sunday morning notes

1. I should be in bed. That’s probably my most frequent admonition towards myself… Heh. I tell myself that practically every night.

2. Watching Moulin Rouge at this point in my life is bad. But it’s so good. I think I’m going to rent Strictly Ballroom tomorrow night–I’m on a Baz Luhrmann kick.

3. Three and a half miles in 26 minutes and change earlier tonight. Not bad.

4. I should post this in the community, but ah well. Notch a Cavalier and an Accord in my belt this week. The Cavalier is some quasi-automotive enthusiast in the apartment complex with green underbody lights, a fart can muffler, a rear wraparound skirt (primer grey, no less), and nothing else, as far as I can tell. The Accord was on the way home from work on Thursday. Driving down 54 I spotted an older car with a “APC” banner in the back window. APC (American Products Company) is a generic stereo manufacturer and usually a sign that the owner of the vehicle invested more in the sound system than anything else, a faux pas in my book. I caught up with him and had the good luck to be next to him on the front row at a stoplight, a rare occurance on my commute. He was practically riding in the back seat he had it reclined so far, bass thumping, the whole works. The light turned green and we both eased off the line, then got into it. He hung with me through first gear, but then I looked over at him, upshifted to second, got a massive chirp from the rear wheels which obviously startled him in spite of the pumping stereo volume, and pulled away. It’s a stupid male thing, but it’s fun.

5. Had a long talk with my brother David earlier tonight about girl issues and what not. He’s in a bit of a quandary over a new interest, and was inquiring after the wisdom (ha!) of my years (double ha!) of experience. I really enjoy hanging out with him… We’re going to make an effort to get together on a weekly basis in a few months when he goes to college.

6. I’m going to try to cook something adventurous this week. Something a bit exotic. Like…I don’t know. But it’ll probably revolve around chicken. At least I have my homemade hummus and pita bread to fall back on.

7. My whole experience with her is somehow captured in the song “Home” by Deep Blue Something.

8. I wonder if Paris always exists more ideally in the minds of its admirers?

9. One of my dad’s “randomisms” (nobody, including my dad, knows where he gets these): “May the bird of paradise fly up your nose. May an elephant caress you with his toes.”

10. Bonne nuit, tout le monde. Je vous souhaite des rêves agréables et pleins de bonté.

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