(Growing up I’d watch these old shows on the TV with my mom, and I watched “Bewitched” and I had the hugest crush on this woman, like every little boy did, and I still do, maybe…).
(Source: valentinovamp, via mudwerks)
last night i had a funny dream. i dreamed i was eating in this japanese restaurant. it was a seedy place and i walked in through the back door from the alley. it was just past dark. at the restaurant there was a small bar with four stools. i sat on the one closest the door. at the far end an older man sat and then an empty stool and sitting next to me was a young woman. it was clear that the older man and younger woman were a couple but at the moment he wanted nothing to do with her, they must have had a row. the young woman, blonde and wearing dark pink lipstick, was completely soused. i ordered a beer and she immediately began talking to me, leaning on me, touching my face, and before i knew what had happened she was kissing me full on on the mouth with slow, wet, lingering lips—i can still feel it now—and for a moment i was lost in the kiss… i quickly regained the situation and began to look over at the man to whom this woman belonged. while he was aware, he could’ve given a damn, he sat squarely, deliberately not looking at us, just focussed on his drink. the middle of the dream is fuzzy, but next i remember passing a landed boat and going up some stairs to what i imagine was my(?) loft apartment, within which was a great deal of art, some in crates and some spilling out of it, which i remembered i had to show to some people, potential buyers… that’s all i remember… but that kiss though, that kiss i will remember forever; that kiss happened, that kiss was real…
"Never ever ever fall in love. Under no circumstances. Have babies. Kill. Do everything under God’s blue sky, but never ever ever fall in love. If you must fall in love, fall in love with ideas. Ideas alone change the world. Ideas alone are beautiful. If you must fall in love, fall in love with ideas. Ideas alone bring joy and peace. Ideas alone endure."
(I found this on my hard drive. I think I wrote it(?). Sometimes I can be a real idiot…).
But! the biggest news of the day is this!: quite some time ago, I frequented (don’t judge, ok?) this one particular Starbucks location. I would often see this “couple” there. He was a gentleman in his middle thirties, she a woman in her late twenties. The couple fascinated me, largely in part because I could never, from a distance, figure out their relationship. It was possible that they were father / daughter (if he had had her very young and / or looked very young for his age; it was possible that they were lovers because of their intimacy, intunement, and genuine care and respect for one another; it was possible that they were uncle and niece; it was possible that they were employer / employee; it was possibe that they were, simply, friends…
I saw them often enough to gather lots of information, but nothing conclusive, nothing decisive. I’m sure they noticed me noticing them a time or two, but maybe not; I’m terrific at clandestine observation (I wanted to be a spy when I grew up, later on a diplomat—I would have been brilliant at either) but my trick is this, if all eyes are on you, then no one particularly notices your eyes back on them—they bring information to you, no need going after it. I digress. Well today I had the benefit of sitting next to him (they were together, again) at the bar, and the further benefit of eavesdropping on their conversation. (Look, I’m a writer, I’m just doing my job, ok?)
After so very long in wondering (I won’t even say how long) I finally, quite anti-climactically, got my answer. The man matter-of-factly related to the young woman the last time he saw his wife, from whom he is now separated; then the young woman asked about the man’s daughter. The man’s back faced me, so while they had their conversation I had the benefit of seeing the gravity of sadness on her face, and the momentary breaks into private thought as she considered the facts and consequences of it all. She probably cared as much for this man in that moment as his former wife did, at the very least she sincerely understood and in understanding felt the rending too.
Quite an eventful morning! I’m glad I was where I was this morning. I’m often exactly where I need to be exactly when I need to be there. That fact has proven to be true time and again, today being no exception.
i’ve been watching this young Ukrainian man sitting at the next table sleep (while sitting up) for at least the past hour. i’ve worried frequently that he might topple over but he always righted himself at just the right moment. he suddenly woke up and we chatted a bit about the importance of sleep (naps in particular) and the significance of dreams and lucid states of consciousness to a variety of creatives and intellectuals including, Franklin, Edison (my hero!!), and me!! lol
#i think i'll have korean food for lunch today...
#am i ridiculous?
a very nice, elderly Korean man just came up to me (i’m in this Starbucks right now) and told me his daughter is coming to the US from Korea and he wanted to help her find good elementary schools for his grandchildren in Pasadena, and would I mind looking up some information for him on the internet? so, he walked away with a list of schools, addresses and phone numbers… stuff like this makes my day!! :)
"It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely."
"You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children."
"Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman)."
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Strikes me that the two desires very much go together, no?
(Source: feellng, via lifeconstellations)