Brunch with Telperion & Laurelin

i have decided to write in the direction of here, but you should know that i really really have better things to do.

i have spent the last several weeks settling into my new orlando life. and you should know that i'm pretty sure it's not for me. which is why, when i saw an open position for a wind turbine engineer in denmark, i ejaculated, then changed, then applied, then waited. but then noticed that it is only eight months of training in denmark (and scotland), and then living guess where?

yeah, right back in orlando, again.

but it sure would be shitt hott to live in denmark and scotland for eight months. if i am going to be treated indifferently by my civilization, i may as well do it amidst scenery and dialects that leave me stimulated and gentlyalienated and amazed.

but anyway i doubt any of that will happen.

as far as my apartment, i am getting to dislike the arrangement, so i have left the rest in disarray until such time as potential visitors become a reality. but i have cranked the a/c, so at least the 4-inch cockaroachers have disappeared. and also i have free cable, and i am already watching it too much, wasting my life away with south park and the history channel, trying to relate my situation with king william the second's, or leif erikkson's, or charlemagne, who needs no motherfucking apostrophe s, because he severed heaven from earth when he burned down irminsul.

something else about orlando is that it is full of hott extroverts who hold themselves in their highest regards. and they like to purchase new clothes and sunglasses. and this is good because i can get along with anyone, except that i seldom have a chance to if i am a closed book with a blank cover, which is a metaphor that means that i am not hott or talkative. and it also means that these people hate to read, because it is time better spent shopping.

journal, i should tell you that i got my car back last week, after too long apart, and you forget to remember the connection one has with their car, because they spend so much time together, and when you are sappy sentimental and have emotional problems you might get attached to your car despite of and because of its flaws, and when i was driving that truck you could tell i was not in synchronization with its spirit, because when lights would turn green at intersections, by head would swoop forwardinstinctively because it was expecting a forward acceleration which did not come quickly enough, because my weakling fucking foot didn't have the mustard it took to get that truck pedal ddown eeasy.

last night i walked past lake eola and onto the downtown strip and into this club that i've been to three times already, because they invite nice and good bands to play there, and also because i had already purchased a ticket, and my identification proved that i was of greater age than eighteen or twenty-one, and almost those numbers combined, minus eleven.

and last night pinback played, and i have silently adored pinback for many years now, and they are my new favorite example of the penultimate "lo-fi indie pop/rock band while wearing kind of unironic death metal tee shirts". rob crowe sported a napalm death nice-y, and then they played all of the hits, and you come to realize that all of the songs are hits. and all of the pinback guys have good manners and good humour and good humility, which is more than you can ask. thank goodness for pinback.

i have also been running two and three times around lake eola, either every day or every other day, after work, and i am able to do it because i have increased endurance because i have slowly been developing a directionless anger and a directionless libido. i think it has something to living a life more like a normal person.

next weekend, i will be getting lost in allegheny state park with a peer group who will accept me, no matter how much i vomit from the intoxication at hand. these things are things to venerate.

until then, may star wars redeem itself.

-tim.