October 16th, 2002. Wednesday
Hey look. It's me.My parents visited on Sunday, and brought me a boatload of stuff. Lots of food. Some nice mangos. So I've been looking online for things to do with these mangos. For some reason, I've had a hankering to just beat them into some whipped cream and eat them like that. Doesn't that sound good?
On the other end of the digestive process, i cannot believe some of the unGodly things I hear in the men's bathroom here at work. Seriously, these guys should really consider some significant changes in their diets. And the sounds! Good Lord. The grunting and the panting and the "nnnnn..."ing i hear coming from the stalls is too much. Somebody's going to blow a blood vessel one of these days. I'm surprised nothing's happened yet. It's really terrible. Is this what happens in middle-age?
James and I had a fairly interesting discussion about politics last night. Lately people have expressed shock when I tell them I'm a registered republican. I can't really defend it, but I am. I guess that pretty much sums up my problem. I'm a republican, but I acknowledge that that fact needs to be explained. I guess it seems somewhat illogical. Which is ironic, because the reason I can't stand to listen to Democrats speak is because so much of their rhetoric sounds so illogical. or misinformed. Basically, I'm for common sense, and I don't see a lot of it there. And maybe I'm a little naive, but I don't think all the talk of war is some sort of distraction to make people forget about the economy. I think that's an absurd notion. Now people are saying that the boming in Bali was actually perpetrated by the U.S., because only two Americans were killed. On that point- don't you think if the U.S. had actually done this, they'd cover their tracks a little better than to only kill two Americans? It's a wee bit obvious that way. Anyway, I often forget that James and I share similar views polically. He can't stand the Democrats. Of course, being the burgeoning indie-rock start that he is, it'd be very unfashionable for him to say so. But he went on a diatribe about the economy, how no one understands the surplus, how the president can only effect fiscal policy, and how Clinton got credit for a booming economy that was really the effect of the last years of the first Bush. Anyway, to us, the democrats are the party of the simple-minded. We're not ultra conservative or anything, but we will err to the right. It's a widely unpopular view, but I really don't think it should be. If it weren't for the idiotic moral agenda, I'd have no problem with the Republicans. If you ask me, Republicanism is the new punk rock.
After that we went down to Enid's a bar on the southern border of Greenpoint, down the street from the Warsaw music venue. I've had some pretty good times in the bar in the past, and this was the first time I'd been there since moving to within walking distance of it. I was dissapointed to see they'd removed the pinball and bowling games that I'd enjoyed so much. I guess the place is too hip now. It did keep the sit-down table version of Pac Man though. Cos, you know, retro video games are cool. Anyway, a few beers were had, and we were lucky to catch the bus to and from the bar, so minimal walking was done. Which is always pleasing.Last night I had several interesting dreams. In one, my parents were looking to move into a new house, and found one atop a hill overlooking a bay and mountain in the distance. The house was huge, and they loved it, but weren't sure they could afford it. Also, the bathroom was in terrible condition, but it was also huge. I wasn't sure they should move in. But location, location, location.
After getting up to take a marathon-length wee, I reset my alarm and went back to sleep. I had an interesting little dream featuring Rodzilla. It was a weird, distorted version of her. Her face was all puffy, and she was talking in a really weird, but calm, voice. Almost like an alien. Anyway, in my dreams, even when know I'm dreaming, I never act any differently than I would in real life, even if it's a totally unrealistic scenario. Anyway, there was no build up to anything in this short dream. It just plopped me right into the action, and filled in the important bits as we went along. Probably only three minutes long. It much confirmed that I haven't been fooling myself for the past few months, and that things are exactly as they should be between me and her. Which is, not at all. Though, i guess that from the dream I could infer that they don't necessarily need to be that way.
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