finally some down time relaxing, thumbing through the latest issue of national geographic. everyone in the place was doing something. most were reading, a few writing. one guy was not doing anything, not anything at all. he just sat there with sunglasses looking forward. it seemed kind of odd, out of place, it shouldn't have, it was a nice sunny day above java beach. and it should be perfectly normal for someone to just sit and think. it was curious though! hard to tell a persons state when u cant see their eyes. was he napping? or counting the number of people walking by; 345, 346, ... waiting patiently for the next person to walk by. was he slowly falling in love with the girl with her back to him. she had just the right amount of imperfection to hook a person that sees perfection in average! not too little, not too much. we probably develop feelings for anything if we look at it long enough, specially things that are silent. try it out; stare at a rock for 10 minutes. u start noticing things, beautiful things; curves, dimples, edges, shapes, figures .. the object takes on a character. but what about her? is she gentle? does she purr like a kitten when she sleeps? does she love artichoke hearts? all this stuff could be snailing through his mind. or was it something else all together? was he thinking "this guy to my left is looking at me and I bet he's going to start writing something. he would have to or feel out of place just sitting there, not reading his magazine. he probably has a diary, maybe even a weblog. he might even think that I'm fixated on this girl’s bare shoulder in front of me. does she know he is writing about her through me? should I tell her? 'excuse me, this guy to my left keeps looking at me, and since I'm looking forward he probably thinks that I'm staring at you. how do you feel about that? does that bother u? do u want me to stop? but I wasn't staring, he was thinking that I was. does that matter? weather you are in my mind or in his or anyone else’s in this place? do you feel divided or spread out? being in multiple places at the same time? not being responsible or in control of what you are doing at all these virtual places? god knows what he's thinking in his sick little head! do you want him to stop? 'excuse me, can u stop writing about me? she doesn't like it very much. the fact that you think she is imperfect offends her. she doesn't like people highlighting her flaws, let alone writing about them. she once scorned at someone for opening the door for her and she actually does not like to be called a lady. so could u kindly stop?''"

a lot of thoughts going through my head but dont quite seem to be able to put them in words. time goes on. its august the fucking 6th. I haven't even started with summer and I'm getting catalogues urging me to prepare for fall! had a friend and his girlfriend visiting from italy and had to show them around a few days. what is it about the glitter in america? the sofisticated italians with their great taste in clothes and wine and food went gaga in a stupid ass tacky restaurant with fake trees and rubber animals, rainforest cafe or something. 'there is nothing like this in italy, its great'. they couldn't get enough of the place. they want to move here, get a bigger house, a bigger car.
come one, come all, but please leave your brain at the door!!!