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[dot_fennel]

M Lemon emailed me a few days ago, out of the blue, about a concert coming up tonight. I don't think I'd talked to her in a year and a half. She walked in after the band were done, just as I was leaving, which led to an awkward hello/goodbye on the sidewalk outside. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I got the feeling we could have actually hung out warmly had she made it to the club on time, and it was actually that potential that made it awkward. I don't know.

It seems like a monumental failure of cosmic design that I can cope with the idea of not getting to see her again soon. Time heals all wounds, I guess, but it feels less like a body repairing itself and more like a river gradually changing course.

You damn hippie.

You know how it is. Oh, also, a friend of mine was heckled from the stage by the lead singer. That was great.

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Which show was it?







I missed Super Furry Animals on Monday, what with just getting back from Florida and all my car issues. I know you don't dig 'em, but I sure do.







Since I've finally caught up on sleep and fixed the car, I can relax enough to write.







I like your simile for freeing the mind from lost love. I've found that my process for recovering from an ex involves making myself suspicious the affair ever happened. I make analogies of the relationship to other events or works of fiction, and then I file so many of the emotions into those plots that I can get back to work. This removes emotional weight from an event thus keeping me from feeling anything about it.



Whoah, that sounds really nasty, doesn't it? "I heal from burning by pretending there was no fire." Jeeze. I'd hate to think how removed from reality my remaining thoughts are. In fact, that sentence suggests a deeper problem -- automated repression. Freud on roller skates.



I learned the technique from working bad jobs. I had to clear my head of the crumminess of events no one wanted to hear about, so I started making analogies and filing the real thoughts under analogies. Somehow I survive, and since no one has been hurt but me...



...I suppose I can observe the process and keep it from deluding while diluting.



See you Friday night for the movie run?



-typical looney talk, ps/d