just look over your shoulder
-Walter R. Brooks,
The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig
One of the beautiful things about having a mental state like mine over the past couple of months is that in order to make up for the canyons, the mountains are pretty fucking huge.
Went karaoke-ing with Erin, Rayray, Sparky, Carina, Shawna, Jaegermeister, and Oh last night. Holy mother of Dude, did we rock ass. Oh busted out the Frank Sinatra and dropped jaws across the whole bar. Sparky did “Rapture” - yes, the Blondie song - and I have never loved him more in my life. Jaeger sang “Killing Me Softly”, and when the background music was wrong, she just continued a capella, like something out of a movie. Erin and I did both “What’s up” and “Livin’ on the Edge”, since Aerosmith is my karaoke fave. There were re-enactments of song lyrics, there were random Cher dance breaks, all in all it was an amazing evening, which ended with all the people I love from all the different parts of my life getting along.
For those of you who have been following the boydrama, here’s an update. He was totally oblivious, and had no idea that she was actually a piranha in a miniskirt. He got to her place, they played Boggle, and when she unveiled her evil master plan for him, he said “Um, you’re a freak.” and went home.
Heh. Heh. Boggle.
In other news, the word of the day is synchronicity. Through working on my show, we talk a lot about “coincidence”, and have all been discovering it in our lives. Here’s a little snippet…
I have been keeping a personal journal of coincidence for thirty years. After a very fruitful year or two, the question arises forcefully in the seeking mind … was I simply more aware of coincidences by keeping this journal - or was I … making them … happen?
In any case, [a] convincing [example] from the collection:
Alphonso Bedoya was crossing Prince’s Canal in Amsterdam. He was struck and killed by a green taxi carrying a passenger named Ravensburg. His brother, Armando Bedoya, was also struck and killed, in Amsterdam, while crossing Prince’s Canal, by a green taxi - carrying a passenger named Ravensburg - ten years later. FACT.
-Mrs. Lammle, Dark Ride, Len Jenkin
Some examples recently from my own life. I am out at the Laptop Battle with Oh and Erin and Timmy and Willow and Sam on Friday night. Oh finally gets the chance to look at my tattoo, and asks what it means. “It’s ancient Greek,” I say. “It means ‘Beauty is Terror’.” His jaw drops, and he says “I have been reading The Secret History every waking minute for the past three days. I can’t put it down!” This book is, without a doubt, the most influencial of my life, and is in fact where the quote came from. FACT.
A second example - it’s Saturday night, and I am supposed to pick up Sparky and then Oh on our way to karaoke. I am running late, because all of my fun going-out-clothes are in the drier and are JUST NOT GETTING DRY. I am late getting to Sparky’s, but he doesn’t mind. We take off, and my phone rings. He answers, saying “Hello, Freesia’s phone?” It’s Oh, telling us he is also running late. We arrive at his house, and he opens the door shirtless. He says “I’m really sorry, you guys, but all of my clothes are in the drier and none of them are dry yet.” FACT.
My mother’s favorite catch phrase is “There are no coincidences.” FACT.
It’s good to be back on the mountain. We’ll see how long it lasts.
Hush, you! ;)
Don’t you remember that episode of Felicity when she and Nole are playing Boggle, and things get hot and heavy?