slightly flatulent.

salman rushdie just told craig ferguson that he’s big in romania.

vampire puns ensue.

Sunday,”Meditations in Suburbia”, only six hours difference for the next week, waxing moon, Chevalier de Dyonis Pinot Noir Dealu Mare 2008,” i love you” john coltrane, full from apple pie

LECŢIA ÎNTŢÎIA (lektsia î’ntîia)

Vorbesc româneşte

1 – Ei sînt din Italia, iar ea este românca.

2 – Eşti sigur ?

3 - Da, sînt foarte sigur.

4 – Sînteţi român ?

5 – Nu sînt român, sînt italian.

6 - Vorbiţi bine româneşte.

7 – Acum învăţ limba română. Sîntem în România de puţin timp.

8 Nu este român. Nu e român. Nu-i român.

I got to this part of the book ive been reading since forever the other day on the bus (maintenant la 92 du service de la RTC ou, jadis, celle qu’on appellait affectuesement la st-aug. ah! nostalgie!) i had been expecting it, not knowing where in the book though, if even at all, since you had quoted the film adaptation:

“No. I been thinkin’, long as I’m a outlaw anyways, maybe I could- Hell, I ain’t thought it out clear, Ma. Don’ worry me now. Don’ worry me.                                                                                                                     They sat silent in the coal-black cave of vines. Ma said, “How’m I gonna know ’bout you? They might kill ya an’ I wouldn’ know. They might hurt ya. How’m I gonna know?”                                                         Tom  laughed uneasily, “Well, maybe like Casy says, a fella ain’t got a soul of his own, but on’y a piece of a big one – an’ then  -  “                                                                                                                                                “Then what, Tom?”                                                                                                                                                            “Then it don’ matter. Then I’ll be all aroun’ in the dark. I’ll be ever’where – wherever you look. Wherever they’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad an’ – I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when our folks eat the stuff they raise an’ live in the houses they build – why, I’ll be there. See? God, I’m talkin’ like Casy. Comes of thinkin’ about him so much. Seems like I can see him sometimes.”

I would be hurt by the way you would choose to demonize me  on film,  unbeknownst to me.

Can we just be cool now?

doing some work at my grandparents’ this week, before i head to the medical study (G.W.A.C.C.?) grand-papa offered me a leffe and was telling me about these video-jukeboxes in the thirties, on which they use to listen to spike jones (?!)  and his city slickers sing clink, clink, another drink:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijnfdLFhn2o

yesterday was a great day for shoplifting, stolen heart

monday, october 19th, 2009, montreal, but trying to leave, under 180 pounds (81Kg)

well, this is awkward!

a blog? really, Sinbad? A BLOG!!

i know everybody’s got one of these, heck, i have a friend in Romania who checks out people’s blogs there and then pretends to be somebody else posting weird comments, anyway. it just seems so self-centered. i wont deny the fact that im vain, but this doesnt help me out.

I dunno, I guess it’s not as heavy as a typewriter, i gotta learn how at some point.

you gave me my first e-mail, back when you lived on avenue Sarah

i think you even taught me cut and paste. check this out! straight from Wiki to here: A blog (a contraction of the term “weblog“)^[1] is a type of website, usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. “Blog” can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.

you know what? this first one goes out to you! (theres only two or so people who know the existance of this thing, anyway)

Sinbad Richardson!

my God! how my life has revolved around you for the longest time. sure, i have friends that i didnt meet through you, by now i oughtta, but i cared so much about you, its been a long 2 years. I should talk about emotions here at this point, especially since im a blogger now and im not sharing plum clafoutis recipes on here. but i know youre not that into that, maybe later, im busy packing now…

why am i sooo good at making things awkward? (i should get friends who thrive off awkwardness, imagine!)

Val, first of all, thanks for writing.

secondly, totally not your fault, on avait des chose a dealer with.

thirdement, c’est vrai que cetait un peu weird, pis jsais pas pourquoi, jveux dire jpourrais aller en deep trance meditative pis trouver d’quoi de refouler a l’interieur, pis ca aurait probablement qqc a faire avec des sentiments non-exprimés à (jvais commencer à utiliser les accents, là) propos du divorce de mes parents, ou de quoi de-même. j’sais pas, il me semblait, que j’essayais pas trop de te parler ou de te payer attention, vu que le renouvellemnt entre sinbad et moi était encore frais, pis j’avais peur de sa réaction si je me montrais trop chaleureux devant toi. y’avait qq’un avec nous qui a commencé à parler quand tu m’as demandé dehors pourquoi ça serrait awkward, juste après que je commente sur tes cheveux, je pense. pis une chance, parce que j’pense, surtout dans mon état, j’aurais commencé une longue tirade, la premiere idée qui m’était venu c’est comment j’pense toujours à ton père quand j’vois un produit burt’s bees ou j’entend visions of johanna… enfin bref!

quatrièment, ouais, ca serrait cool si on pouvait tous être amis, quoique ça rajouterais a l’awkward, genre timewarp année 2006 pis y’aurait toi pis sinbad pis lise pis john, derek et jamie, martin, neyza, moi, tara pis marianne! pourquoi pas? whatever happened to marianne? i saw rebecca rosen (we’re friends now cuz we facebooked each other) and she was asking me the same thing yesterday. marianne if you see this, rebecca wants to see you, she doesn’t want things to be awkward.

mais, i dont see it happening. j’habite plus ou moins en roumanie asteur, pis cest vrai qu’à moment donné tu outgrow tes amis. ca veut pas dire que cest pas cool de catcher-up des fois, mais j’aime bien ou jsuis rendu la, jveux pas revivre les années house of slack, ça va aller, merci.

pis cinquimement, j’ai lu ton e-mail à Teodora, j’espère que tu don’t mind, elle a même compris les anglicismes. elle trip qu’elle a pu être là quand j’ai appellé sinbad chez lise et john, full saoul, un peu en joke, ou en dare, pis que maintenant on est de nouveau amis sur facebook.

bon! j’y consacre mon premier blogue pis j’finis par t’écrire un bouquin, ca correspond un peu aux deux e-mail que j’ai recu

lui:     you got a blog

this is your password

thanks for the book

toi:  ben, tu sais c’que t’as écris!

Alright well, this is fun, I might just do it again, nice way to pass the time.

And i can do it from anywhere, you say? even the library???!!!!