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Observations

Wed, 02/02/2011 - 03:34 -- Bee

One observation from my travels:

Now that I'm old, a different type of creepy stranger hits on me! Whereas I was once pestered only by peers, recently I have had unwanted attention from a larger variety of socio-economic and age groups.

Though it is possible I was just too stupid to notice in youth.

Driving around in rural Texas I was amazed by many things, like abandoned houses, empty storefronts, and desolate car lots - all of which look as though they were thriving until recently. Like, say, weeks ago.

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Metaphysical

Tue, 02/01/2011 - 21:00 -- Bee

Marisa is a good friend, dependable, steady, perceptive, patient. She is the secular equivalent of a godparent to my children, the executor of my estate, an esteemed honorary member of the family. She is there if I need someone to listen, or a ride, or a friend to fly to the other side of the world and just hang out. And I would do the same for her. We don't talk much, because we don't need to; our friendship occupies a space beyond performance.

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Wearisome

Fri, 01/21/2011 - 21:00 -- Bee

Final observation: here in California, despite plentiful allocation of street and private options, valet parking dominates the commercial landscape. Hotels, stores, bars, restaurants - even cheap shoddy restaurants!

And all the attendants, regardless of heritage, look like Jason Bourne.

Why? Are they anticipating a sudden call for an undercover mission, are they hoping to be cast in a movie, are they so bored they have nothing better to do than lift weights, or do they just enjoy the aesthetic?

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Rhetorical

Tue, 01/04/2011 - 13:27 -- Bee

Rhetorical question: when traveling on my American passport, how long does it take for extreme drama to come snarling toward me like the most lethal sort of emotional hurricane?

Answer: something like three minutes.

There is no way to predict exactly what will go wrong, but something always does. This winter the controversy is in my so-called private life, and while I normally refrain from comment I am now far too old to obey the rules of etiquette imposed by blood kin.

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Mournful

Sat, 01/01/2011 - 21:00 -- Bee

I'm driving around endless ugly sprawling suburbs listening to AC/DC and feeling mournful. It is just like being young again, except for the music.

The most shocking visible difference? Despite excessive fuel costs, people appear to be driving ever larger vehicles. I'm a child of the seventies, I remember fuel rationing - and everyone switched to smaller cars, even my grandparents. And they owned a petrol station!

I guess folks nowadays need the new bigger cars to drive to their new bigger houses in new bigger suburbs?

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Context

Sat, 12/04/2010 - 07:45 -- Bee

While unpacking I have been reading a random assortment of books and essays that turn up at the top of teetering stacks of shit. This is consistent with my normal approach to literature, but for whatever alchemical reason I keep encountering this stereotype of the English Rose - British women with dewy, lovely skin.

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Rage

Wed, 12/01/2010 - 07:45 -- Bee

Last year I was stuck in Cambridge, unable to travel because of immigration restrictions, and I decided to make a list.

I sat in a cafe I disliked in a town I hated with a piece of paper and a bleary pen. I outlined where I wanted to be, and what it would take to get there. The specific destination was less important than the philosophical imperative of change - profound, brutal, transformative, necessary.

Back then I didn't like my life, so radical departure did not pose a threat. Transgressions are immaterial if you have no expectations.

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