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[Nov. 4th, 2007|03:03 am]

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madonna, "physical attraction"

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    Each human life possesses certain sensitivities, dove-pecked injuries, that are never noticed by the casual observer, like invisible cracks in amber.
    Words uttered unthinkingly, absentminded glances, careless gestures on the part of our fellow humans, somehow manage to avoid the wise or cynical man, bouncing off his outer wrappings, whereas they seem to follow in the tracks of other people, seeking them out from afar, like cats do certain women. You may be in the company of a certain lady, promenading or sitting in a garden, or even abord a ship, in a reverie -- not a cat in sight within miles -- yet after awhile you suddenly notice a feline lying at your lady's feet, grooming itself. Where this cat came from, you'll never know. Yet there it is, having sensed the presence of that certain woman who will appreciate it.
    It's the same way with words and other phenomena in life.

                --from Sunflower, by Gyula Krúdy, translated by John Bákti.

Thrill the World was *awesome*. Everyone brought great energy (and those of you who know blackspyder will unnerstand when I say I'm relieved he didn't show) - there were heaps of dancers -- we were the eighth largest Thriller dance worldwide! -- and everyone seemed to have a great time. We also raised over six hundred bucks for SMYRC, local queer youth group. Yah! Something I didn't tell anyone - I found out two days before the dance that there was a shorter, three-minute dance that we could've opted to use instead of the five point five minute one we used. Oh well. Everyone did a great job, so whatevs. My TTW pixx are at http://www.flickr.com/photos/91383426@N00/sets/72157602901744185/

Afterwards, several days in Seattle. First, an evening with Webster and W's friend - a reading at Elliott Bay Book Company on "Jews of Color", then Joanna Newsom w. the Seattle Symphony at Benaroya Hall, where Mel helped us find good seats, which we traded for ridiculous second-row seats. Then three days of quiet and peace in Northgate, wandering around the neighborhood while listening to the Chromatics on ipod. A rest was truly in order. Lots of sleeping, good books, and Indian food. Hurray!

Then back to Portland, where just staying organized is an everlasting challenge. Piles of books, papers, chores, ideas pressing against me, and so little time to go around... What's your secret to staying organized?

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