today was one of those days, never got further than the mailbox, it was still quite significant, got to watch my friend, on a web cam, attempt to eat a 4 1/2 lb steak at some weird little restaurant in Texas, the cleveland indians traded our best pitcher to the phillies, now i’m working on a remix for the band "fools gold".
i was also invited to a pool party by one of my fave people in the galaxy, janelle monae, so i’m not sweating it either.
reading American Pastoral by Philip Roth. he’s my new fave author. well, i’ve only read Portnoy’s Complaint, but…i’m kinda in love.
i think i’m freakin on this book cause I can identify with the central figure’s struggles. maybe not identify in the present moment, but i can “project identify” with his struggle, being the father of a four year old girl, the story is about a man who raises a daughter that grows up to become totally incomprehensibly different from him. he loves her madly, but can’t figure out what he did, during her upbringing, to “warp” her so much. i think it is fascinating, how one generation can be so completely different,ideologically, from the one before it. i am sort of terrified that it is the natural order of things for all children to think their parent’s generation is completely backwards and semi-evil. i don’t wanna be viewed that way by alabee. i also don’t wanna be this nebulous figure that she can’t relate to, or really love, like one loves their friends. so many people have completely awkward relationships with their parents. i spend a lot of time thinking about parental/child dynamics. nina has a cousin who was best friends with his father, they would take vacations together and get wasted and talk and talk for hours. why is that so rare? maybe because so many parent’s don’t really respect their children as equals, they view them as novelties, art projects, status symbols, obligations…there is always an invisible partition of awkwardness between, no flow. i just hope it’s not a part of the great design and unavoidable. we’ll see.
just returned from a wildly eventful and fantastic trip to california. the fox theater in oakland is just a bomb, yes a bomb,and a family of grenades, and all things that explode and shine in precious metal colors, like olympic gold? yes, like that. it was sweet plus cool to play in the u.s.a. again, we even got a little,awkwardly, patriotic for a moment there, i always feel so insecure talking to a group of people, situated in front of me, like an organized group of friendly participants, cause they are, and i’m one with them, but i’m the one with the loud voice amplifying device that, ostensibly, has/had something to express, something that can be articulated, something like, a rotary vision. after the hollywood bowl show, we were sitting in our hotel room, at the best western hollywood hills, if u must know,and there was a strange deodorant stick for the face, i couldn’t understand it, do people really have problems with stinky faces? not bad breath, but bad face? yes, they do. now it’s official! janelle was there too, her face was not stinky at all, ricky slept in a breath mask so…it’s possible that he was the culprit!
my friends, dan and ian, are on a road trip right now, crossing the southern portion of this country, working their way back to athens. they stopped at the grand canyon. i told dan it had been dug out by slave dinosaurs. but that was just back in the day.