magnolia state

greetings from your favorite willy loman. i spent all the daylight at brandeis university where i realized that i was more attracted to the clothing i saw than to the people in it. o how i would like to cuddle with that pink terrycloth skirt. man what i would do to anyone in a white ribbed tank top with black bra straps showing and lime green hotpants. it's a scary world out there, and i am obviously part of it.

missed a good chance to drive into the car in front of me on route 16 this morning, after a branch fell on the roadway. thanks, anti-lock braking. the 'parkways' in mass. are funny: they all intersect at stoplights instead of overpasses and ramps. i spent 20 minutes at the same light this morning. masachusetts is dumb; even the four outer boroughs operating in their generic new york obscurity are more efficient.

the moonlight i spent in diesel cafe, where i had a big old lemonade made for me. i flip-flopped down to davis and brought fante finally. since i passed out reading charles bukowski's suprisingly literate, 2-page intro to fante last night, i figured i really owed tonight to ask the dust's actual author. three chapters: a young writer doing the writing about writing thing. a fictionalized journal? an idealist portrait of the american starving artist (in america we only have starving artists)? drunk old buk was right about the passion and the flow in fante. i giggled and smiled and sighed and thought about him and me and us. fante went to a jesuit high school with the same name as mine but in colorado--maybe it's an all-boys thing. at any rate i remembered i am waiting for a cd by 70s funk drummer hamilton bohannon (who??) to arrive in the mail and it didn't come today. more obscure, more extinct. maybe i will take my name off this blog and call it totally endangered.

on the way home i found a quarter in the quiet quiet street stamped for mississippi the magnolia state. i said maybe things will get better now and put it in my left pocket. i usually put change in my right pocket.