some psychologists argue that the eerie experience of déjà vu is simply when we’re fooled by the unexpected ease of taking in a piece of sensory information, and interpret that as a memory of having been there or seen it before.
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1. GIRLS WITH ANNOYING GUYS ON SUBWAY
GIRLS: just because you’re drunk during the day doesn’t mean you get to be extra annoying.
GUYS: yes it does!!!
GIRL: where are we going anyway?
GIRL 2: we’re going to get my cake.
GUY: yeah, let’s go get Whitney’s cake!
GUY 2 (leering): let’s all eat Whitney’s cake tonight!!!
other guy hi fives him.
2. quote from article about Vermont:
America, ignoring the advice of its own horror movies, is entirely built upon the site of an old Indian graveyard and must take its ghosts and hauntings as they come.
@ sweetwater in wburg, just sat down at the bar next to Zack galafanakis…seemed cool, headphones on, drinking wine, scribbling writing on envelopes…cool…
muffins sit, waiting
the butter is ready now
eaten: a mem’ry.
I like this:
When you start to cook, as when you begin to live, you think that the point is to improve the technique until you end up with something perfect, and that the reason you haven’t been able to break the cycle of desire and disillusion is that you haven’t yet mastered the rules. Then you grow up, and you learn that that’s the game.
for part of our hawaiian trip we are staying with katie’s friend Kaialani, and we spent some time with her parents, Kawilla and Mikey. they are such nice, gentle, generous people…it’s a good vibe hanging out with them.
Kawilla tells a story about when Mikey proposed. he asked her to marry him and she said yes. he was overjoyed, but she said he would have to ask her father for his blessing. this was daunting. her father was a huge man, half german and half Hawaiian.
Mikey went in to tell him and he smiled and beckoned Mikey to follow him into his study. there he asked Mikey to sit down, and went over to his cabinet and took out his shoutgun. he sat down.
“you can marry my daughter,” he said, “and if you hurt her, this is the gun I’ll shoot you with. do you want to hold it?”
“no thanks,” Mikey said.
I like this story a lot, it would be a great bit in a film. I love the idea of a man who’s half German and half Hawaiian, I just picture this enormous character with a beard and a blue shirt.
hey don’t make a big deal out of it, but today is 11/11…I’ve talked about this before, so let’s all just chill, have a good day, and see what happens…
I’m in palo alto, ca, just waking up and you know, so far so good…
it is astonishing how much trouble we can get into if we work at it.
and astonishing how much trouble we can get out of, if we simply assume that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best.
listening to the Hendrix track “are you experienced” this morning and I got a whole new take on it. I wS doing that thing I sometimes do (maybe you do it too) were a song comes on the iPod and even though you don’t really want to listen to it, you make yourself, and you kind of try to listen to it in a new way or something.
I had always thought the lyrics to “are you experienced” were about JH bragging about what a badass he was and how much acid he had done. you know like “are you experienced? have you ever been experienced?” meaning “ever done acid?” and then he says “well I have”.
and I always figured, chill dude great, we’re all excited for you, and I know it’s the 60s and acid is new and all but still, stop being so full of yourself.
listening to it this morning though, I started thinking about maybe he’s saying you know, has anyone ever experienced you. have you ever been experienced? and then the “I have” is actually eferring to this very moment where you the listener are hearing this song, i.e., experiencing him. he’s not bragging about doin acid, he’s telling you to get out there in the world and have someone experimce you.
or maybe he’s saying both.
sometimes when these alternate interpretations arise, I find myself wondering of everyone else has known this for ages and soomehow I just missed it…
still, it made the song more enjoyable…
great bit. this guy si standing on the edge of the platform, eating a banana with the peel hanging down, cartoon gorilla style. a woman walks by, eating a banana in the same style. he raises his to her as thought it’s a drink and does a little head tilt as if to say “cheers!” and “nice, youve got a banana too! nice style!” she does the same and continues down the track.
since we movedast week I haven’t been able to find the box where I packed my small headphones. so I’ve been using my big Sony pro headphones for the subway trip to work. yeah, they’re bigger and bulkier but you know, I’ve seen lots of muso heads on the subway wearing big phones so no big deal.
what is a big deal though is the way the music sounds! this is amazing, the quality is so critical, how did I ever not notice this? the rolling stones sound phenomonal, ratatat are crisp and amazing, and hip hop beats? don’t even get me started. how am I supposed to go back now? why would I?
how you gonna keep em down on the farm after they’ve seen Paris?
taking a picture of a sleeping MTA guy on the subway, I’m reminded of being at burning man and mike h coming up with this great art project: he would take polaroids of people sleeping and then tuck the photo into their hands for them to find when they woke up. I loved it because there was something mildly creepy about it (who’s watching me while I sleep?!) and kind of beautiful too (everyone looks so innocent while they sleep). great stuff…
newspaper headline seen this morning: beauty tools for ugly ambitious.
grammar alert – dangling modifier. I love this…is it that the beauty tools are ambitious? like actually it’s gonna be kind of tough to beautify the ugly? or is it that these tools are for people who are both ugly and ambitious? that one’s better.
something about a company devloping tools for this select demo is great…
god bless you, ugly ambitious people!
I bet whenever someone asks Lou Reed why he’s doing something, he answers "because I’m Lou Reed, that’s fucking why."
I want to write a story about a guy who is walking on his way to work, lost in all the crap he has to take care of, when suddenly he smells the smell of a cafe grilling some meat and the smell just totally transports him.
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