heroics in the stadium

pizza with mushrooms & peppers, water. a fudg'icle. i also read Pickman's Model before bed, intending to precipitate nightmares. (it worked.)

I did have at least one nightmare early in the night, but I don't remember it. Monsters.

Fragmentary. I am in a stadium, I think the scoobies from Buffy are about. We're fighting monsters, which perhaps are minotaur-ish. I have magical tools in my hands, which i keep down at my sides. At one point we regroup around the wall of a ramp into the stadium. I don't think we are doing very well.

A violent & alarming, but not helplessly frightening, dream.

nazi cunt

pizza with pepperoni picked off, water, bowl of cereal, antacids

I'm at a club, mostly younger people around (still drinking age). I'm all in Oi! mode, boots n braces shit. Some fucking drunk blond bird completely hits the floor in front of me, drunk off her ass. I decide to play chivalrous, pick her up off the floor. Her friends are there, we decide to get her home. I carry her sacked out in front of me, my arms a hoop through which she sags ass first. She seems to weigh nothing.

As I carry her along, we chat a bit. "And what did you do today?" I ask. "Bought some [some random word] nazi magnets for my car." [some gummy magnets like those stupid fucking "support our troops" things but in little shapes that remind me of marvin martian.] "You're a fucking nazi?" "Well, hell yeah!" Then I realize that I've been set up a bit, while she was drunk, she decided to "need help" right in front of the blue eyed skinhead, assuming I'm on board.

I pretty much toss her to the ground. She's stumbly. We're at the car, a little blue number [like those punks across the street have]. I give her a big Fuck You Nazi Bitch. Her friends look freaked out. I start pulling the magnets off the car, there's a lot. I end up with a stack in my hand. I turn on her friends, one of whom is an east asian girl, and the other a doughy hispanic looking guy. I start shouting at them for having a friend like her. I appeal to the girl for Asiatic unity, she starts crying. They get in the car, I throw the nazi bitch in the back, who seems pretty genuinely out of it. She's a bit up in my face, but I point out that I don't have any compunction against hitting a chick if she hits me first. "And that goes for any one of you."

They all seem cowed. I tell the friends to get new buddies, and that if I ever see this car anywhere except in front of her house [I think we've been transported to the curb in front of her house now] I will bash its windows in, and I mean it.

our new houses

maresa's bean enchiladas, peas, rice crispie treats, several antacids

Shane and I are looking at new houses for our families. Looking on this street of repetitive box houses, a relatively new development, feels like the heights. Two story (or more) jobbies, seems like they kind of have a square tower at one corner with a single room at the top. We decide to buy houses right next to each other, it's a crazy, fun idea [that would be madness. would we ever stop drinking?]. The interiors are old, though, maybe late victorian sort of feel, all wood everything.

We go to bed in our new houses. My room is in the tower, at the top. At some point something seems wrong, and I come down the stairs. Something has frightened me very badly [did I forget what it was, or was it ever specific? I think it was a dawning knowledge that there is badness afoot in the house. Haunted?] and I'm vaulting down three stairs at a time. There are more levels of the house than I thought. Increasingly frightened. Finally hit a landing and "Josh" is there [the character is him, but the body is not, too tall, longish hair, wrong face, but in many ways like him], I grab onto him with a "Thank God." He begins growling, I push away, his eyes are rolled back and he's posessed. He keeps growling, "I'm gone...I'm gone." He's laughing at my terror, for a second I consider that he must be pulling a nasty prank, but then I know he's not.

This wakes me up in a small panic.

[cf Buffy the Vampire Slayer VI/2, the demon that is created when Buffy is brought back from the dead. I knew that shit would end up in my dreams.]

orgy time

mac & cheese, broccoli, biscuits, a piece of coffee cake

Missy and Justin next door are hosting a weekend-long gay sex orgy at their new house (which is not next door but over by Queen of Heaven). Josh and I decide to attend. We get on our horses and ride up through neighborhoods north of Menaul to get there. We arrive; it reminds me of the Palace back on Adams. We go in, find ourselves a room where we will be staying, rather dormitory style. We start settling into a four-bed room, and two guys join us, one of which is at least 70 years old, skinny, big beard. We're a bit taken aback. This is not our scene. We get together with a bunch of the guys in the living roon, which is very bright, modern, cream-colored. Very Martha Stewart. We want out of this, but need to figure out how to do it witout hurting Missy & Justin's feelings. A very disappointing orgy weekend.

weights with beulah

Pasta with soysage, salad. Ice cream sandwich.

At Beula's place [nothing like any place I've been with him], he has a complicated set of ropes and posts and pulleys all over the living room, everyone is tripping over them. Some sort of weights system. He has his shirt off, his fur trimmed short. I'm checking him out, but also trying to understand the weights.

it was like SITE Santa Fe

what did i eat?

fragmentary.

Sitting around with a bunch of young people, many from out of the country. Artists? A young soldier from Morocco is saying his farewells, as he is being forced to return home. I suggest to him that we try something else, that he could perhaps hide out with us, but it is not a good idea. He hands me a written statement that is very eloquent. On his way out he quips about not being able to read English, I tell him that we can get him some kids books to help him learn.

Hanging around in a large, concrete walled/floored gallery, I'm there as a consultant on the installation of this group show. Everything looks pretty good. I take time to look at one particular mechanized sculpture. Doors that swing forward as sections of bent pipe rotate. The whole thing comes together to form two columns of chinese calligraphy. Another artist has a series of white boxes with plex panels projecte in front of them. They produce sounds, perhaps some sort of visual. Rather like the Jim Campbell LCD pieces at SITE.