Friday, November 10, 2006

dance 10 looks 3

karaoke: does a body good. did some of that shizza last night in red hook and instead of anthemic rock stuff with janis joplin/patsy cline thrown in, we sung showtunes. then i got home round midnight and read for an hour. here's something a wee embarrassing. i'm reading notes on a scandal which i was prompted to pick up by an online advertisement for a movie trailer of a flick coming out starring blanchett et densch based on this novel. it looked good, that trailer. and i thought, will read before i see the movie so as not to ruin the lit s'perience. but it was already ruined by the trailer cause the main characters in my head are now blanchett et densch, not women of my own conjuring. still, suspenseful.

the thing about that song, dance 10 looks 3, is that sometimes it accurately reflects my self image. i am a killer dancer. really. come to the disco tonight to check it out. though, this weekend it'll be more like 'i'm sorry mama, i never meant to hurt you...i never meant to make you cry but tonight, i'm cleaning out my closet.'

somebody 'winked' at me online on a dating site. i think that's dopey.

when i was in 8th grade i lived abroad for the year with my family. and we lived in a wadi (i mean, there were houses there, built in it) but across from us there were no houses. just rugged, rocky terrain. sometimes there was a guy who roamed around and i guess he sometimes exposed himself. i don't remember that. i do remember my pops called him the wadi winker. he slightly mocked him. which is kind of ironic because yrs later when i went to a movie (household saints, no less) in nyc one night with friends and realized the fat man two seats away was having at himself under his raincoat, i told my dad and mum about it. pops said to have sympathy for the dysfunctional oaf who feels the need to jerk off in public. next to nice gals like me. those guys are unwell. i am supposed to pity them. have 'rachmonos' he said, using the hebrew word for compassion. but i do not, and that is why neither a social worker nor a shrink i be.

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