12:11 P.M EST -- 01.27.03 c.e

hello..
i walked around in the frigid cold today.
a childhood friend called BDG forgot that we had a lunch date.
so i wandered uptown - didn't have work today - munched meditatively..
on Haribo gummi bears.. found myself in the cirkus of Times Square and
decided it would be best if i visited lady RK at her workplace.
she made me mango ceylon tea. we talked about planets, houses, and so forth.

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so i thought about a marriage - this site and the one on livejournal..
however, i feel that each site has a different flavor and different visitors..
here, i can be obtuse, addle-brained, and dive deeply into the non-sequitur freely..
sure, i can do the same on the LV [user: schmebs], but i like the white vastness of this place..
it is empty, and full all at the same time.. and go multi-dimensional.
the only thing that would be a bother is the html work.. but it is minimal.
i like minimal and dimly lit anonymous. i embrace it. it echoes..echo? echo?

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tonight, my mum and i sat around the kitchen table,
having a nice conversation and watching funny Korean commercials..
she described a trumpet concert she and my dad went to at church..
she then sang some melodies she heard at the concert, waving her hands about.
times like these, i really wish i had a tape recorder of some sort..
it would have been brilliant if her singing could be samples inserted in some music.

i've been spending heaps of time with my parents.
for others, it would be a personal nightmare, but i'm lucky to be good friends with them.
i make boti cha [root tea] for my dad and give him shoulder massages.
i sit with my mum and teach her how to use the PC.
and then i draw pictures for hours.

now 9 more days of this amerikan reality.
i feel like i've been going through a massive cycle during my time here..
womb, rebirth, gestation, death, and so forth - all in me head.
going a bit mythical - the descent of Inanna. sort of.
damn, i've been through so much in the past 3 years, it seems like i'm still processing the tsunami force of information.

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so now reading 'Flatterland' by Ian Stewart, a brit. it's cute, but too many puns..
[i.e - polygon with the wind, tales of two circles...]
he goes beyond the 4th dimension.. saying that there are hundreds..
because each dimension is about 1 earthly second long..

ahhh, this always feels good.
take care - O, wintry days.

d......