motion and science and art and, and, and... i feel it was a snapshot of me. alone, searching, frantically reaching for someone to hold on too. just to share a few moments with. a few precious moments here in this short, all too short, road trip or our own making.
sunday, i had brunch with liz, one of the first people i met here in seattle. what can i say? possibly a kindred spirit. i hope we get to hang out more, but i don't know how much longer she'll be in seattle. she never specifically said she was leaving, but a four year LDR takes its toll. if she stays, i hope we can hang out more. i had a muffin sandwich with her at julia's on broadway. oh, i now konw how easy it is to bus to capital hill, should the need arise. however, i walked.
on the way back, it started raining. i stopped at the bus stop and asked one of the waiting passenger's if she'd seen the #8 go by. in a heavy scottish brogue, she replied "noo, aye've bin herrre fur ten meenutes..." we started talking and i found a kate mulgrew fan that flew all the way to seattle (from edinbourough) to see tea at five at the seattel rep. she is a huge star trek: voyager fan and we talked all about that and airwolf. we even had coffee after the bus ride. i had never really talked to anyone on the bus before.
i watched "my own private idaho." last night. just now, i finished "motorcycle diaries."
i'm feeling the need to experience the world. to experience america. to have a chance to finally just *be*.
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i kinda thought i died, too. just couldn't seem to find it in me to post. isolation does funny things to one's perspective. the last 7 weeks have been a parade of visitors and goodbye parties. seems like no one is really hanging around long enough to be friends. but ah well. that'll all change soon as i'm starting a month long suzuki intensive and later this fall, i start massage school.
yeah, beebe's an ass.
motorcycles diaries was one of those movies that pulls me in so completely, i forgot i was watching a film. i wanted to HELP those people. i was cold in the snow. i was hungry. of course, that was after a few beers and no food in my belly, so i guess that's just what happens...
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