Poptarticus

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Archive for September, 2006

We’ve Been Had

Monday, September 11th, 2006

Anniversary day, and I can’t seem to get this melody out of my head.

Isn’t it weird how, at the end of the summer, all of a sudden everything changes? I’ve been so sleepy, as though I am going into hibernation mode. It’s cooler at night, and everyone is suddenly walking around with hoodies and jeans. My floor is cold in the morning. Tonight I actually had to find a pair of sweats to put on. I have a lot of sweats. I forgot about that.

What happened to the summer? What happened to the last two months? One minute, Radiohead was coming, and then I blinked, and then it was now. Were the last few weeks so boring I slept through them or something? I’m not sure they were exacly fun.

Anyhow my book is almost done and I am leaving for Spain in just a few days. And when I get home it really, truly will be Fall.

Onward.

Why We Love Jeffrey

Friday, September 8th, 2006

OK. Maybe this is not why we love Jeffrey, after all.

Happy Birthday Tommy. Love, Sis

Wednesday, September 6th, 2006

My brother’s 40th birthday is tomorrow and I just want to get this in today in case he checks in the morning:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM! YOU ROCK.

Last year I had my 40th in Sicily, with people I love. This year Tom will have his in Belgium, with people he loves. I wish I was there, but I can be there in spirit. Yum, frites taste GOOD.

Anyway Tom, if you get this (or Kasch if you read this print it and bring it to him) I want to say I love you and I am proud of you, little brother. Have a fantastic day.

All my readers feel free to leave Tom a little birthday message of your own. ESPECIALLY the ones who know him…

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The Silver Thread

Monday, September 4th, 2006

This one is for Kasch. She wants me to write something.

Writing is hard sometimes. I struggle with my own voice. I wish for more discipline, but I hate what discipline does to my voice. It’s a bitter battle, so thanks god I am not relying on this for my income. I do this for myself, I do this for my friends, I do this for a woman in Berlin who I have not yet met by maybe could be someone I know for the rest of my life.

Life is weird that way. All day, actually for a few days, I have been thinking of the connections between people, how they can all of a sudden just happen, just like that. There you are, just like that, you have a friend and a sister, living in a different reality. She sits in a European city, lonely, thinking of someone we both love while it rains outside. The image has entered MY reality. The lines are clear. The connection is strong.

When I was young, I met a rich guy who was in and out of my life for a number of years. I first met him when I was fifteen, then for the next few years, I ran into him here and there, in weird places, like the Orange County airport. He was kind of a weird guy – he had various businesses and was into holistics, but at the same time he was also, basically, a drug trafficker. When we finally hooked up in a more-than-just-running-into-you way, I was twenty, and he was on trial. He went to jail for a while, but when he got out, I saw him from time to time (again) in San Francisco, where we would go out to a fancy dinner, then a bar, then I would castrate him vocally for a while, which he loved. Then I would drive his ginormous expensive car all over the place when I should definitely not have been driving. It was the late eighties. We got away with a lot back then.

Anyway. What I am getting at is this weird connection thing, and it is about to get weirder. I believe in reincarnation, and there was something with this person that transcended normality. When I looked at him in the beginning, later on when our relationship took on this bizarre mother/son/castrator mode, whatever it was, it was deep. Then one day I learned that in a past life I was a German nightclub singer in World War II who was killed by an American bomb at the age of nineteen. Telling this to my millionaire friend, HE tells me he was an German officer in World War II, who was killed by his own government because he was not doing what they wanted. Now, I know this all sounds totally crazy and farfetched, but seriously. I screwed around with that guy before we both died back in 1944 or whatever, and that is why we kept running into each other in this lifetime. We have a thread that ties us together and it will go on and on until we resolve whatever it is we need to resolve (which we, I am quite certain, did not accomplish in this lifetime. More fun is yet to come.)

So, Kasch. There is a thread that ties us together, made of silver silk. Made of memories, from the past and the future, and from right now. THIS is the memory, the moment between jumping off the cliff and hitting the water, the moment between entering the club and the lead singer taking the stage. Or the drummer. Heh.

I see the silver thread that connects us. It is weird, but it is there. Now I want the whole suit.