sunday may 6 2001    |    7:03 p.m.

this weekend has been ridiculous. ridiculously good. it might not measure up to true rockstar-party-dom (no jets, fast cars, hotel rooms, coke, or groupies were involved), but for someone who's been stuck in the boondocks of ohio for weeks with little respite, it was pretty damn exciting. or at the very least different.

i shrugged off all work until today and decided to just try to chill and relax and lift the funk that had been settling for the past several weeks. on friday i ran into old friends at 3 a.m. and we decided it was too early to call it a night. we threw some beers into our pants pockets and smoked some pot and took some for the road, and headed to the playing fields. we ran and romped and wrestled and buried in the grass and frolicked and got dandelion seeds in our hair and grass down our pants: like we'd been chained to a brick house (boom-ch boom-ch) in siberia for years and had just been released into the wilds of ohio. as it started to dawn, we walked back up the hill and sat on some girl's porch in the aclands watching the sunrise and smoking some more.

actually i saw the girl again at the cove last night, and the guy who was there also came and said hi as i was leaving the cove. it was such a random hangout session, and we so randomly ran into each other again the next night, that they were sort of intimate reunions. you know? when you share something sort of beautiful with people that you'll probably never see again. ephemerality, or something of the kind.

i crashed at seven in the morning, woke up at two or three in the afternoon, had coffee with her and then dinner bricks and then we went to the horn gallery with kaliis, who was putting on a poetry slam. but nobody showed up, so we had the entire horn to ourselves for a good few hours: a microphone and empty folding chairs and couches and a pretty serious stereo system and english-countryside view and cloves. so we read some poems and talked and hung out, and then we went to the market to buy some beer and drink it in becky's room. (thank you becky.)

and so, ok, a little backstory now. brucelee had called my radio show two or so weeks ago, i suppose to reestablish contact or whatever. it had been a long long time and the idea of talking to him again sounded less than appealing. so there were a few more instances of call-and-avoidance after that, and then i saw him yesterday.

becky and i were having coffee outside of farr, when brucelee and his roommate walked by us, both in matching wifebeaters, and apparently wasted. (it's been a debaucherous weekend, this one: across the board.) they stopped and there was some small talk and then brucelee asked me what i was doing that night, and somehow we agreed to hang out. so becky and i went over to his place last night. i was pretty skeptical at first -- we didn't get along so well the first time around, so why bother now, one week away from never seeing him again? but i figured it would be interesting at least. as it turned out, i had a better time than i could have predicted. a friend from new york was visiting brucelee, so he was there too, and he and the roommate were particularly cool and interesting and fun and engaging. brucelee was his usual caustic self, which i enjoy despite myself -- and i'm sorry, wifebeater or not, he looked pretty damn good. rowr. so. anyway.

we went to the cove and some sketchy old man bought us all drinks, and we drank, and hung out until closing, and then left. and, well, let's just say it was a really good night.

strange as all hell, but good.

somewhere in there, i did shots with jimbo and becky. i don't even remember what they were, but they were good. he was watching tv in these little shorts, and i think he was slightly uncomfortable, doing shots with these two chicks... i love jimbo. suppose i should stop teasing him about david foster wallace. (his work kicks ass in its own right.)

so today i am completely out of it. i walked around the fields with julie and drank juice and water and put something in my stomach finally. i want to reduce my existence to intermittently taking naps and showers, naps and showers, naps and showers.

but actually i have to write a paper.

today: depeche mode. speak and spell through some great reward. filming and dreaming . . . / dreaming of me dave gahan is in the air.