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clarity: on friday afternoon, i was color coding installation drawings and put my ipod on shuffle. 12.23.95 from jimmy eat world's "clarity" came busting through to 2007, and it reminded me of how different I am now from who I was that autumn of 1998. that was nine years ago....a drive back from charlottesville over afton mountain on a sunday....we eagerly awaited the next release, (how could anything top clarity?)....then come 2001 and they came out with "bleed american" and i was sorely disappointed. "too overproduced", we said. whatever that meant. but it was the end of jimmy eat world, i was now relagated to that snobbish group that says, "oh yeah i like them - only their old stuff - like the records from 1996". as if i ever even owned a turn table. what drama.

argentina: i've been listening to my playlist entitled "so i hear she likes to travel" recently. however, this is probably just a kneejerk response to the fact that: trishawna is in milan. ruthie is in buenos aires. katie is in buenos aires. kimberly is in budapest. but....we've all had our time, and it's a matter of trying to see your current residence through exotic eyes. so i rode the train to goose hollow to meet nicole this morning - tried to conjure up the romance of traveling by rail through drizzly air. we talked of unfamiliar questions in an unfamiliar cafe - the window behind her faced an old stucco wall and i could have been in northern ireland. and so i chose to believe that.

rubber boots: peter & i spent the day at the coast with montana. i can never get over how you have no indication that the ocean is just behind that rise there ahead of you. as a child, we would be four hours away from north carolina's outer banks, and you could see evidence of the ocean approaching. sandy shoulders, stubby trees, sparse grass.... we arrived and it stopped raining and i watched peter and montana enjoy the sheer expanse of sand and water meets atmosphere. so much energy, run until we fall down in that salty water and it fills our boots and our skin is wrinkled so to prove that we were really there.

soapbox: apparently the npr news quiz "wait wait don't tell me" is coming to portland, and they're charging $200 a ticket. JUST WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE? I pulled out my political soapbox and went off to an i'm-unfortunately-captive-in-the-car-with-this-woman peter for no less than half an hour today.

posted by jessica @ 7:12 PM