Saturday, May 21, 2005

so bad at updating. i'm a douchebag. anyway, i finally saw hitchhikers guide last night. fuckin' brilliant. really loved it. they managed to combine adams' themes from all the books and create something i think he would have been really proud of. excellent comedic timing. and very very british. i'll get around to seeing star wars tonight.

i went to see the movie alone last night. i do that sometimes. there's something nice about seeing a movie alone, moreso if you can get a little isolated spot somewhere in the theater (i couldnt, but at least the people around me really liked the film). i know some people who like seeing movies alone, but i think we may be few and far between. i got a slice of pizza and went down to the beach afterwards to eat it. i may be the only person who does this kind of thing. then again, i haven't really made much effort to find anyone else who appreciates geeky british sci-fi comedy and late night pizza on a quiet beach. this may be because i imagine any discussion about this sort of thing gets awkward after, "you went to see a movie by yourself? why would anyone do that?"

i spent most of last week listening to miles davis' 'kind of blue' over and over again. i love rediscovering an old favorite album. i also spent most of the past week pretending that i was actually getting work done while actually applying for jobs in the states; mostly intelligence analyst kind of stuff. we'll see how i do. i can tell you that i wont be working for the FBI anytime soon as i have "smoked marijuana in the past three years." i wonder if i still wouldnt be eligable if i were fluent in 20 languages. i imagine i would be. teaching seems more and more like a nice idea.

im trying to figure out how much money i'll need in london. most answers point to "more than i have" but i shall survive. after all, i can just live on guiness. at least i've got a place to stay. now i need a cheap ticket. it's all very strange. it hasn't hit me yet that i'll be leaving here in a little under two months. this may be because i dont want to think about what i'll do with myself in new york. on the other hand, i should probably just realize that time is running quite short and make the most of what i've got. fuck. i really should be. what am i doing on here?

Saturday, May 07, 2005

i think i used to be funnier. i'm not sure why that is. perhaps it's just time. i think this may happen to comedians in general. i know there are comedians who i thought were hysterical five or ten years ago that just cant get a laugh out of me now. all this got me thinking about love, because, well, that's just what i tend to think about on those long walks home after a long dinner with friends and several bottles of wine. so i began to think that perhaps there is something in the pitch or tone or tempo or all of these in the human voice that resonates in perfect harmony with the ears of another particular individual. that there is something in the human voice that reverberates love in waves. that the kind words between lovers remain kind for a lifetime. that sincerity remains sincere, that humor remains funny, that honesty is carried from lips to ears in every note uttered.

but perhaps these are just the thoughts that are carried by the wind over the mediterainian and down sycamore lined boulevards.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Somewhere near the Syrian border is a long winding highway leading nowhere. To the west is the occasional army base built into the hills. To the east is the low plains controlled by the UN and beyond them the Syrian towns that once existed on our side of the border. A rare army jeep rolls by, but the road is otherwise empty and the view soon turns to one of endless untouched nature. The plain spreads to both sides and the landscape gently rolls. The high golden grass gives way to patches of tall free trees and a sparkling still pond half hidden by an untrodden hill. The nature is raw and undistrubed for some forty years now. The grass will continue to grow wild and forests may sprout. No fish in the pond shall be caught. For a hundred lifetimes this small patch of eden on earth may stay touched only by the hand of god. Thus I learned that some of the most beautiful places on earth are those laced with mines.