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12 49 am pst [ patterns & vistas ] [Ok, here's the super-fast background: I dated a guy
named Ben briefly while I was a freshman in college. At a party at his
frat one summer I met one of his good friends from high school named
Ethan. I met Matthew through Ben, a few years later. Ok.]
Last night, Ethan invited Matthew and I to have dinner
with him, his girlfriend Katie, and a bunch of his friends. After being
up at the emergency room, Matthew slept all day yesterday, and woke up six
minutes before I was going to wake him.
He was drowsy and I had to suggest he get dressed
several times. I couldn't quite remember the name of the restaurant, so
we were late, but we arrived before most everyone else. There was a
second Matthew, a second Ethan, a second Katie, her husband, and several
other people who's names it took me all night to memorize (Lacey, Libby,
Katie, Ethan, Ethan, John, Jake, Kevin, Matt, Josh, Katie, Matthew, and
me; I'm sure I messed that up somehow).
The second Ethan reminded me of Josh with the roundness of his face and the
way his visage was punctuated by his mouth.
The second Ethan told me his life story with the flair
of a true writer. Next I attacked the women, having Libby, Lacey, and
Katie tell my their stories (in that order). They laughed a lot when I
got around to sharing mine.
It was lovely to finally see where he works. I got to
meet the co-workers I hear stories about. I got to see the locations I've
been unable to visualize. To the right is the balcony.
I chatted with one of Matthews co-workers whom I met while we were in New Orleans. We had
a long conversation with the co-worker
who is a Jain. He gave me a high-five for being vegan. He said that the Jain community was
a lot like the Jewish community, in that it is affluent and people tend to
marry within the community.
[Matthew's roommate who crashed his motorcycle has just
spent the past fifteen minutes spraying water repellent something on his
leather jacket inside the house. It stinks to high heaven in here and if
he were my roommie I would be cussing him out right now.]
I took a panoramic series for his mother, posted the collabs in yesterday's
entry, and made the shot to the left in the same style. It was good for
me to try to communicate with photos and not words. The corporate
headquarters provided me with infinite canvasses. The wall were lined
with textures that cried out to me; the colors wept and the structure
sang.
Matthew pointed out the bird gathered on the putting
green and we watched their wave-like gregarious movements. There is
something deliciously sensuous to
me about patterns. Patterns in movement, design, and structure all call
to me. Today was a day of seeing through the camera.
My pièce de résistance was this
picture I took of the lake on the golf course. I played with the colors
until I got it just so and I am most delighted with the result. Sweet
dreams...
3 years ago: Spent the whole day with Him. This is
bliss. 2 years ago: I didn't write until the new year
because I was in Hawai'i. 1 year ago: I used to be very much opposed to the
death penalty. < yesterday |
December 1997 - 1998 - 1999 -
2000 | tomorrow > |
Afterward, Matthew and I returned home, where I dawdled for a whole hour
and then we went to Ethan's and spent the night. This morning we had a
much shorter drive to Matthew's work, normally a 50 mile (hour and a half)
commute.
There weren't too many people at Matthew's building, and after we took an
early lunch break (having not had breakfast) I sat in his little office
all day.
For our lunch we went to "the nearest place that's good" -- a local golf
club with a restaurant. We sat outdoors under an umbrella. The day was
stunning and the food was filling.
