10.31.2002

Tonight, at midnight, I start writing a book. A novel, to be more precise. We'll see how that goes.

Mad props to interrobang, who took time out of his sleep to paint me up. It's the best Halloween costume I've ever had.

I am a clown.

10.30.2002

After many weeks of gray skies, the sun came out today. It's cool but not uncomfortable, some of my favorite weather. Madison is a treasure at times like this.

I'm looking forward to Halloween. Tomorrow's going to be a great day.

Monster movie night went well. After watching "The Fearless Vampire Killers," the roommate and I stayed up late, talking about all manner of things. Art, titles, writing, voice, consistency, relationships. We discussed the changing nature of the circle of friends we run in, how the roles are shifting and most everyone is getting older.

Plus some other stuff happened. All in all, it was an excellent night.

10.29.2002

I can't get it out of my head: wakka-jo-wakka-jo-wakka-jo
wakka-jo-wakka-jo-wakka-jo
wakka-jo-wakka-jo-wakka-jo

Which brings me to Fozzie Bear: Wocka! Wocka!

Band practice had an interesting vibe last night. We were short two members - our clarinet was sick and our trombone couldn't make it - so the sound wasn't as full. But interrobang plugged a wah-wah pedal into his guitar, which added a very interesting dimension to "She's Too Phat", "Who Stole the Kishka?", and "Viva Las Vegas."

We also started working out parts for "Rasputin", a Boney M song. Much to the consternation of one of our members.

Tonight is movie night at the Drudgery Port. A bunch of associated folks are getting together to watch monster movies, have a good time. That sort of thing. My ex-girlfriend will be there, and that makes me a bit apprehensive. It's not that I don't want to see her, or that we don't get along, because we get along just fine. But I keep getting the feeling that things aren't settled between us, and it has the potential to hang in the air like a smelly fart.

I will have a good time, that's certain. I haven't seen this movie in years, and if the rental store has it, we're watching it.

10.28.2002

Over lunch today, I stopped by the costume shop for some makeup. I still need to assemble some clothes for my Halloween costume, but I've got most everything I need. Some dark brown pants, a brown jacket, and a floppy brown hat (a la Hoboes) would help considerably. Maybe I can borrow from the roommate.

For those that know me, I'm going as the clown. You know, the clown. That reminds me, I have to stop by the Cat's Meow and pick up some Manic Panic after work. Wednesday night, I'm doing the hair.

Maybe I'll play some songs on my melodeon and grimace like that fellow in the painting. Or maybe I'll just try to have a good time. Who knows what will happen?

Prufrock

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Jerry and Sandy went to high school with Richard and Roxann, and even after the two couples graduated, got married, and went their separate ways, they kept in close contact and remained friends. Jerry and Sandy had three children, two girls and a boy. Richard and Roxann bore two girls.

The youngest of all five children, R&R's daughter, got married this weekend. It was a fantastic time. In spite of injured foot, I drank my fill and got my dance on.

But the striking moment of the weekend was the ceremony, when the music played and the couples walked down the aisle. The groom, a strong, well-built young man from Northern Minnesota, stood at the end of the aisle, his hands folded before him, dressed head-to-toe in finery and quiet pride. Behind him, four young women in pale blue dresses that sparkled in the afternoon light. Behind him, four young men, trimmed and tucked in, resplendent in their fine black and white tuxedos.

The groom stood before a seated congregation, music in the air, a man alone, waiting for the woman he loved. It was such a succinct expression of humanity. It moved me, his poise and the strong look in his eye.