||[Jan. 7th, 2008|04:40 pm]
an amateur historian
|||||The Beach Boys - Caroline No (Mono Version)||]|
"In a sense, of course, I understand that everything is my own--in the way we are known for the stories we choose to tell or the art we keep in our living rooms. What follows is offered in the spirit of someone open and vain enough to let you into his house. It's possible that a part of him always had you in mind." -Stephen Dunn, p.22
i had a dream the other night of a talking rabbit wearing a bowler hat and smoking a pipe. he turned to my and took the pipe out his mouth. he didn't say anything which makes me wonder why i thought he could talk. i remember thinking how good i thought the rabbit looked in that bowler hat. and whether or not that pipe he had was mine... that maybe he took it from my bookshelf at home.
well, i haven't lost my mind. that's cool.
i've been paying attention to the presidential debates lately and am more annoyed than i thought i would be at this point. yeah, i know: already. how about that ron paul, though... interesting cat, that fella.
what's up with the saying, "i let the cat out of the bag"? anyway, i think i did that the other night. i'm regretting spending the evening alone at home on new year's eve. i should have gone to the party in pleasant grove, goddamnit. there are few times i want to be sitting here in my office less than i do right now. my feet are so cold. i got an unexpected letter the other day from an old friend i haven't seen in a long long time. this left me feeling full of joy. i have yet to write him back. i'm reading a lot of books these days. i haven't been buying much. what is today? monday?