Great movie.....what is that saying life imitates art? or is it art imitating life? im not sure at times why things work the way they do. Saturday nite i had a bizarre not bizzare in an earthshattering realm, but just because it started with shameless flirting that always happens, and then got serious for a saturday nite. the conversation with one of my friends, who happens to be a girl, not young, actually older than myself. 34 or so i think. she is a teacher, and a great one at that, anyways the conversation. it was a discussion about music and sex, we were doing the normal harmless flirting that we always engage in and the question came up what do you listen to while gettin down and dirty. now not saying that this is for everyone, but i proposed the idea that in certain instances playing ones favorite cd's might not be appropriate due to the fact that we tend to attach memories to certain songs, and even scents. and this is just a little conclusion i came to after having that "trial run" relationship that can play out in anywhere from a little over a month to lets just say under half a year. then it just kinda fades out. comparable to a summer fling, you start seeing the person, and then you get comfortable, then for one reason or another it fades, the interest wanes, and bam you either don't give a rats ass, or you are down for a bit. well then if you do care and did have the misfortune of having attached the sounds and scents you shared together to the significant other of the then since expired relationship, you have to deal with that. it was a notion that we had not thought about really to any real extent, and it is ironic that high fedility is on right now. also karma played a bug part of the discussion. something i talked with my roomates girlfriend one evening at length while he watched the presidential debates. i heard the book, which the movie is based on takes place in london. another odd little jab at my karma as i am no longer seeing the brit girl who i had asked for meniu suggestions in late july. bob dylan, gotta love bob dylan.

Class was canceled, the workshop class that is. It was an huge let down. I was really looking forward to monday nites. Now all i have is the publishing seminar. oh well must make due. Last weekend was Irish Day in Long Beach. What a party. I guess the irish population in Long beach figured that St patricks day was not enough so every year the first weekend in october, they have a huge parade, and then wild partying ensues, well actually it begins most times before the parade even steps off. It was one of those days, where you are in bed at 8, sleep a few hours, then get back on your feet and go until close. Work is lousy, really lousy, and slow. Trying to find a halloween costume, though i am not really big on dressing up, there are a few parties that require costumes. Sitting here typing this, i am looking at my beautiful typewriter. Its a black glossy Underwood Noiseless Portable. Just got it back from the typewriter repair man. he had to tweek the space bar, clean all of the mechanisims, put new roller rubber on it, and a new ribbon. the guy does a great job. He worked on a desk top Royal that i have. That is a monster of a machine. The Underwood though, whew, its gorgeous. Sounds odd speaking that way about a typewriter, but anyone who has come into the apt, sees it and is impressed. It was manufactured in 1938, if i remember correctly, it came up from Greensboro NC as a gift, and i have been using it often since getting it back. Enough of that, sat in on a texas hold em poker game last nite, well actually i was like the bartender. Took place at one of the bars we hang out at, and after close, the tourny happened upstairs. It amazes me the amount of gambling that goes on down here in long island. Not to say that there isn't a fair share of that going on at home, in buffalo, it just seems more prolific down here. Everywhere you go, my friends are like, who do you like on the games today, or i took these teams and the under, you wanna play hold em tonite? the bet on darts, flips of a coin, just really insane. One of my friends ended up in the whole BIG, i mean really big, and every week, the book would send one of the guys to come pick up, almost like in a movie. shake of a hand and the money passes. For me i don't see the allure of it. I want to feel tangible results if i am going to spend money, food, drink, something that i can taste touch feel. I guess they do it for the high they get. Its funny how different things give different people highs. Just last nite, a simple phone call saying hi made my nite a lot better. The voice on the other end, that alone can change my day. it doesn't have to be that only though, something you write, a movie, shit like that, a sports game (though the NHL has royally fucked up) and i never understood how betting on a team made the game more exciting, i think they are mixing something being exciting, causing excitment, with something causing anxiety. i am going now, there is an fall arts festival in Huntington on the north shore, going with some friends from the city. should be good. talk to you all later.