Safe words (ALATWA #12) 27 May 2013

I am at a loss for words. This doesn't happen much. Exposure to okcupid may be the culprit. Being someone who has met people online for over half of his life, this shouldn't happen, but it inevitably does. You talk to someone with somewhat similar interests, in fact more in common than someone you've met in a long time. Sadly, the more you talk, the more you really become annoyed with the motifs that run through their conversational repertoire.

Sometimes you push to see if maybe they're just having a bad week or three and perhaps they'll pull out of it or let you in so you can understand and at least remain friends. Other times they just become tedious and need to be jettisoned. They think they've offended you and they keep apologizing; in reality, their thought patterns are destructive, depressed, or simply old hat. Often, it is all three. But life goes on.

This week should be fun. The DIVA film is Douglas Sirk's written on the wind, and I get my car keys in the mail. Wednesday I have a date in Corvallis with what appears to be a normal girl (whoa!) and I hope I get to hang with my friend Jannae. Going to play trivia at Murphy's. Then trivia at Rogue for the last Friday. It's going to be weird playing trivia in eugene on Thursdays. Also hoping to take a couple of loads of DVDs to my storage unit. I'd like to see the zombie movie Warm Bodies at the dollar theater as well. Maybe tonight?


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(Friday Life #7) 10 May 2013

"Then came the five brief, impassioned, jubilant, enigmatic years. At the gates of our own world, there was Vietnam, of course, and the first major blow to the powers that be. But here, inside our wales, what exactly was taking place? An amalgam of revolutionary and antirepressive politics? A war fought on two fronts: against social exploitation and psychic repression? A surge of libido modulated by the class struggle? Perhaps. At any rate, it is this familiar, dualistic interpretation that has laid claim to the events of those years."
Foucault, intro to Deleuze and Guattari's Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

I wander the "stacks," an insider term for the giant bookshelves that create literary hallways out of giant floors stretched-over with industrial office carpet. This is a familiar haunt. I'm trying to remember phrases from poems I read and wrote in and about my time in a library in my youth.

I was a page for two years and my memories of the place are oddly structured. I've yet to the Madeleine cookie to engage the cerebral flood but there are sketches I can produce.

The break room was downstairs, as was the hub, the offices, the central nervous system. Most of my coworkers inspired, at worst, stoicism and oftentimes much better...

More later
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Work and then some more Work (A Look at the Weekend #10) 2 May 2013

I'm pretty sure most week plans got obliterated.  I'm headed to my dad's to work and pay my stepmom back and try and try and raise money for getting caught up on my student loans.  Fun stuff.  I was planning on seeing Broken Arrow with Marie and more maybe and was also looking forward to hanging with Maddie.