So What Else Is Going On?I took about a week off from study and just chilled the fuck out. Nothing extravagant, just kickin it in TN. Now I'm back on the wagon and reading Kant so as to write a paper about it. Hopefully I'll be done with the gathering stage sot hat I can actually try to smooth it out in writing. Then it'll be up to NY for Marty's wedding. I've been making some calls to NY types so as to coordinate a get together with some of them. We'll see what pans out.
Otherwise not much to report. I've been doing a fair amount of writing, but don't have the book on me to share with you at the moment. Perhaps next time.
Big hello to all. I guess Built to Spill will be playing in Nashville soon, so I gotta check them out!
Continued...ok. So I ran out to the lobby for one last check to see if D. happened to show up. No such luck, so I run back into the theater to catch the beginning of the film. About 5 minutes into it in strolls D. saying that he'd been waiting outside for me. C'mon...don't you check the lobby if you're meeting somebody for a movie? Fine. So we're watching the movie and things are fine until his cell phone goes off - and he leaves the theater to answer it. Bad enough, but at least he didn't have a conversation in the theater. So after a cigarette and a trip to the concession stand, he's back. One would think that a guy who is allegedly into film would shut his damn phone off. You'd think that, wouldn't you? Apparently that's not true when you go to a movie with inconsiderate cell phone guy or whatever theaters call it. It went off like 4 more times, and before the end of this classic of French New Wave cinema, he fell asleep. AWFUL. Afterwards, he informed me that he much preferred Godard's
Breathless, but really, when you haven't seen the movie in a decent manner, can you pass aesthetic judgment on it?!
So then he leaves for California to see his ex-girlfriend (who I suspect he is still in love with and who stomped on his heart more than a few times during their relationship) and another friend of his. And then I get a call - a message on my machine to be precise - saying "It's D. I was just calling to say hi. Call me back if you want." Now, apparently this guy and myself operate under different rules of phone etiquette at least, but do you call people while you're on vacation? If and when I do, it's of the "I got here safe" variety. But this was a different sort of call altogether. Why was he calling me from California? The addendum to the "my plane-didn't-crash" type call is the call I make to someone that I happen to like. He'd been gone 4 or so days and then he's calling me from California? The plot thickens. Even if it's not about that, it definitely strikes me as strange.
