5/24/10
Tom and Leela's--it's a giant garage full of crazy stuff piled up. Like books, dolls, costumes, trinkets, etc. It's unholy mess. But in the back by a desk, it's very tidy. There are discs piled up.
I borrow some stuff for later.
In the woods somewhere? Camping? Sort of Alpine setting--very calm and pretty.
Playing cards or looking at books with friends. We look at pictures of the Disney princesses in kinky outfits.
I go back to the garage to return Tom and Leela's stuff. I wipe up some kind of spill. When I get there, I see that someone has broken in and stolen a big door sized panel of cartoons and left it lying outside. Inside cartoons are cut and pasted all over. I call my dad to help clean it up. It's not as bad as I feared.
I bring some pics to Sandy. I've sorted out ones of the two of us. He's not interested.
I'm walking to the laundromat and run into Will. We go to the same one together.
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Oven; Art; Sandwich
3/1/10
At Michelle's, we're on our way out. I can feel the oven baking. Lots of crazy roommates. Accordian door.
Art exhibit. Nudity. I'm looking for something in a shrine. But all I see is a sandwich.
I wrote this down kind of garbled. I didn't sleep well that night, and couldn't remember anything in the morning. I took a nap in the afternoon and slept very hard, rare for a nap. This is what I wrote down from that. I don't remember it at all.
At Michelle's, we're on our way out. I can feel the oven baking. Lots of crazy roommates. Accordian door.
Art exhibit. Nudity. I'm looking for something in a shrine. But all I see is a sandwich.
I wrote this down kind of garbled. I didn't sleep well that night, and couldn't remember anything in the morning. I took a nap in the afternoon and slept very hard, rare for a nap. This is what I wrote down from that. I don't remember it at all.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sit In My Lap I Bite Your Face; I Prefer The Sketches
1/29/10
I'm at a camp or boarding house for girls. I sit in the spacious bathroom and a lecherous old man comes and sits in my lap. At first I'm angry but unembarassed. Then I bite him and topple him off.
I'm in a gallery, looking at series of sketches and paintings. Some are very detailed drawings and some are bold but sloppy paintings. I like the sketches best. I identify them as being by Nabakov.
Wow, my note-taking has become worse and worse. I remember the old guy and the drawings but not much action surrounding them. The drawing by Nabakov comes from visiting the Jane Austen exhibit at the Morgan Library, where there are two pages of notes by Nabakov for a lecture he used to give about Mansfield Park. He drew the barouche that the Bertrams took and even drew in where everyone was sitting. It was hasty and sloppy but kind of great.
I'm at a camp or boarding house for girls. I sit in the spacious bathroom and a lecherous old man comes and sits in my lap. At first I'm angry but unembarassed. Then I bite him and topple him off.
I'm in a gallery, looking at series of sketches and paintings. Some are very detailed drawings and some are bold but sloppy paintings. I like the sketches best. I identify them as being by Nabakov.
Wow, my note-taking has become worse and worse. I remember the old guy and the drawings but not much action surrounding them. The drawing by Nabakov comes from visiting the Jane Austen exhibit at the Morgan Library, where there are two pages of notes by Nabakov for a lecture he used to give about Mansfield Park. He drew the barouche that the Bertrams took and even drew in where everyone was sitting. It was hasty and sloppy but kind of great.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Young Bartending; Drinking in the Bathroom; Shoe Puppets; Monster Slayer on the Train
1/25/20
At a small, chic bar, I'm surprised to see my friend D is bartending. He gets me a big drink and tells me that he's lucked into this job but hates it. He goes around, being a horrible bartender. He ignores people and gives them like his sock instead of a drink. One of his bosses says they admire his working through school. Without thinking I blurt that he's not in school, he's too old. But then I look at him again and he's become a pudgy, round-faced youth. I pull him aside and apologize and explain I might have blown his cover. I didn't realize he was here incognito.
Then I'm a waitress, on a ship or something. Or I've been mistaken for a waitress. I find myself trapped in a corner with some grouchy old ladies. One of them asks if I can take an order. I don't have a book of restaurant tickets, but I have my memo pad from the office, so I write down what she wants and scamper off.
I'm in a spacious, nicely decorated bathroom of a farmhouse in Rhode Isalnd. I'm with a guy I know and we're having plum wine or sake out of little ceramic cups. I'm either revving up for a date or trying to avoid one, I can't remember.
The bathroom opens out into a hallway which turns into a narrow, dark beach. There's a collection of old shoes. I take two thong sandals and draw little faces on them and put them on my hands. This is part of an old tradition of shoe puppets.
On a train, a young woman who is a monster slayer is putting together pieces of paper like a puzzle to show a copy of the tapestry that shows her killing a monster.
I feel like I had lots of disconnected dreams last night, which I usually don't. Maybe I wasn't sleeping well and kept waking up? The biggest impression I have from all the dreams was a sort of summery, rollicking feel to them, especially drinking in the bathroom.
At a small, chic bar, I'm surprised to see my friend D is bartending. He gets me a big drink and tells me that he's lucked into this job but hates it. He goes around, being a horrible bartender. He ignores people and gives them like his sock instead of a drink. One of his bosses says they admire his working through school. Without thinking I blurt that he's not in school, he's too old. But then I look at him again and he's become a pudgy, round-faced youth. I pull him aside and apologize and explain I might have blown his cover. I didn't realize he was here incognito.
Then I'm a waitress, on a ship or something. Or I've been mistaken for a waitress. I find myself trapped in a corner with some grouchy old ladies. One of them asks if I can take an order. I don't have a book of restaurant tickets, but I have my memo pad from the office, so I write down what she wants and scamper off.
I'm in a spacious, nicely decorated bathroom of a farmhouse in Rhode Isalnd. I'm with a guy I know and we're having plum wine or sake out of little ceramic cups. I'm either revving up for a date or trying to avoid one, I can't remember.
The bathroom opens out into a hallway which turns into a narrow, dark beach. There's a collection of old shoes. I take two thong sandals and draw little faces on them and put them on my hands. This is part of an old tradition of shoe puppets.
On a train, a young woman who is a monster slayer is putting together pieces of paper like a puzzle to show a copy of the tapestry that shows her killing a monster.
I feel like I had lots of disconnected dreams last night, which I usually don't. Maybe I wasn't sleeping well and kept waking up? The biggest impression I have from all the dreams was a sort of summery, rollicking feel to them, especially drinking in the bathroom.
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