monday march 5 2001    |    2:28 a.m.

home
home again
i like to be there
when i can

sitting here with eyes glazing over typing to him and just letting the warm glow of home soak into my skin. it is so good to be back.

today i did indeed wake up to the smell of freshly-brewed colombian, at noonish, and sat in the living-room with my mom chatting and leafing through the newspaper, which i haven't done in weeks, and which felt better than spa treatment or whatever. eventually we went to walk the length of lincoln road -- i forget sometimes how beautiful south beach really is -- and have coffee at books&books and watch before night falls. javier bardem is heavenly. what a man. (rowr.) and what a performance. what a film! i would attempt to go into this further, but i'm too tired and uninspired to do it much justice. but wonderful, wonderful. fuck the oscars. easily the best movie i've seen in a long time. alongside crouching tiger....

it's hard to express how i feel right now. the pounding in my head is gone. the pressure is gone. the poems look good again. the rain tonight tasted like salt and earth and running to the car with my mom across traffic and flower vendors and pedestrians in flip-flops was the most fun i've had in weeks. and there is more love in this house than -- well, i don't know, but there is a lot of damn love in this house. i think we have good ch'i or whatever. plus my family rocks.

yes, as you can see i am not exactly wordsmithing at the moment. but i don't care. this is a good-karmic, honest little entry and i'm proud of it. so there.

hung out with joel and briefly chris f_ at the airport. we ate at max and erma's (?), which joel picked out for me because one can smoke in there, and we hung out for a good two hours until our respective flights boarded. why joel and i are friends is a mystery. except we read through each other's bullshit. and we are two of the least politically correct people on this earth. and we like to think we're pretentious as fuck but disguise it well (which is probably not true). so we get along. had a great time. and talked to a very nice man en route to atlanta.

yeah. things are good on the home-front.

more & hopefully better-worded tomorrow or thereabouts.