Thursday, November 18, 2004
(closed eyes)
, Ms. Jackson(s).
a friend from Philly who recently saw the squiggly signs and rough streets of Moscow:
"it's an odd place, far from the U.S., but the human spirit still can be understood and seen in the eyes of its inhabitants."
i don't think he really went there.
but, alas.
i always felt that apologizing for being content was as irrational as a Coltrane solo, quantum physics on a Tuesday or Marxist theory thrown at five-year olds. and yeah, things all over aren't bubbling with bliss, but true contentment is rarely found hiding beneath easy answers.
unless those easy answers are in portable turntables.
and call your mothers, people. talk to them about pasts in small Mexican towns and forgetting.
don't wait until they get sick to find a phone.
a thought im sure someone in Moscow has had before in their lives:
beards will do that to you--make you think.
