playing [on my headphones] today: pj harvey, ours & the gossip
i've had an insufferably unproductive/dull week at work. i'm glad its the weekend.
tonight, i've decided conclusively to go 'out on the town.' i'm just going to strip off all my fancy duds before i do.
on saturday, i hope to tour nairobi solo on my bike, if i get the courage. don't know what route i'll take, though.
finally, on sunday i leave the city once and for all and head out to naivasha, a locale in the rift valley, about 2 hours out. i'll be there for three days, attending a conference on prisoners and prison conditions.
i'll post something nice soon, je promets..
Friday, June 18, 2004
Thursday, June 17, 2004
i have a had a serious of strange dreams beginning last week. in the first one, i was visiting montreal with sunny (& tess?). i forget the sequence of events, however. the next night, or the same perhaps, i dreamed that chiemeka and i were in the copy room of my high school with Mrs. McVay (the transportation director) , and that the room was overrun with caged hamsters.
after that, i had a dream that my backyard at home was stacked six inches high with smooth, flat stones. apparently, we had been assigned the task of finding one stone in particular. the most interesting thing about the dream is probably the visual. we both were bent over, fishing through the stones with our pant legs rolled up like we were standing in a stream. eventually, chisara found the one we were looking for.
finally, last night i had one of my strangest dreams to date. in the first scene, i was playing with my hamster maple in his rolley toy, when i looked down and noticed that he was sitting in a puddle of piss. frustrated, i walked to the bathroom sink and turned on the tap, as to wash him and his toy. however, for some passion or another, i turned away the sink and when i turned back the hamster had drowned. i tried to resuscitate it, but to no avail.
after i disposed the body i went across the street to my grandfather's house when i entered the house standing there was my grandmother. she told me that she had managed to "tunnel' back, that is, to take a time tunnel and rest of the night dreaming about them. ouida and claude.. grandpa was due though it was just grandma that was visiting.
after that, i had a dream that my backyard at home was stacked six inches high with smooth, flat stones. apparently, we had been assigned the task of finding one stone in particular. the most interesting thing about the dream is probably the visual. we both were bent over, fishing through the stones with our pant legs rolled up like we were standing in a stream. eventually, chisara found the one we were looking for.
finally, last night i had one of my strangest dreams to date. in the first scene, i was playing with my hamster maple in his rolley toy, when i looked down and noticed that he was sitting in a puddle of piss. frustrated, i walked to the bathroom sink and turned on the tap, as to wash him and his toy. however, for some passion or another, i turned away the sink and when i turned back the hamster had drowned. i tried to resuscitate it, but to no avail.
after i disposed the body i went across the street to my grandfather's house when i entered the house standing there was my grandmother. she told me that she had managed to "tunnel' back, that is, to take a time tunnel and rest of the night dreaming about them. ouida and claude.. grandpa was due though it was just grandma that was visiting.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
i have a lot of work related news to share, but its going to take me another few days to get my thoughts together.
Instead, i am devoting this post to Lance Jeffery Davis. I haven't spoken with Lance since school let out, and its making me both insane and slightly miserable. I've actually been contemplating placing a long distance call to Houston..
However, in the off chance that you are google stalking me as we speak, email me fucker. Wo ai ni.
mwah.
Finally, in regards to the jounral, i've putting up some entires from late may and early june, things that i've been writing but just not bothering to post. ..
Instead, i am devoting this post to Lance Jeffery Davis. I haven't spoken with Lance since school let out, and its making me both insane and slightly miserable. I've actually been contemplating placing a long distance call to Houston..
However, in the off chance that you are google stalking me as we speak, email me fucker. Wo ai ni.
mwah.
Finally, in regards to the jounral, i've putting up some entires from late may and early june, things that i've been writing but just not bothering to post. ..
