is this week's journal entry.
I've actually been pretty good about not emailing while drunk, although last week I fell off the wagon. Since my friends like to post my drunk emails on their websites (ahem!), I've decided I might as well just post it here.
I do not think that this will become a regular feature.
Yeah so it's only 8:36 but appearantly I'm drunk already and when I was at the bar tonight having Sierra Nevada Scotch Ale (Yumm!) and a grilled chicken sandwhich I thought it had been a long time since I had sent a drunken email probably because I only do that when a celebrity has died and none have died recently although God knows I've been doing my evey-other-nightly-voodoo dance PRAYING for the death of GeorgeDonaldCondaleezaDick and why haven't they died already but then the scotch ale hits and I have this moment where everything comes together and I actually understand how the personal, the biological, the sociological and the aesthetic all fit together in one central structure that makes sense (and is fun!) but is also mystical in a way but as soon as I try to explain it I start tripping over words and the meaning and sense evaporate...
I feel like at this point I should mention (like Isabella Rossilini in "Blue Velvet"): "I'm not insane. I know the difference between right and wrong." Which reminds me: I saw a fun/heartbreaking short movie written by Isabella and directed by Guy Maddin called "My Father is 100 Years Old" about Isabella's father, Roberto Rossilini. The movie is worth seeing for Isabella imitating Daryl Zanuck and the fact that her father is represented by a big bloated belly. But the ending is heartbreaking: Isabella (playing herself) hugging her father's bloated stomache and saying "I don't know if you were a genius, Dad, but I love you."
Has everyone heard the new Neko Case record? It's good, but it should be 10 minutes longer - it never quite bulids to a climax the the way it should, yet is a sold pleasure throughout.
Cheers everyone. I'm not a bad person.
John
8 comments:
Hmmph. You never sent ME a drunken email. My blogreaders are waiting.
The interesting part is that a drunken you is way more articulate and sensible than most of the sober masses.
Yeah, it reminds me of the old episode of "WKRP In Cincinnati" when Johnny Fever's reflexes became better the more he drank...
Okay - will add you to my informal "drunk email" list, although hopefully I won't be sending out too many...
Actually, John, you ARE insane, although it has nothing to do with your alcohol-induced moment of clarity. It's just genetics. Sorry.
Oh, my! Oh, my!
Mom
"but then the scotch ale hits and I have this moment where everything comes together and I actually understand how the personal, the biological, the sociological and the aesthetic all fit together in one central structure that makes sense (and is fun!) but is also mystical in a way"
Gee, when I drink, I usually just feel buzzed and wake up with a headache.
I feel cheated . . .
okay, I'm reading this way late compared to when you sent it, but I must say I feel comforted. I SO want to have these kinds of conversations/to sort of share in a stream-of-consciousness way, to call someone I haven't spoken to in a long time, thinking it will be this great, perfect moment to do so, when I'm shitfaced. I agree that happens far less then it used to, but now I know where (and to whom) I'll direct that energy! John, please do add me to your drunken email list, and trust that I'll do the same. I know you didn't ask for that, I'm just feeling especially benevolent...
Uh, John? Could you go out and get plastered again
so we could have another posting? I miss your writing.
Julie
PS Eric informed me today that in one month is the "greatest holiday of all time". Modest, isn't he?
ditto Julie.
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