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labrujahI am eating pizza. Today I snuck to the library during work and got a cool book edited by Jonathan Safran Foer (who I must admit I am not the biggest fan of), of writing inspired by Joseph Cornell's diorama boxes. A Convergence of Birds is the name.
While taking my first trip into the elevator (after waiting for a bum to get on the first one that arrived) I ran smack into a guy who was a local character in my college town of Northampton MA. In this town everybody wore plaid pajama bottoms and birkenstocks and like a bandanna on their head and another one on their golden retriever. So Ernest stuck out quite a bit with his big smile and his prodigious fro and 70s pleather jackets and flared jeans. Also we had no boys, so that made it even more of an occasion. He seemed to be everywhere (he went to Hampshire College and waited tables in Northampton). And all I knew about him was that he had supposedly been going to Hampshire for like 7 years.
Anyhow, I would run into him like fifteen times a day back in college, and I would be blindsided by curiosity and let's be frank, desire. Whereupon I would hide or get away as fast as possible (yes, I have come a long way, right?)
I actually ran into him once on Bedford Ave. a couple years ago too, which is when I finally introduced myself and he remembered me from school, and all these moments of running into each other, including today, when I was most certainly not blindsided by desire but by memory and I guess fondness and embarrassment about that memory, anyhow of all these moments I am pretty sure our conversation in the elevator (so what are you up to these days?) was the longest one we ever had.
While taking my first trip into the elevator (after waiting for a bum to get on the first one that arrived) I ran smack into a guy who was a local character in my college town of Northampton MA. In this town everybody wore plaid pajama bottoms and birkenstocks and like a bandanna on their head and another one on their golden retriever. So Ernest stuck out quite a bit with his big smile and his prodigious fro and 70s pleather jackets and flared jeans. Also we had no boys, so that made it even more of an occasion. He seemed to be everywhere (he went to Hampshire College and waited tables in Northampton). And all I knew about him was that he had supposedly been going to Hampshire for like 7 years.
Anyhow, I would run into him like fifteen times a day back in college, and I would be blindsided by curiosity and let's be frank, desire. Whereupon I would hide or get away as fast as possible (yes, I have come a long way, right?)
I actually ran into him once on Bedford Ave. a couple years ago too, which is when I finally introduced myself and he remembered me from school, and all these moments of running into each other, including today, when I was most certainly not blindsided by desire but by memory and I guess fondness and embarrassment about that memory, anyhow of all these moments I am pretty sure our conversation in the elevator (so what are you up to these days?) was the longest one we ever had.
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Date: 2003-09-29 05:13 pm (UTC)i just got an email from my best friend from smith today, it's her birthday and i hadnt talked to her in oh so long. she was the opposite of pajama pants and birkenstocks, which is one of the reasons we were friends. we rocked blue oxford shirts together.
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Date: 2003-09-29 05:37 pm (UTC)Sometime we have to do the "do you know ___?" game over beers. Last night me and my Smithie roommate ran into another Smithie and her Smithie roommate who live one block from us. Makes a person feel pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, huh?