A kick-arse photo Josh took of me in my studio.

Yesterday's Rerun of Love Connection:

Me: "Bachelor #1, I really like being with you. But how would you feel if i decided to hang out with Bachelor #3 this weekend?"

#1: "Roger. Fine with me, whatever you want to do......hey, look at this neat picture of a car crash!"

Me: "Er, what??!?"

#1: "It just blew up, look at it!!!"

Me: "But what does that have to do with anything?..nevermind."

It worked out really well. Now what?

It just occured to me that in a matter of hours I will actually know what is gonna happen. Everything might be totally different.

Me, today, at Josharooney's haus. We got juice and mucked about with his new webcam. He wouldn't let me post the goofy dancing pictures, tho.

I feel like one of those washed out tormented souls on the 80's version of Love Connection. And my hair is kind of farrah fawcetty today, too. Oh god help me.

Me: "Bachelor #1, where would we go on our first date?"

#1: I'd meet you in harvard, check out some cerebral cult Redford film together, discuss philosophy and algorithms over coffee, listen to some DnB at the phoe landing, then hold your hand the whole walk back to my place under a ploy to play video games when we get there. Then I would get angsty and wouldn't call you for a week."

Me: "Bachelor #2, I'm totally head over heels in love with you. If we were to go on a trip together, where would we go?"

#2: "I would take you away to a secluded cabin in the mountains, where we'd go for long walks in the early morning. In the afternoons we'd go on picnics, or hop in the car and wander the hills, just to be lost together. I could show you my drawings. But first I have to figure out how to not be 2000 physical miles away from you in the first place."

Me: "Bachelor #3, I don't know much about you, but my friends say you're cool and you make me curious. Do you like the aboretum in jamaica plain?"

#3: "Actually, I really do. I just had my heart broken but i think you're really interesting, too. I think we might like the same books, and it would be nice to see what happens. Wanna go for a walk and check out the Centre St Cafe?"

Me: "Sure, I'll meet you at 7!"

OH - OH......

wh-BAP!

It always happens when i least expect it. Minding my own business, la dee da, and suddenly I get whacked upside the head with a mondo crush. I mean, I've run the emotional gamut over the past month, but this time around I've been inundated with actual flutterbyes. Does this make me fickle? I feel goofy. Woo-hooey!

Recent Sound Discoveries:

• Badly Drawn Boy


• Filia Brazilia


• The Beta Band


• Les Nubians


• DJ Food


• Mr Scruff


• The Future Sound of London


• St. Germain


• The DJ Dr. Reverend Hunter

Providence

i must say i am deeply disappointed with the quality of the samosas in RI. Bukhara is still, and will allways be, my true love. Dinner with the extended massart family (plus associated hangers-on and inlaws from other locales) was pretty darn uplifting, chatting with Teegan on one side and the legendary Bryon P. on the other. Kerri kept making eyes at me from across the way, implying that I ought to behave and hissing "colorado" under her breath. I was behaving (I love colorado more than anything), but now I see why he's so legendary. The funny thing about circles of friends, or in this case large uncongrous blobby polygons of friends, is that there is always someone on the other side at six degrees of separation who you somehow miss out on. Until one night you find yourself offering one another sips of your concoctions, conversing about the merits of junk, and hiding out in the corner of a mob picking out people's stories. A co-conspirator and soft spoken intellect. Now i see why the ladies grinned whenever his name came up. Oh, behave!

I hope Kerri is alright. She was pretty tweaky throughout, so she had better get some sleepies. Hear that? Sleepies! I think tomorrow night (tonight?) we are going to the beach to cause trouble. A possibility of developing conspiracies, sand in my shoes, and ocean sounds. Goodnight.

In my E.

Last night i stayed up way past my bedtime and danced my soul away to some fairly choice dnb at Elements. I had been to the phoe landing many a time before, and always found it intriguing and cosy...it tends to suit my moods....but this time I found myself deep in the thick of sound and groove and bliss. Jared lead me to the edge of the empty dance floor and we perched there, bopping along to the deep whump of the sub. As soon as he wandered off for some fresh air (Wha?... *gesture wildly* FRESH AIR! ....Wha?!? ...OuT SIDE! ...'k! *nod, grin*) I was inexcorably and irretrievably sucked into the thick of it.  It was like pistachio pudding, only thrumpier, and less green. But still very very tasty. I met some new comrades, was lead along a merry game of dance floor king fu; I sashayed around the circle, made goofy faces at people, and promised my new friends i'd be back again and again. I couldn't believe the moves these kids had...it was sketch and tai chi and samba and breakneck breakdance all smeared into one fly dance vibe. This kid who could REALLY move, mmm.... gave me a big hug, kissed my hand, and sent me spinning into the center of the ring, woohoo! By the time my philosophical sound guide returned to me, cig in hand by the edge of the crowd,  i knew was totally addicted. Ha HA, sorry Jared. Don't mean to cramp your style, but i'm commandeering your thursday night thing. Bwa ha ha...MORE NOISE FOR ME!!