Tuesday 16 September 2003

local morons looking for sex

Glance too quickly through your spam folder and you’ll begin seeing subject lines like that, too. It was actually “local moms looking for sex.” So much for my bent on things.

Yesterday I met a Lemon Jelly girl.

the lemon jelly girl

Lisa ‘n me went to Nova which used to be Infusion in the South Park area of San Francisco. The neighborhood seems ghostlike. I got sentimental as some very happy times of my life were spent there, and I don’t go much anymore. We shared a Mango infusion and great food.

Lemon Jelly was playing and I asked the lovely waitress who chose the music and it turns out she had. She’d heard about them in Spain and brought in a CD just that morning. I’d never heard Lemon Jelly in a public place before. That was very sweet.

where i left my heart

My time in San Francisco was great. I felt alive and happy the entire time, even during challenging moments like having to present for hours on no sleep and getting evacuated from Moscone with 10,999 other people.

Or maybe I felt more alive because of those things?

Every friend I saw, every idea shared, every food I tasted and every drink I savored seemed completely real.

where the girl goes

So with one brother in Long Beach, my folks with a house in Lake Elsinore, and me in love with Northern California, I know a change is coming. It just seems so big to make a decision to leave my home in Tucson. I think the solution is to hunker down and get the economics stabilized, then review the situation.

Then again, a girl has to go where a girl has to go, I have a tendency to suddenly do outrageous things, and there really are far too many morons looking for sex around this particular shit-kicking town in which I live.

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3 Responses to “local morons looking for sex”

1. Stella Says:
   September 18th, 2003 at 1:29 am

   ah, but if northern california were the every day, it might not have the same incredible shiny allure. i felt it too. the food, the people, the hip culture and skyscrapers. . .all were amazing. while there, it occurred to me that i felt as though i belonged. when trekking to and fro downtown it seemed as though i actually belonged there. never had that feeling in my entire life. . . an epiphany. a city held its arms open to me in spite of my character, eccentricities, and even flaws.

   alas, when leaving, rode the bart to the airport. as it whirred thru the outskirts of town, when i saw the rows and rows and rows, thousands of them of filthy dirty weather and smog stained townhomes, with broken down burnt out cars in front, not a tree or plan or bush for miles, the realization hit me that i had been living ever so briefly in an ideal world. that the complete reality of the place wasn’t perhaps what i thought at all.

   and when the plane landed in phoenix, i looked out across the red stained peaks and plateaus. the sunset caressed the sky behind the palm trees in the most amazing variety of hues- gold, pink, violet, and blue. even though i wasn’t home, i was close and i could feel it.

   hope you feel it too.

   p.s. there’s morons wanting sex everywhere.

   hope you’ll stay in one place long enough to realize that wounds do heal. sometimes in the least expected places, you find your strenght and the people who care about you the most.

2. Tim Says:
   September 21st, 2003 at 5:02 am

   If you are not happy in one place, why not just go to another?

   I do it too. Am doing now. I live in Australia, and, like America it’s huge with so much diversity and climate changes.

   Sure every place has it’s down sides, but it sounds like you want to go to a place that offers something you can’t get where you are. I am in the tropics again for a while, having left the freezing south to see the country and find where I don’t want to be. That is a more important thing to konw.

   I seem to get about 10-12 years and then go again. Unfortunately it makes you a bit of a threat to those who choose not to explore, but hey, you only have one life. Go and try it, you can always go somewhere else if it isn’t what you think.

   If there’s nothing to keep you there, go somewhere else and start again. At least it brings excitement to your life and you don’t sound as though you want to die wondering.

   Mind you sex isn’t bad, it’s the morons you have to worry about.

3. MANSHA Says:
   December 23rd, 2005 at 5:58 am

   there’s morons wanting sex everywhere.

   hope you’ll stay in one place long enough to realize that wounds do heal. sometimes in the least expected places, you find your strenght and the people who care about you the most.