And now we ride the circus wheel..

So.  I'm gonna use this blog.  to express myself.  All of the pictures are mine. the writing, too.  Whateverwhatever is mine.  I hope you enjoy it.  This picture is from Seville, Spain..during La Feria.  From a Ferris Wheel.  I sure do miss Spain.  De verdad.

My Mom Thinks I'm a Cat......ch.

So,

I go home today because I had a doctors appointment in columbia and I see my mom.  She asks me if she has shown me her pop-up book.  I immediately knew that the pop-up book was about sex, and I sure as balls didn't want to see it.  I don't know why I knew it was about sex.  I think that it was because if my mom thinks that a pop-up book is funny, it probably isn't some G-rated pop-up book with dinosaurs or children playing softball or penguins ice-skating or something.  I look at her and tell her, "Mom, I don't want to see the pop-up book."  She grabs it.  She implores me to look.  She opens it and laughingly says, "Rebecca and I were cracking up last night over this." Rebecca is my 15 year old sister.  I say, "Mom, I do not want to see this pop-up book, and furthermore, I think its totally weird that you would look at this with Rebecca."  She opens the book and a cardboard man and woman making love in the missionary position..popped up.  She cracked up.  I did not.  I say again, but this time in a more serious and more confusedly ridiculous tone, "Mom, I am not looking at this.  I am not looking at this.  I am not looking at this." "Just look at this one, Dad thought this one was hilarious."  Dad is my 56 year-old Dad.  I accidently dart a glance and it is a pop-up depiction of a woman in a nurses uniform having strap on relations with a man leaning over a table in a kitchen.  My mom laughs harder.  I say, "mom this is fucking gross I don't want to look at this.  I don't want to look at this. I don't want to look at this."  I repeat.  She pulls what looked like a cardboard tab at the bottom of one of the pages and says, "look at how this one moves".  I didn't look.  The whole thing about this situation, if you're still with me.  The real kicker.  Is that I knew.  As soon as she said "pop-up book".  That the fucking book.  Was about sex.  However.  I don't know what's weirder.  That my mom possesses this book.  Or that I knew all along. Or that I looked at pop-up sex vignettes with my mom.  Who was wearing a medical procedure mask.  Because our house was being painted and she didn't want to inhale fumes.  

Laughed For a World Filled With Fantasy

In this day and age you really gotta suck it up.  Things are relatively impersonal, people are relatively transient and indian buffets are relatively inexpensive.  If you're not careful, you'll end up alone in one of those Indian buffets. And it's sort of fun, but it's also sort of depressing.  I've done it twice.  The first time I pretended to read Kant, but I couldn't.  I ended up paying close attention to the African-American couple behind me because they were talking about the movie The Outsiders.  Really interesting insights.  Nothing gold can stay.  The second time I paid attention to one waiter who had a ponytail and unkempt facial hair.  I wondered if he wondered about my facial hair.  I doubted it and sipped a lassi.  Anyway, what I'm really trying to say is that the weather is changing, and I'm sorry for saying, "in this day and age".  I actually only know about this day.  We aint goin out like that.  I'm going to Olympia this summer.