Life on Axis
Feb. 14th, 2005 04:47 pmThis weekend was very real, very rich with event and emotion.
First of all, I went to the best party on Saturday (no, not one of those sweaty, naked ones) and met
ladykutenay who is as lovely and gracious in person as she is online. The food was awesome, too, as was learning about Ryan's ring trick for discouraging classroom sexual harassment.
Of course, the weird thing about having fallen in with this crowd (I suppose
snowmit is to blame) is that I was a full decade older than anyone in the room. This is not an "issue" (with or without quotation marks) but I cannot say it doesn't feel at least a bit weird. I think in some ways I'm back in a point of my life where things are in flux the way they more typically are for people in their 20s.
Of course, this flux goes hand in hand with weird middle-age things like preparing for major renovations on the second-floor of our house and getting home early for a good night's sleep. This is actually my ideal of life -- the older I get, the more ages I collect and live. I'm simultaneously a child, an adolescent, a nascent adult and a middle-aged man.
Also, this weekend, Snake and I had some killer emotional rollercoasters. Appros pos of conversations I've been having with
appelle, I think Snake's supreme volatility lately is a sign of positive psychic movement in his life. His anger is part of the road out of helplessness and depression. it's also necessary for us to reevaluate our relationship more in light of my personal changes and our changing lives in the threesome.
Still, it's weird to have talked about splitting up on Saturday morning and to feel madly in love by Sunday night.
We began watching Troy last night and it's a remarkably empty movie. It has that pointless pomp feel like Ben Hur. There is really no good reason to have made the movie. That being said, I like Brad Pitt and the movie's take on Achilles. But really, if one more person mentions "our names living on for millenia," I'll puke. You can't have that much self-awareness just because the audience knows who you are. I keep expecting them to snap their heads around look out at us every time they say it.
The most fun is watching Achilles with Patroclus and putting mental quotation marks around the words "my cousin" everytime he introduces the pretty boy. I mean, did you see when they introduced Patroclus? The sequence had all the signifiers of romance even if they were sword fighting! Because they were sword fighting!
Finally, my friend
a_trick_mind is in deep shit and I'm afraid he's going to die. I hope I'm being overly melodramatic. There seem to be a lot of god-minded folk on his friends list praying for him. I hope it helps. Hey,
33mhz, I think you introduced him to me by way of a link to "Tim's World" years ago. Anyway, I'm thinking about him. He's been actively working for middle-east peace for the last few years. They should, like, disarm as a tribute to his efforts. Fucking warring morons. Are they really worth giving away your life energy for, Tim? Don't die, dude.
First of all, I went to the best party on Saturday (no, not one of those sweaty, naked ones) and met
Of course, the weird thing about having fallen in with this crowd (I suppose
Of course, this flux goes hand in hand with weird middle-age things like preparing for major renovations on the second-floor of our house and getting home early for a good night's sleep. This is actually my ideal of life -- the older I get, the more ages I collect and live. I'm simultaneously a child, an adolescent, a nascent adult and a middle-aged man.
Also, this weekend, Snake and I had some killer emotional rollercoasters. Appros pos of conversations I've been having with
Still, it's weird to have talked about splitting up on Saturday morning and to feel madly in love by Sunday night.
We began watching Troy last night and it's a remarkably empty movie. It has that pointless pomp feel like Ben Hur. There is really no good reason to have made the movie. That being said, I like Brad Pitt and the movie's take on Achilles. But really, if one more person mentions "our names living on for millenia," I'll puke. You can't have that much self-awareness just because the audience knows who you are. I keep expecting them to snap their heads around look out at us every time they say it.
The most fun is watching Achilles with Patroclus and putting mental quotation marks around the words "my cousin" everytime he introduces the pretty boy. I mean, did you see when they introduced Patroclus? The sequence had all the signifiers of romance even if they were sword fighting! Because they were sword fighting!
Finally, my friend
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Date: 2005-02-14 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-14 10:15 pm (UTC)Things went from merely depressing to dire as he developed an infection that wouldn't respond to meds and went through several days of fever as high as 106. He is very weak and there is unspecified "damage" as a result of the fever (brain and/or neurological I would imagine). Rick is saying things like Tim probably won't ever post to his journal again and, even scarier, "I am still hopeful. If it is possible for him to come back from this, he will."
Tim is an amazingly dedicated person. He and I are a lot different and I don't know if we'd get along in real life. He's very into married monogamy (and using the word "husband" and shit) and fancy cars and Star Wars boxsets and the American Way of Life and whatever, but he's also very real and has helped a lot of people since he was a teenager. I find myself very affected by his plight. (that's code for "I want to cry".)