Lunch was at chipotle again today, as maintenance still has not fixed my fridge. Kenny and I are in line after this girl who looked to be wearing leather shoes and knee-high multicolor striped socks. She looked like some kind of Eastern European schoolgirl.
After I asked for lots of cheese and guacamole...
Girl: (earnestly) You're amazing!
Me: (long pause) ...yeah? Um, thanks.
Apparently she was complimenting me on my confidence in demanding an adequately sized burrito, but for several seconds I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
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i for one am not surprised that at the girls response. its the eyes man i'm tellin you its the eyes.
have you read ender's game? because it seems to me that if one were to write blogs thats how it should be done.
and now for the original reason i came to comment before i read your "amazing" story and laughed because its awesome:
have you ever noticed how the eastern sky is always darker, more mysterious/ fills your heart with sadness so much more than the western sky ever does? maybe its all the long bus rides i've taken to and from ny staring out a frozen window watching the sunset clash against the cold and the unforgiving concrete comprises the northeast. boston/newyork is filled with more sadness than i ever get on the west coast and its weird because life in all points west is so happy go lucky. Representative of summer and calm and the ocean and the beaches and the sand and the heat. And everything else in comparison causes heartache for reasons that escape me. I look at the sunset here and despite its beauty, the sun melting a fruity whirlwind into the clouds and snow, it still fills my heart with a deep sadness that i do not understand. Escribe on that bmt why is the eastern sky so much different than the western sky?
brb
I have indeed read Ender's Game...sometime in high school. It's a good one. With that in mind, go read Snow Crash. It is excellent science fiction.
I guess this comes back to our discussion of reality/unreality and how we look at our summer vacations in different lights. I find the sunsets in the western summer sky to be far more emotional than the ones here back east, most likely because everything back home is tinged with memory and bittersweet nostalgia. I remember looking up at the same sun in the same sky, setting behind the same houses when I was twelve. I think back at all the people who have come and gone through my house who I may never see again, and consider how much time has passed since I knew them. It's the continuity that gets me. Maybe on some level I'm bothered by the fact that I still spend my summers in the same place I've always spent them, but I don't think what I feel is simply a kind of lament at not living a more varied and exciting life. Oddly enough, I relish the melancholy I feel when I look out at the sky and remember being a child. There are so many things that remind me of my childhood, so much memory. The most emotional sound in the world for me is the sound of the swamp cooler in my house (while still comes on in the summer, and still sounds the same). I remember being little and sitting in my room, watching the sun set outside, and the only sound in the house (my mom would usually be asleep by this time) was the swamp cooler. To this day, I don't so much hear the swamp cooler with my ears, as something outside myself, but I FEEL it somewhere in my chest. The sound hollows out my whole body and echoes until I feel like I'm twelve again. Every sunset reminds me of the passage of time - another day gone in a final conflagration that sets sky and cloud alight before darkness falls.
I don't have roots here. I don't feel time as deeply here. I'm not constantly reminded of every day I've ever lived here - every time I've seen that certain shade of orange on the sidewalk in front of my house, or heard the wind chimes down the street, or sat quietly in my room and listened to the swamp cooler.
I'm gonna read speaker for the dead next then i'll move on to snow crash. Btw if i ever had a blog it would be called speaker for the dead
its the same thing i think. I just notice it more when i'm here. Mainly because i look up at the sky and expect it to be the same, but its not the same sky. It reminds me of everything thats lacking here that exists back home. I went to class today at 7 and its just weird to think that at the same time Mike was driving home from work sitting in traffic on the 405. I hated it before because work was no fun but in my memory it seems so friendly. It's weird how outta sight outta mind works. everything thats not in front of me ceases to exist. its just an abstract idea. the eastern sky however suddenly gives life and proof to memories. time and space make fools of us all.
brb
Ditto on the eyes. Guacamole incubus. Think I've got to draw one of those one day. Draw it and stick it on your wall.
Wrt demanding an adequately sized burrito - note my painful self-discipline in avoiding all possibilities for innuendo - I give you this:
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/08/28/funny-pictures-thats-how-i-roll/
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