January 12th, 2005
my apoogies

On the phone with a girlfriend during a lightening storm we share stories and reveal wounds. This planet must rotate with the expended breath of girlfriends talking on the phone. Endless stories that turn night into day, the stars shifting, planets passing by. The muted sound of peeing, of course conversation does not slow even for the sake of urination. Am I giving away our secrets?
Girlfriend love is a beatiful thing.
Also of note, I have mastered the art of peeing in a jar while the renovations on the bathroom continue. A handy skill you must admit.
I am having trouble with the “L” key on my computer, I have to press it rather hard to make it work. If any L’s are omitted in this or any other future correspondence please accept my apologies. (that could have been apoogies, which I kind of like better.) What would a world with no “L’s” sound like? Word i suppose. (I am aware that sometimes my sense of humour is funny only to me, because I laughed rather loudly after I typed ‘word’.)
A quick question for you, Mike is trying to convince me that “Goonies” is an exceptional film (which I have not seen). Does anyone attest to this theory? Just putting it out there.
a thought from Rilke for you to decipher (and attribute your own meaning to),
“Oh not because happiness exists,
that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.
But because truly being here is so much;
because everything here apparently needs us,
this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us.
Us, the most fleeting of all.
…Ah, but what can we take along into that other realm?
Not the art of looking which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.
The suffering, then. And, above all, the heaviness, and the experience of love,
-just what is wholly unsayable.

Jan 13 2005
3:21 pm
Anonymous writes:

Please do watch the goonies. Also, when I was in grade school, a bunch of my girlfriends and I discovered it was much more exciting to watch this film in the room with the squeaky door that lead to the attic, while dancing around in our underwear. Just an idea.


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