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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0120 - sat 2200 Chilly, Flowers, David Gray, Luke Perry A chilly Saturday evening. For a change, there was no rain today, and it was clear with sunshine, but a bursty, brisk wind. It was colder last night than I had thought; when I took the garbage out, the water in the upturned lids was coated with ice. Several weeks ago, I made a silly comment about being lucky to have a floor furnace that provided relatively cheap heat. Oooooppppppsssss. That was before I got my gas bill - $120. This is the first time, it has been more than $30. The gas company sez it is "supply and demand." This means I'm having to be far more careful about the thermostat. Crap! Crap! Crap! Today was my mother's birthday. I'd sent her flowers earlier in the week - two roses, daises, long stalks of odd-looking green "buds", foxglove. She seemed to enjoy it. We went to Maccaroni's for lunch. This is her favorite place, but I've noticed the constant background music interfers with her hearing, so I'm never sure if she understands me or not. Today was exceptionally perplexing, and I was beginning to become downright frustrated. For the last half-hour, I've been watching the incredible David Gray on "Austin City Limits." It seems curious to be watching a Welsh folk-rocker on what I always think of as a Tex-Mex program. My first encounter with him was listening to "Babylon" on virgin.uk. "White Ladder" has become one of my favorite CDs. A rich, haunting work that reminds me of Dylan at his best. Here again is another artist that I find exceptionally sexy. For the past year, I've become infatuated with the less-likely sex figure. And somehow this seems to be part of a larger shift in my interests. An overwhelming urge to stand behind someone, enveloping them. What is Luke Perry doing on "Oz"? And what is this I've read about him going to do a full-frontal nude scene? PAX!
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