the idiot talks.

it's worryingly easy to forget literature and company, sit by the television and gather fuzz in your belly everytime you watch a make-believe kiss take on the quality of something real.

today

sometimes a single string of words beaded together in a corner of the earth i might not see in my lifetime makes me lose sleep. for the next few days, my doodles will inevitably show semblance to that little line.

towards the end of the sea, john banville is questioning life and his relationship with his wife anna and i'm engaged and agreeing with it all when suddenly i read this:

'who was to know me, if not anna? who was to know anna, if not i?'

it killed me. made me feel like i was named anna only so i could have extra goosebumps when i read that.

write a blog, appease a friend.

my friend isha reacted pretty violently when she found out i had a blog. to let her know that everything still revolves around her, i'm doing a list of reasons why that won't change.

* 9 out of 10 times she will get exactly what i'm saying, no matter how obscure the reference. this is a rare friend thing. it's like we were given the same books to read while we were growing up. of course, this usually means the sound of two people (she and i) laughing and the rest judging. loudly.

* she studied math in college. respect. last night i had a dream that i was in school again and math was no longer an optional subject for arts students. i woke up with a headache.

* for her hommade pina colada making skills and the ability to create delicious dip out of anything that might be in her fridge.

* bizarre, fun words form themselves when we talk to each other.

* she can make whatever she wears look awesome. a gift very few people are given. i swear, this girl can work a sack.

* sometimes when she's annoyed with her curls she'll pile them all on top of her head in a little bun. i call it her buddha bun. it is the darlingest thing.

* she understands why charlie the unicorn is hilarious.

* we usually crave the same thing at the same time which is both wonderful and convenient.

* most of my best memories of bombay are memories of her.

i wooed this girl into being my friend (long story) and there's no way i'm letting a little bit of cyberspace get in our way.

you know i love you, cat. now can i keep the blog?