wind whipping

watched bubble yesterday and totally loved it. like an absolute idiot, i watched the entire movie without realizing that i KNEW the actors were "real" [like retired-from-KFC real] people. somehow i had read that morsel of info to my roommate earlier in the day, but i had failed to understand it, internalize it, whatever. if you know me, you know these are the kind of things that i do. incidentally, finding this out after watching the movie made it way better.

yesterday, on the monthly voyage to aa pp for bc [jesus christ, that's genius] angela, lindsay and i dined in aa at this great chinese place with a separate vegetarian kitchen and an overwhelming vegetarian menu. soybean skin roll meals were ordered all around. it was insanely yummy. i ordered the "curry" version, and it had that neon yellow/green color that my absolute favorite southern indian food has, especially the total JAM krishna catering in garden city. that color--a color food probably should never have--it dyes everything like an infection. it's the color of things toxic in cartoons. i love that when i wipe my mouth with the napkin, that neon yellow/green color is inevitably everpresent.

i actually have a shitload of work today, so writing for this morning must be truncated. really, i have a lot to say; so much is swirling around in my head. thoughts of missing people and moving away, plans, schemes, money, relearning multiplication tables, picturing everyone on a pilgrimage down to austin in shitty vans like inching snails or old men huffing and weezing and sputtering [or like my friends in nice new ones or rented ones or flying the fuck down there, even]. it's like the indie rock spring break except without the beads and the senor frog-type bars. if we leave now, can we still make it to friday night?