Saw Benjamin Button. The non-symmetry of the second half, which does not reflct the pacing of the first half, does disrupt the theme, but nevertheless the film does adequately explore the independencies of the time and relationship axes. Interestingly, the unprecedented symbolic use of Katrina, representing the destructive storm underlying time, feels much more raw than the senseless WW1 casualties it parallels.

Read the Raw Shark Texts: parts Myst, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Matrix, Name of the Rose, Jaws. Aside from being fascinating, it personally raises so many questions answers are already know to.

Why a book is unread so long.
Why panic at archive crash.
Why must tell the story.
Why happened at 16.
Why not over her.
Why not swim.
Why a cat.
Why lie.
Why.

The chance of rain and the necessity of doing laundry are directly related.

A most ghetto Chanukkah.

The secret to surviving excursions on numbingly cold days is Teavana.

I hate driving tests. Why isn’t life like baseball? If you get thrown enough bad pitches, you get to go to first anyway.
Um, driving tests are like baseball: if you fail enough, you get to walk.

Try to go again.

Another hiatus, another SI single.

“I am understand with occasional difficulty.”

In the future, some poor student translating will, being confused by the term air conditioning, try to translate it literally, only to be rebuked by their teacher for missing the note on the text explaining that the phrase idiomatically denotes cooling.

“I find it kind of funny / I find it kind of sad…”
I leave bed one transcendent sleepless night…
“…Worn out places, worn out faces…”
Cut off from the world…
“…Going nowhere…”
Having read a book…
“…No expression…”
A book not yet published…
“…No tomorrow…”
A testament I pray must be of a friend of a friend…
“…Happy Birthday…”
A story about my life…
“…Sit and listen…”
My story, never told…
“…No one knew me…”
My life, never lived…
“…Look right through me…”
Mad.
“…I find it hard to tell you / I find it hard to take…”

“Like a virgin / Touched for the very first time…”

One can only reveal to someone that one is not a virgin once.

“11) Sex is a good way to cement a place in a relationship and make it serious.”
Agree. But, I mean, I’d also agree that it’s a bad way to cement a place in a relationship and make it serious.

A pocket full of lie: Counting out money, setting a dainty dish before the king, the queen’s honey, and roguish overanalysis.

“Sing a song of sixpence…”

Matter is a male mattress.

Nothing to sneeze at.

“Oh yeah / I’ll tell you something / I think you’ll understand…”

Dialogue: Hand, to mouth

I didn't want my reaction to your being honest to be negative, be it critical or fearful or guilt. I wanted some level of: okay, we can do this.

Share: Hand, in hand

That's what I value in physicality. The expression of being wanted, acceptance of wanting, that just doesn't work without awareness or sensitivity.

Comfort: Hand, shake

“…I want to hold your hand…”

Did the apple feel any guilt for the original sin?

Is there goodness in humanity sufficient to not make destructive mistakes? Is there goodness in humanity sufficient to recover from mistakes having been made?

I have made destructive and self-destructive choices to people close to me, despite it not being my intent. And even if wanted and deserved, I can’t in venting my misanthropic rage selfishly prioritze my own emotional want. If I am satisfied by my own behavior, then the rest of the world's is immaterial.

That's what I feel guilt about. He, to not hurt a friend, refrained from you. That same night, I didn't, despite knowing that a friend didn't want me to, the friend being you.

- $
- programs
+ curtain
+ box I'd/monoxide
- singing
+ taking S[]’s suggestion
- changing Canadian parliament to Canada
+ funny
- confusing
+ leap onto the table
- not listening
+ prop DVD/ invisible DVD player
++ Auschwitz
+ B[] not laughing on the backline during M[]’s monologue.
+ shirtless
- rejecting a suggestion
- explaning a joke
- shortform
+ recovering neatly
+ funny
- singing
+ good lines
+ extra game since extra time
- A[]
+ spaghetti arms
+ pizza

(?) is the ultimate in self-doubt, to be unsure whether one is unsure.

Different couch, different shirt, different night, same game.
This will only end badly.

Oh god she’s beautiful. Oh god she’s beautiful. Oh god what is she doing with her leg,

Siberian exile
Spreading the party line
Being a loyalist
Looking the other way
Violent nepotism

Libations of camaraderie, comrades liberated.

It’s red and evil and makes a humorous topical political statement.

Let’s give communism a try, even if it involves giving the shirt off my back.