Sunset @ MindSay

new job coming up. thot i'd take the weekend off. hold my shit down.

meaning: cross the cultures cross the city --> bathed in radiant lights of day and street light nights

1. don real fur. skate down to the bros and the girls drinking James Ready in the hot hot hot afternoon light... some were down with the veggie burgers --> this is sorta East Village North in a way so it's all good (understood?)

2. when Nixon and I finally made it up north there to the midtown Italian - Portuguese festival, the burning ball in the sky had shifted to a sentimental circle that was bent on adding colour to the evening of Brazilian dancers, uniformed stage bands and the six blocks jammed with immigrant families, young couples and blue collar workers. the empty streetcar tracks disappeared with the curve of the hillside into the distant haze of the midtown landscape -- it was a light but thick green.

3. saw an old roommate i hadn`t talked to in years. that went pretty well. looked pretty bulky. i thought he would be a bitch to me. but he was pretty cool. but he did talk a bit in riddles, if you know what i mean. like, the way people talk to you when they have some negative opinion about you (i.e. their ego is telling them they`re better than you) but they don`t really want to tell you.

4. heard a new version of this laid back band`s wikkidist song. we had to pass through one dark bar, and head through a curtain to the back room to take in the set. the guitar screams california. the lyrics inspired. apparently the drummer holds shit together. they could be for hippies or hipsters -- and yet they wouldn`t belong to either category. somehow the tunes are crisp and marketable. you just know they don`t think they`re better than anyone -- ya know... apparently they`ve just started recording my favourite track -- and, this stoked me out, the drumbeat they just laid down is pretty damn intense, the lead singer says...

5. gathered gossip on the inner-workings of the jungle crews of the city. one of the star players in the scene is looking for a new home. *but i may have already witnessed the next step --- I talked to a powerful party promoter that`s trying to bring FG on board... that was random but nice to hear

6. met up with my womens studies girl and just chilled on her porch at like 3 a.m. or whatever. i guess she likes dubstep now. and MIA. obviously. I guess the new vid with Rye Rye is just SMOKING HOT. (i.e. the girls are smoking hot -- chillin on a couch or something). this coming from a women`s studies major.

7. made some beats. yeah.

8. and etc.

New project: any interaction with someone that seems...significant or interesting or...something. If it has that je ne sais quoi that makes me feel like writing about it, I'll write about it. Try to capture the moment. Only had one of those recently, but I think it'll be an interesting...something. Project? Exercise? Something about my mundane and uninteresting life that might capture some kind of everyday beauty. Changing names for obvious reasons, and from time to time, I may just...make up names because, frankly, I don't know everyone's name. ANYWAY. The first one that I actually decided to write about happened last night.

 

David Eli

"That," he proclaimed, gesturing widely at the afterglow of the sunset, "that is glorious."

I looked up at the ribbons of dying light silhouetting the smoky lavender foothills. "Really is beautiful, isn't it?"

David, shocked to be inciting a response, looked back up the stairs. "What's your favorite color?"

I returned my eyes to the dying sun, no longer actually visible over the hills. "I dunno; that orange is pretty dazzling. But I'm also kind of partial to that teal."

David grinned. "I like that shy greeen. Not very noticeable..." He gestured to a thin band of jade in the ribbon. "But it still makes its cameo." He took a few more steps toward the darkening lot. "See you Thursday."

"Looks like it," I agreed, sitting down on the cement stairs. And so walked away David Eli.

And it was truly glorious, I realized. The wind, unusually warm for a Northern California mid-January, blew through the valley, whistling in the trees, kissing the street lamps, and winding its way down to the delta cities. The sunset, so brilliantly serene, faded to quiet twilight, and the last few students scurried off to their evening classes.

Here are some more photographs I took over the last 5 years....