Practicalmadness

I'm watching George Washington tonight for what seems like the first time in ages. I'm sure I've plopped it into the DVD player at some point over the past year, but my last good memory of seeing it was showing it to Colin, a guy I had met at a Barnes & Noble in Birmingham who was sitting in on my classes and staying at my place for a few days.

I showed him this film and Lawrence of Arabia, discussing and studying them until the wee hours of the morning, when I simply couldn't stay awake anymore and remarked, 'jesus, you know you're getting old when you can't even manage an all-nighter anymore.'

The stream of my consciousness is drifting towards a memory of a freshman year all-nighter spent just talking with Amanda Granek in her dorm room, but we shall skip that memory for now, save it for a less cynical moment.

Right now it's just me and the film, and the computer. (Jenny is present, of course, but off doing her own thing. She is in the self-contained world of her headphones, and I shall soon go into my own, I think.) My project is to try to think of songs I'd like to steal, and then stealing them.

"When I go to the bathroom, I'd like to be proud of what happens."
"Hold on, now, there are two hot dogs with chili somewhere in my pantsuit."

See, when memories come to me they are never specific or topical; just little shocks of memory that let me know that I existed before this moment. Of all my regrets, right now this minute I regret that I can't remember what Amanda and I talked about, or what Colin thought of the movie.