Tuesday, August 12, 2003

I must get up at 6am tomorrow morning, per routine these days. I love the morning, and I am so happy to see her. But that doesn't make me any less tired when I wake up. I have brand new sheets that match my new room color and they are very inviting, but I feel obligated to write down my memory of yesterday before it is gone.

Yesterday was an enviable day. Work was relatively easy and short. When I got home, there were three things waiting for me: a post card from London from my friend Emily (which brought a huge grin to my face, I was so happy to hear from her), a funny belated birthday card complete with fantastic senior dinner dance photos from my friend and former roommate Pete, and a package containing a new book and a hand made mini-pillow from my friend Katie. Getting mail makes me happy, but getting three fantastic pieces of mail from three fantastic people - that made me feel incredible. On my way up to Los Angeles (to see Björk at the Hollywood Bowl) I encountered uncommonly good traffic and a slew of green lights. Speaking of green, there seemed to be green everywhere I was. The card from Pete was in a green envelope, the pillow from Katie was green, the streetlights were green, most of the lights in Björk's show were green, and the crown thingy that Björk was wearing was even green (nevermind the surrounding forrest of green at the venue). I like green. It's my color, so it put things well for me. Björk was amazing. Her voice is even more entrancing in person. She can be angry and soft and dark and sexual all without seeming like she's trying to be that way.

The audience at the Björk show was even more eccentric than the Tori Amos show. The majority of the audience were either couples dressed in an array of similarly loud colors and calculated tattoos or proudly gay couples. So yes, I felt a bit alone being single and in my Random Play Music t-shirt and jeans, but I had a good time (I was there with Darren, the guitarist from Oris as well as his girlfriend and her sister). I lost count of the number of girls with wings tattooed on their backs. I also forgot what air smelled like since all one could breathe was second-hand pot smoke. But I didn't mind...it went very well with the show. Very well.

Shit, it's getting late.

I also spent some time taking pictures while I walked to and from my car. The best part was definitely accidentally spotting a little gumby-esque guy with a big afro bent around a chain-link fence. It somehow made sense that he was sitting there. It just fit. Otherwise I would have taken him with me...would have gone well in the kitchen.

If you want some music that's great to write to, especially at night, use the song Von by Sigur Rós. I just did.