Van Nuys, Sherman Oaks, Mission Hills... legendary places whose evocative names suggest a laid-back, bucolic pastoralism seemingly at odds with the bustling, bohemian art scenes and glamorous high fashion lifestyles the residents. A short tour down the fabulous and heretofore unknown Ronald Reagan Highway (118) and you'll find yourself in the historic town of San … Continue reading Daytripper
A small girl climbed a ladder and popped her head through my window, waking me up. She wanted to tell me that my new name is Muller Fuller. Someone outside called her down and she disappeared again. Two of my friends, trying to sneak in to a showing of Mulholland Drive on a token nicked … Continue reading Pre-Reveille reveries…
I dreamt last night that I was driving across the Arabian Peninsula... Every time I was outside, it seemed like the sun had gone down two hours before. At the hotels, I felt like I was getting ripped off with extra charges but that I could afford to pay more so obliged them since the hotel … Continue reading Dreams, requests, realizations, &c.
Well, this Friday is Silent Movie Night for October. The movie is Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde because Halloween is coming. I've really got to get back into the holiday spirit... I used to celebrate the Eve of St. Agnes and St. Swithin's Day and Zoroastrian holidays, &c and now I forget about the major … Continue reading Silent Film Night
Thanks Christine for the new keyboard- without it, I wouldn't be able to have "p"s or spaces among other hassles. Now I can even get on the computer whilst the other two housemembers sleep away. Thanks again. Unfortunately, I don't have much of interest to post about: I'm going to start my new job at … Continue reading new keyboard
Just talking about dreams during the day always ends up making them more interesting when I sleep. Well, not necessarily interesting to other people but I'm curious what Sigmund Tran's... oops! (Freudian Slip) reading would be of this morning's curiousity: I was running along a grassy coast at the onset of a big storm. Waves … Continue reading dreams of l.a.
This morning I dreamt that I was going through my mom's records and found the first Left Banke album (Walk Away Renee/Pretty Ballerina). She mistakenly thought I was giving her guff about them (she didn't know I was a fan) when I asked her who that she'd known turned her onto the Left Banke. She … Continue reading hung up on a dream