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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Dream?
We were in Iran. david, satchmo, daniel, michael, sperm, vincent, and there were others.
we were all hanging out and such. there were these explosions that would go off every now and again. we werwe in a very rural area up in the mountainous north of iran, although it felt a bit foreign to me. i didnt recognize teh area.
there wold be explosions that would go off every once in a while, but it was like what pakistan did in vertical limit, just warning shots. nobody liked the army or the government, but it was just a known thing as it is today.
so we were all hanging out, and it was muddy up the mountains, misty, but not cold. it was jillian's birthday that day and shw wanted an old school like 70's hippie party at my aunt' s house up in the mountains. and it was getting prepped at the moment that we were all walking around.
we reached a ravine that had a small metal bridge over it, a watch tower on our side, and on the other side was a bunker that was cut into the mountain. hanging from the bridge were 3 bombs that were causing the explosions, just tied by rope.
we were just hanging out on the gate next to the bridge, nonchalant. i ran over to one of the bombs because nobody was watching and cut it down really quickly and it blew up at the bottom of the ravine.
nothing happened. everyone laughed, it was a rush.
1 minute later, daniel went over and cut antoehr one down. i thought he was stupid for that.
then a soldier came out of the bumker, suspected us, and walked to us calmly. i couldnt hear what he was saying, but when he reached us, he started arguing with daniel. i was blocked from the argument though, i couldnt really look at them or hear them, but thats all i saw, i wasnt doing anything else . weird.
anyway, daniel was taken by the soldier, and only he got locked up.
so everyone except for daniel was hanging out at the bridge still and after 10 minutes, we were going to leave, but i told everyone that we needed to do something about daniel.
so i crossed the bridge and opened the door and the guard put a huge knife to daniel's neck when he saw me. i calmed him down and sat down at the door and they locked up him somewhere. the guard was threatening me with his knife now but he was just yelling at me waving it around.
i noticed he had a santur so we started talking about it and how nobody plays it in america. i started playing. he got another santur and we were playing together. time passed, other guards came and went.
then the major or corporal or highest ranking guy whatever came and talked to the guard and heard me. he liked what i was playing, so us 3 went out for a walk with our santurs and the major guy had some different hand-played drums. we found a tree stump in a muddy area next to this gigantic secluded house and started playing. we played til sundown and we hit it off quite well. they all liked me and i didnt really have to watch what i said as much, but i knew i should, i still had something i wanted.it was awkward though, i remember the major putting his face really close to mine and like singing to me, he was a really tall (6' 3"?), early 50's but pretty fit for his age, mustache man.
so then we were walking around again, i was wondering the time, the major said 7, which was really late and it was dark so it made sense. we were passing a mini mart and we asked the owner standing outside and he said it was actually 3. which was random....
we got to my aunt's house where the party was at. the soldier and major were going to leave, but i reminded them about daniel and if they could please release him. the major quickly said oh yeah sure sure, he'll be out.
i was relieved, went inside, told everyone at the party that knew, and just chilled on a couch cuz i was really tired from all of that santur.
i woke up with my imaginary phone to my ear, caught myself "talking" to david asking if daniel had gotten home alright and he answered that "he hadnt gotten home yet but he was on his way, oh just walked in" and that was the moment i woke up.
FIN
we were all hanging out and such. there were these explosions that would go off every now and again. we werwe in a very rural area up in the mountainous north of iran, although it felt a bit foreign to me. i didnt recognize teh area.
there wold be explosions that would go off every once in a while, but it was like what pakistan did in vertical limit, just warning shots. nobody liked the army or the government, but it was just a known thing as it is today.
so we were all hanging out, and it was muddy up the mountains, misty, but not cold. it was jillian's birthday that day and shw wanted an old school like 70's hippie party at my aunt' s house up in the mountains. and it was getting prepped at the moment that we were all walking around.
we reached a ravine that had a small metal bridge over it, a watch tower on our side, and on the other side was a bunker that was cut into the mountain. hanging from the bridge were 3 bombs that were causing the explosions, just tied by rope.
we were just hanging out on the gate next to the bridge, nonchalant. i ran over to one of the bombs because nobody was watching and cut it down really quickly and it blew up at the bottom of the ravine.
nothing happened. everyone laughed, it was a rush.
1 minute later, daniel went over and cut antoehr one down. i thought he was stupid for that.
then a soldier came out of the bumker, suspected us, and walked to us calmly. i couldnt hear what he was saying, but when he reached us, he started arguing with daniel. i was blocked from the argument though, i couldnt really look at them or hear them, but thats all i saw, i wasnt doing anything else . weird.
anyway, daniel was taken by the soldier, and only he got locked up.
so everyone except for daniel was hanging out at the bridge still and after 10 minutes, we were going to leave, but i told everyone that we needed to do something about daniel.
so i crossed the bridge and opened the door and the guard put a huge knife to daniel's neck when he saw me. i calmed him down and sat down at the door and they locked up him somewhere. the guard was threatening me with his knife now but he was just yelling at me waving it around.
i noticed he had a santur so we started talking about it and how nobody plays it in america. i started playing. he got another santur and we were playing together. time passed, other guards came and went.
then the major or corporal or highest ranking guy whatever came and talked to the guard and heard me. he liked what i was playing, so us 3 went out for a walk with our santurs and the major guy had some different hand-played drums. we found a tree stump in a muddy area next to this gigantic secluded house and started playing. we played til sundown and we hit it off quite well. they all liked me and i didnt really have to watch what i said as much, but i knew i should, i still had something i wanted.it was awkward though, i remember the major putting his face really close to mine and like singing to me, he was a really tall (6' 3"?), early 50's but pretty fit for his age, mustache man.
so then we were walking around again, i was wondering the time, the major said 7, which was really late and it was dark so it made sense. we were passing a mini mart and we asked the owner standing outside and he said it was actually 3. which was random....
we got to my aunt's house where the party was at. the soldier and major were going to leave, but i reminded them about daniel and if they could please release him. the major quickly said oh yeah sure sure, he'll be out.
i was relieved, went inside, told everyone at the party that knew, and just chilled on a couch cuz i was really tired from all of that santur.
i woke up with my imaginary phone to my ear, caught myself "talking" to david asking if daniel had gotten home alright and he answered that "he hadnt gotten home yet but he was on his way, oh just walked in" and that was the moment i woke up.
FIN
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
a student bikes back home, a bit disgruntled, from showing up to his 5 hour lecture an hour early. on the corner of the campus, an elementary latina girl in her private school uniform and studious spectacles walks up to passing student, selling chocolates, with her tired mother sitting, watching, content.
they figure, USC, wealthy kids. they could spare a dollar or two. of course nobody stops. im so impressed by the effort of this little girl. she's fearless, going up to almost everyone that passes her.
the mother has one of those real human faces. its a visage. its weathered. i want to take a picture of it but it would be weird in this context to approach her for one.
i didnt stop for this girl. im not as wealthy as the other kids at school, but i didnt stop either. i hope she's still there.
they figure, USC, wealthy kids. they could spare a dollar or two. of course nobody stops. im so impressed by the effort of this little girl. she's fearless, going up to almost everyone that passes her.
the mother has one of those real human faces. its a visage. its weathered. i want to take a picture of it but it would be weird in this context to approach her for one.
i didnt stop for this girl. im not as wealthy as the other kids at school, but i didnt stop either. i hope she's still there.
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