the gorillaz are kicking my ass all over the place. wow

kurt vonnegut. is so great. i went to panera for breakfast/lunch instead of sitting around campus for an hour and a half and got the most amazing cinnamin crunch bagel with hazelnut cream cheese (thanks for the recommendation, jenn) and an old-fashioned little thing of chocolate milk followed up with a "Mocha Blast!!" which supposedly contained expresso but actually made me *more* tired. hm. too much guessing on the math exam. oh but so i was sitting in panera and reading this wonderful vonnegut book called Deadeye Dick and noticing how the place is just Swarming with businessmen on their lunchbreak - alright this book is tragic but hilarious at the same time.. the main kid's dad is so hilariously a good version of my histrionic/theatrical mother, i just loved it, it made me see how it could've been in my life if you subtract all the evil ;) then the poor child accidently kills a pregnant housewife and you see this scary foundation running thru society - everyone out of the biblical scene of the rock throwers and the prostitute. man we're so quick to judge. but it's all told in this matter-of-fact way with little casual remarks about everything (including random recipes) and while there's all this horrible stuff going on around you, you're still feeling light and happy and a little befuddled, but overall good - there is vonnegut's magic, not exactly explained right by me. but it's so purely wonderful. it's just so.. good. i mean wow. i always want to run into him and take hours and just talk to him. go read his stuff. hurry. alan for fuck's sake start the sirens of titan.

so the other night at borders i walked in for an intended very quick run in, run out with the gorillaz (after paying, of course.. oh good god movie gallery is going to shit upon my head for that) but there was this old willy nelson-looking guy with an acoustic guitar setting up and i remembered it was open mike night, which i always translate as a poetry reading type thing but i always forget they always bring music too. so i decided to slow down and sit and listen to this guy who somehow played the guitar just as i would've wanted him to, it reminded me a lot of jonah and jeff buckley. it was so great. it's so nice to run into little beautiful things like that. just stop and smile and connect with strangers in that little way.

i keep singing "new york, new york" in liza minelli's voice so i went and downloaded it, along with her song "cabaret" (reminding me of darling alan cumming's appearance on snl where he sang his cabaret song in the monologue and it's so HAPPY and he's so animated, his whole face smiles, and always makes me happy thinking of it. god i love broadway.) and all this makes me want to get a bunch of showtunes because they're so GREAT, like in Little Voice (what a great movie, go rent it) with all the judy garland/marilyn monroe/shirley basset records that i want so much to own and play all day like LV and mimic them with her (incredible) accuracy - i want to sing like judy! or liza. or any of them.. i need to make a musical day.

oh damn, pavarotti sings on this version of ny, ny - oh well. he's great. but i want to hear *her* belt out. dammit man. that's an hour of downloading time there.

yeah all this tragedy and singing makes me want to move to new york even more. because out of this tragedy all i see/hear is stories about how great it and how great the people are and man i just want to become a new yorker. florida? no of course i never lived in florida! i could do it. "the greatest city in the world" i believe it.

lovemelo