When I think for even a moment that my friend Jay is cute, that’s when I know it’s time for me to lock myself up in a nunnery. My own consciousness has very little to do with the signals. I went over this evening to finally touch base for his birthday. I woke him up so the first hour or so we wandered around eachother in his apartment like characters in a tension ridden relationship play. The girl at the sink, rinsing the vegetables in silence. Her every utterance a question that’s not quite answered. It’s not uncomfortable exactly, but it’s a noticeable uncertainty. Like solitaries having to remember how to interact with other people. Together forever with only ourselves. We made unsuccessful kebabs and watched too much TV. Fascinating thing, though I don’t see attraction beyond anthropology. These days there’s likely nothing there I couldn’t learn elsewhere.
Tomorrow evening Alistair and I scout for locations to do BlitzFilms. He’s got the gear and I have some knowledge of the city. With practise we can likely get set up in ten minutes, as quickly as my old troupe used to. Free movies in parks, alleys and on beaches. Anywhere we can haul the generator. It’s good to be talking AV with someone again. I didn’t know how much I missed it.
bonus: A Ninja Pays Half My Rent