mum's the word

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mom's here for a visit.

to see the new place on saint mark's.

today was wonderful.

we went out for lunch at the saint mark's bistro with the wonderful paintings by brana.  i had the standard goat cheese salad with a side of zucchini soup.  the soup was awful.

we were then on our way to chinatown, where i was going to show her pearl river, however we got side-tracked by a free jazz concert at the library.  wonderful music, they're playing again at the knitting factory this tuesday @ 8pm, main space.  check it out if you're in town.

then on to pearl river where i got a new jacket and a journal and a present for tina and some incense (musk and opium) and a tiny tiny buddha statue for jenelle.

(tangent: jenelle works at office max with her boyfriend joe.  she doesn't like working there at all.  there's something about working retail, it seems.  apparently, the world of retail is much like politics in that it tends to bring out the worst in people.  i bought her the little buddha to help her through her horrendous work day)

mhmm.

then back to the apartment for some relaxation, chinese delivery dinner and the adventures of baron von munchausen, which i kick myself for having not seen sooner.

i can't remember! :)

there's something about the king of the moon that's very very wonderful.  see it to know what i'm talking about.

also; the chemical brothers song My Elastic Eye sounds deadly familiar, but I can't place it.  could be they ripped off bach.  anyone know?

strange dream

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very very strange dream, in fact.

perhaps i've been playing or watching too many video games.

so in the dream i flew the small cessna plane from grand theft auto up and landed it on the top of a large large building.  the buildings, i think, were supposed to represent the world trade center, as they were two really large buildings right next to each other.

only, they weren't office buildings.  they were like... fake apartment or hotel buildings.  it was like they belonged on a movie set.  all the rooms were made to look nice, but nothing actually worked.  each apartment or suite only had a living room, bedroom and small, functional bathroom.  and the weird thing is, without leaving the apartment or suite, you could go downstairs to the next apartment or suite...

anyway, my cohort in the dream was a friend of mine out in colorado, mike.  he was about to release a beautiful giant box set of cd's that was all glossy black.  he was showing them off to me.

then there was some part about parallel parking the uhaul truck, which sucked.

oh, but then we made it to the top of the buildings, and there was a stairway up to this beautiful pool.  but the stairs had gone out halfway up.  and it was terribly windy way up there.

eventually we hiked down to the bridge that connected the two buildings, and crossed it.

then there was more flying around in the small airplane.  and there was a dispute because mike got the money for the cd's from his girlfriend, and she was pissed at him for some reason.

and then we were going to have a dinner party, something with grapes.

but there are no bears in the himalayas, so it must be bigfoot. :)

oddly enough

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i think i'm finally recovering from the big move last weekend.  the majority of my stuff is now in the new apartment, and i've spent the week here.  the commute isn't as bad as i thought.  even without music, as long as i have a good book, i'll be fine.

and i've been without music too.  damn nomad jukebox.  last night i ordered the new rio riot and it should arrive at my office tomorrow.  i'm rather excited.

so this weekend something strange happened.  my first night at the new place, i met a roomie's friend.  she ended up in my bed that night.  it was refreshing to be that close to someone.  and it has put me in a good mood all this week.

i dislike admitting that my mental state is in even some small way reliant on other people.  but the blatant change that one night can have on a person's demeanor is ample enough evidence.

yet i digress.  she has a boyfriend.  right.  did i know?  not really.  she told me the next morning.  we finally got around to talking about the whole thing yesterday.  she's not leaving her boyfriend.  this is fine.  although she seems like a nice, interesting, intelligent, fun person... this whole situation has forced me to re-examine what it is i really *want*.

and that's not easy.

anoyone who really know me knows that i'm on fairly solid ground with regards to where i am in life.  i've got a good career, good friends, and a great family.  whereas most of my friends have no clue what it is they want out of life itself, i'm not sure what it is i want out of a companion!

and it's strangely ironic that in some small way i can identify with what my friends are going through, as i had previously thought i was on a completely different plane.  it's comforting, in a way.

regardless; patience!  love will be found, life will be lived.  all that jazz.

drool...

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if my dream house ever becomes a reality, it will be furnished primarily by stuff found at Ligne Roset.

especially this bed... which i'm looking into getting for the new apartment.

moo. moo moo.

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i'm moving this weekend.

well, the big furniture, anyways.

park slope, brooklyn.

something about obtaining personal financial goals.

i just want to be a better consumer.

need... more... toys.

dave and i are going to open a surrealist department store where the elevators always tell you you're on the "moo" floor, and nothing is where it's supposed to be and everything is where it isn't.

i just spied anna finding adam.  funny, that.

work is so tiresome.  unmotivated.  blah.

moo.