I'm sure all of you are familiar with the pheonomenon wherein you encouter something and note it, only to find that thing recurring over and over again. Hearing about a new band can be like that. One person mentions it, and suddenly that band is on the radio when you turn it on, on the front page of the newspaper, has the same name as your friends new dog, is being hummed by the guy next to you at the cafe, and so on. There is just a freaky reverb to that thing hitting your life.
Now whether or not that thing is actually hitting you, or if you are suddenly sensitized to it and it was always there, I don't know. School's still out on that one. My feeling is it's a combination of the two. Kay.
So I mentioned this morning I found myself wandering into D-land. Since 10 this morning I have only left the house long enough to get the pizza from the delivery guy. Here's the short list:
1. I want to compile a list of references for a possible new job. (do not ask me about this I will pretend I don't know what you're talking about) One of the references: Don Kim, a guy I used to work with at my last job. Where is he now? Walmart.com, where D works. They met. Maybe they bump into each other at the coffee stand, who knows, the point is I haven't really thought about Don in months.
2. Apparently there is some kind of sale going on for SUVs all over. Consequently there are ads on TV every five minutes for the yukon Denali. watching TV has become like eating fish and tongueing the chewed mush for bones.
3. Someone on a TV show is remarking about nice cars, y'know, "like the Denali?" *sigh*
4. I go to take a nap and realize the only thing of hers I hadn't packed up or trashed was a little Hawaiian mask she gave me years ago. It sat on my wall and glowered at me while I dozed off.
5. After a little visit from Hope (I won't even mention the obvious), I flick on the TV and what is on? Queen of the Damned. I take a moment to think about why I have this funny feeling while watching it. Oh yeah. I saw it with Denali.
6. I give up on TV for the night and turn to my new DVD authoring software. I pull up my list of videos and tap "Don't wanna miss a thing" by Aerosmith. Liv Tyler and Denali are fucking clones. Don't bother arguing. I'm right.
And it keeps happening. Is it because I'm recouperating from a long night of drinking? Maybe it's a secret anniversary of something? Maybe it's just that time of the month.
I used to sit at times and just solely concentrate on making her call me, when I missed her a lot. Don't laugh too much, you'd be surprised at how often she would call at those moments. I always thought there was some indelible and intangible connection between us.
But it might just be my imagination.
Posted by Matt at September 1, 2003 11:53 PM