Fireworks are a bloody deathtrap! I’m over a hundred feet away from the detonations but even I, a man of sound body and mind, feel the judder and resultant heartquake…
is drunk and misses the symphony of fire in Vancounver
Shy, Dr, tell me you’ve seen the competition?
A great night for me—the new year. Happy new year to all.
We attended this party last night thrown by a neighbor. There were perhaps thirty people there. They hired a dj to play songs. It was the best party I’ve been in. I usually get bored easily in any gathering, but I don’t know whether it was just a fluke or this host just have a natural knack for putting together people, but it was such a great group. We didn’t know anyone there except the host.
It was a mix of languages (spanish, greek, persian, english, perhaps even japanese) but everyone were like in this harmonious speak, and everyone just migled with everyone else, and there were no hassles when it comes to talking or introducing ourselves, and no one seemed to care about how everyone looked, perhaps you can even come in pajamas with your hair tangled. The music was not too loud, we were listening to the best mix of songs I’ve heard. We were like getting a nice high on these songs, and everyone was in the best mood. The dj put together these old school r&b, pop, and dance songs. I’ve never heard any of Marc Anthony’s songs. I don’t listen to him, but this song played “Make it with you”, and I think he sang the best version of that song (he had this raspy voice), and most were like falling in love next to each other.
Anyway, perhaps it was just pure luck that the party turned out to be great.
i painted the inside of a basement closet… this is the fucking Truth and believe me. granted, it is a big closet… but NOBODY would call it a storage room. not only that, but it took all day, after patching, sanding, priming, the ceiling and two coats. i hope you are sympathizing with me… these are orders i wouldn’t give to anyone.
anyways, that was my new years eve… haunting visions of glasshalfempty meaninglessness.
“An entire show of fireworks lit up in Shigalyov’s astute brain.”
(Dostoyevsky, The Demons)