10-28-2005 1:08 am
its late. im sitting in campus grounds with jordan. i like it here. something is playing over the speakers in the ceiling but its too soft to hear anything more than a drum beat and slow reggae sound. hot hot heat is playing in my head. one of the songs i put on my amazing psyche mix cd for the personality study today. every now and then, one of the targets would start swaying to the beat. it made me happy.
the back room of the coffee shop is quiet but i suspect it always is. there are four other people in here but only jordan and i are sharing the big couch. we arent speaking. i am enjoying just being here. ive never really spent quality time with her before. and though its silent, i love it here.
im amazed somehow at how much of a real coffee shop this is. i mean of course its a real shop but its got big soft pillowy brown couches and hardwood floors and wooden tables and wonderful blue and yellow lamps. old copies of the Howler sit on a bookshelf. i found my father in a couple of them. strange to see him there when im here too. just a 31 year delay. i cant figure out why naked women are captured with such color and design in one painting on the wall. even more perplexing, a group of four rectangles, two smaller ones on two larger ones, with a couple inches of gap - window panes basically. the canvas pops from the wall 3 inches or so to display its fire-ish scene. the paint wraps around the 3 inches so the entire surface of the art is painted. i wonder if the artist painted it flat - then cut it up and put it on boards . i couldnt cut up art like that. maybe he planned it that way and drew perforated lines on the canvas first so it would be ok to cut later. just to reassure himself.
someone left an empty cup and straw sitting on the window ledge and theres a big comfortable looking tan square pillow below it. couple copies of the wall street journal on the table in front of me. anytime i say the word 'comfortable' it reminds me of the Dave concerts. i wonder about you. oh, and i still have all those text messages.
the walls in here are painted and i love it. the east-west walls are a comfortable, easy, low, earthy, clay-like red and the north-south walls are a complimentary non-metallic gold. even the air conduction pipes are painted, but with a little texture. i like them some of the best.
oh and beside the smaller couch across the corner from me theres a double-white lamp that looks like its about half done with mitosis. i dont even know what that means. a second ago they turned up the music louder like they wanted us to leave then turned it off. then put it back on something different at a medium volume.
its been a long time since ive written with a pen and paper. i miss it.
jordan looks like she always does but its acting like she cant focus anymore. she shuffles papers too quickly to be perfectly relaxed. shes staring at words trying to memorize their placement on the page, just to recall it once, in a couple hours. i know, ive done it before. i can see her toes stick out from under her leg. reminds me of someone else.
when the small blue wall lights make the gold wall blue in two perfect rectangles to the left and right, it looks like the wall has a big blue band-aid on.
and the ceiling is really tall here and a little bit domed. and white. its a little bit beautiful.
the back room of the coffee shop is quiet but i suspect it always is. there are four other people in here but only jordan and i are sharing the big couch. we arent speaking. i am enjoying just being here. ive never really spent quality time with her before. and though its silent, i love it here.
im amazed somehow at how much of a real coffee shop this is. i mean of course its a real shop but its got big soft pillowy brown couches and hardwood floors and wooden tables and wonderful blue and yellow lamps. old copies of the Howler sit on a bookshelf. i found my father in a couple of them. strange to see him there when im here too. just a 31 year delay. i cant figure out why naked women are captured with such color and design in one painting on the wall. even more perplexing, a group of four rectangles, two smaller ones on two larger ones, with a couple inches of gap - window panes basically. the canvas pops from the wall 3 inches or so to display its fire-ish scene. the paint wraps around the 3 inches so the entire surface of the art is painted. i wonder if the artist painted it flat - then cut it up and put it on boards . i couldnt cut up art like that. maybe he planned it that way and drew perforated lines on the canvas first so it would be ok to cut later. just to reassure himself.
someone left an empty cup and straw sitting on the window ledge and theres a big comfortable looking tan square pillow below it. couple copies of the wall street journal on the table in front of me. anytime i say the word 'comfortable' it reminds me of the Dave concerts. i wonder about you. oh, and i still have all those text messages.
the walls in here are painted and i love it. the east-west walls are a comfortable, easy, low, earthy, clay-like red and the north-south walls are a complimentary non-metallic gold. even the air conduction pipes are painted, but with a little texture. i like them some of the best.
oh and beside the smaller couch across the corner from me theres a double-white lamp that looks like its about half done with mitosis. i dont even know what that means. a second ago they turned up the music louder like they wanted us to leave then turned it off. then put it back on something different at a medium volume.
its been a long time since ive written with a pen and paper. i miss it.
jordan looks like she always does but its acting like she cant focus anymore. she shuffles papers too quickly to be perfectly relaxed. shes staring at words trying to memorize their placement on the page, just to recall it once, in a couple hours. i know, ive done it before. i can see her toes stick out from under her leg. reminds me of someone else.
when the small blue wall lights make the gold wall blue in two perfect rectangles to the left and right, it looks like the wall has a big blue band-aid on.
and the ceiling is really tall here and a little bit domed. and white. its a little bit beautiful.
posted by sunshine at 2:06 AM
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What a beautiful blog theme. One of the better ones I've came across. Well done. Keep up the good job.
Jack
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