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contours provocations
journal - 2003-0330 - 1900 Cold, Work, Rugby, Gay Jew, Dreaming of Brad Pitt The weekend has been windy and surprisingly cold. Downright uncomfortable. I even had to turn the heat back on. It has also been uneventful. Well, what else is new! I've spent most of it reading, watching tv or surfing the web. And I had lunch with a friend today. Yesterday, I moseyed off to lunch at the Japanese restaurant. And was shoehorned into a slot against the wall. The nice people next to me gave me back the napkin they had snatched. I tried to read my copy of "PC Magazine," but my brain kept wandering. My next stop was work so I could try to catch up. I found the bookmark for the free form web channel I mentioned the other day. It's Erika. The strange song I spoke of was "Children Run Away" from "The Man with the Candy" by the Frogs. Work was equally uneventful. I finally left when I was beginning to feel chilly. On the way home, I stopped to watch a rugby match which I noticed was starting when I left for lunch. Or at least I think it was rugby. I know this is one of those touchy areas. Sorta like calling an MG a Triumph. People get really excited about that. The second I got out of the car I knew I'd made a mistake. The wind was nippy, and I almost chocked on the smell of freshly-cut grass. So I didn't stay long enough to figure out what the game was. A large group of guys in shorts running around on a grassy field. I re-read a book I've had for several years. "An Underground Life - Memoirs of A Gay Jew in Nazi Berlin." by Gad Beck. Utterly fascinating and written in an almost conversational style. Beck was able to avoid arrest until almost the end of the war. And then was freed from prison by the Russian army. He succeeded by a mixture of guile, sexual manipulation, deceit and opportunism. But succeed he did. Amazingly! I've intended to write about a dream I had last week. I was in a large old auditorium that appeared to date from the 30s. And there was some kind of activity going on. At one end of the building there was a set of very small interconnected rooms. There was no hallway; to get from one place to another, you had to wind your way through the rooms. I'd have to say that the rooms were like those dark backrooms that are supposed to exist in some disreputable gay bars. (Off course, I know of these only from hearsay and rumor.) And indeed guys were wandering around clad in towels or undies. I turned to my left, and there was Brad Pitt wearing a long white towel looking very much as he did in one of those Playgirl photos. And he suddenly started kissing me. And I reached out and felt his thigh and the term "living marble" popped into my head. That was about as far as the Bradster and I got. I think he wandered off, and I slipped outside. Next door was a similar building, and beyond that a small bulding, maybe three or four stories tall. And on the ground floor was a series of offices with the lights on and the windows open. And each office was very similar with teak paneling, and everything seemed build-in. But the offices were bare as though no longer in use. I turned around and walked back into the first building. And there was Brad again. And he was very insistent. But I could not understand what he saw in me. But that's all I remember. Is there a shrink in the audience? One well versed in dream interpretation. PAX!
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