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