Our first real day of autumn in New York. An actual breeze. A breath of clean fresh air. Smiles on everyone’s faces. Took a few friends to church this morning. Powerful sermon as always. The guy’s on fire. Eloquent and yet emotive and significant at the same time. Powerful music. free music free food free drink free powerful sermons and awesome people to chill with. What more can a person want for a Sunday morning? More and more each day, each week… feeling more liberated from the judging mind, from the confines of thought. And in that there is freedom and bliss. God smiles and you smile back.
If life was large enough I would lovingly embrace every darn one of them for they are all so beautiful. I swear to God I think I am really onto something with this whole fruitplate theory of dating. [should it be a fruitplate or a fruit basket? I guess that depends on how big the plate is.] You know, the whole ‘I found freedom when you said no’ thing. I’m walking down the street carrying this big bouquet of roses that I had just bought and I’m passing all these girls on the street. And there’s nothing New York girls like more than a guy in sandals carrying a bouquet of roses. And there is no place in America better for beautiful girls than New York City. [people may mention California or Miami but they just haven’t been to New York.] Because all the girls here are just so stylish and cool and smart and witty and have it put together… the only other place in the world where you see this kind of beauty stacked up on top of itself is in Rome.] Anyway, so the theory is I’m thinking I just keep dating all these girls for social events, right, but if you’re smart, you never sleep with any of them – because that cuts it to the chase pretty much and you don’t want that , so you never fool around with them. You save that for other girls. But with the really great girls you just hang out with them. the best of both worlds man. that’s it right there.
I’m sitting out on the stairs and it is a gorgeous day! I mean perfect. the most perfect day of the year so far. there is this couple across the street walking and arguing in Spanish. (well I’m pretty sure they are walking in English, but they are arguing in Spanish.) every few seconds they stop in the middle of the sidewalk and yell at each other, raising their hands and arms with such passion and emotion. Don’t you love arguing? If its done from and with love, arguing is a potent aphrodisiac. Passion man. pure passion.
Last screening: Russia, the land of the tsars. Fascinating.
Current read: chronicles, volume one. Dylan’s autobiography.
