So I'm sitting here after a very very green meal of beans and gnochi in pesto

and a couple hours of annie hall

and HOURS of the dylan, passionately recommended by the wretchedwatching one (wwo) incessantly.

both were enjoyable. the dylan...remarkable. the look of...disassociation, uncontrived disassociation...on his face throughout the entire movie...while he sings, before he sings, in between his songs....the rawness of his voice...the look and smell of his voice....you just don't see it on the cd covers. i was utterly born in the wrong time. causing the bartender to pull out random vinyls that i would DIE to have been able to walk into a store when they initially came out and BOUGHT....buuuuuuut no, i get jay-z and nate dogg. which whatever...but i would prefer the romantic quality of being able to walk into a store and buy a dylan record RECORD the day it WAS released. but i can't. i guess i'll just keep dating people that did then. makes me at peace in my time distortion and complete bitterness toward the generation i was rudely and illegitimately plunked into.

and wwo's been bugging me to post a current entry and i spent part of the day wandering around the mall, half listening to barry manilow sing sing singin ho ho ho and snow snow snow falling on fuckin roasting chestnuts and navigating my way around baby strollers, and 40% off signs, and random way too enthusiastic teenagers and less enthusiastic but much cuter geriatric shopping sprees and i wrote an entire, driven, 'i gotta get back and write NOW' entry all in my head but without the mental ink polaroids i rely on from wwo, i was lost and have forgotten BUT will attempt to re-create in the morning...

i will consider a laptop that fits in my bag in the future. :)

skipped the bar tonight and watching "chok-dee kick boxer" after ALL THAT encompasses a friday night at the bar i need a counter sansano male homophobic beat the shit out of each other night. it's set in thailand, and reminding me how much i totally loved it there. he's ordering food from the street meat cart in the "no this...this one (point point, glass hit glass hit) this one, this one (weird facial gestures, more glass tapping) THIS ONE!!!" that is only experienced in asia...

there's mussels in the fridge. i feel i need to injest late night bottom feeders for the same, above reason...