unholy pretense

my friend c says i have a thing about ethan hawke, that i protest too much in my dislike, that in fact i am obsessed. he might be on to something that even i cannot admit.

at the gym i watched the interview with monseiur hawke on some early morning bullshit. i couldn't hear the interview. i could only read the closed caption. thus i learned hawke's fav band is wilko, headed by geoff tweety.

but he looks now like that lead guy in the crap band sugar ray. which makes a lot of sense. they both seem to think they're really edgy interesting creative types. and to me they seem like dave matthews, echt mainstream but in plaid so the casual viewer might think they're indie. except the plaid=indie; whisker scruff=innovative equation is ten-years old at least. which is even after i met mister hawke at a party, right after reality bites. and i said to him cause i was young and snide and bitchy and i am no longer quite any of those, 'hey, reality bites is a really good movie,' and he grabbed me by the bicep in a gesture of urgency and import and said, 'thank you, thank you so much.'

anyway, then i was cruising around on the internet and happened upon an interview kurt anderson did with him on his show studio 360, a show that is sometimes great and sometimes majorly blah, and i had to listen. twas pegged to the movie version of herr hawke's novel which i read in a very comfy chair one afternoon in a bookstore (cause i ain't gonna pay for that!) and the interview was irksome like some gal's long hair grazing your naked arm on a hot, sweaty day in the subway. someone needs to tell him he's not the greatest writer of his generation; nor the greatest filmmaker. and if it's gots to be me, it's gots to be me!

on another note: i was in a restaurant the other night and the waiter was a major qt and he had a dimple and he comped some drinks of ours and he was either a kosovar from albania or an albanian from kosovo. and so, or regardless, actually, i flirted and then asked if he wanted my number and he said yes and i gave it to him but he hasn't called and i don't 'spect him to and that's fine. it was the exchange which was pleasing meantime to me and to my old friend, k, from spain, who was in town for the weekend and helped facilitate the smoove move. thanks doll.