dead rubber soul ponchos

lot to say but nothing much to say. been in houston and  work has been crazy but still trying to take advantage of the in-theory more chill time and so have been renting lots of movies on amazon, including spy (greatly enjoyed), bridesmaids (old emo favorite, many tears, many laughs), forgetting sarah marshall (old likeable fave), and almost got my mom to watch macgruber, but trailer made no sense and she was like, “if you want to…”. also watched trainwreck, which i didn’t love. thought i was gonna love it. did not love it. the good news is now i own it.

(though i must doff my hat to colin quinn, who is in trainwreck, on whom i had a passionate crush when i was 14 and watching him on remote control. i mean look at him. you can see it. [simply] irresistible.) (photo courtesy of this site)

i have to go back to marfa tomorrow and feel like my feet are made of clod. and my eyes are also made of clod. not ready to go back, even if it’s just for two days. i want to say it’s all work related (i hope so? but that’s weird too?), but is it? will i love it when i shed the ballroom monkey? also how long can you feel like you are a diamond on the inside, but one that has been sadly wrapped in an old thick heavy smelly rubber poncho, before the diamond crumbles and you are just a thick old rubber poncho. i found this old email from 2008 where i said, “there ain’t nothing new all up in here. just fun times and fun,” and i’m like, whoa where did that diamond go. A: it is smothered under a thick old rubber poncho and on the verge of disintegrating. metaphor not to exact scale.

(thick rubber civil war soul poncho courtesy of this site)