Spent my lunch at Old Soul meeting
Jinna and Brian, who recently moved to Sacramento from Tahoe and Jinna's
looking to teach yoga. I read some "Farewell to Arms" and wrote more in
the robot story, drank a lot of coffee and thoroughly enjoyed a
blackberry scone. Jake and I got invited to see "The Artist" with Kelly
but Jake's got plans with his new lady friend. A few hours later, Kelly
stopped by before the movie for a quick smoke and we happened to
overhear a speech being given by loudspeaker on the steps of the
Lutheran church around the corner. They were holding a ceremony to speak
out against gun violence on the year-anniversary of the Tucson massacre
that almost took out Giffords. A sweet old lady gave us battery-powered
candles to hold. Two news vans and a half-dozen reporters meandered
through the crowd of mourners, onlookers and politicians. After the
local big-namers spoke, people from the crowd went up to speak the names
of those they'd lost to gun violence and the church bell rang out for
each of them. That's the part that affected me. You forget sometimes
that the random deaths we hear in sound bites on the news are connected
to real people like you and me. Kelly and I left before they assembled
for some kind of march around the block. The movie was great. A silent
film about silent films. Genius. Kelly dropped me off afterward and I
hung out with Kevin for a while in the attic, smoking something that tasted like lemon, then something that tasted like coconut, before eating Ramen for
dinner and calling it a night around ten. Spent some time admiring
Jenny's photographs of pillow Munk, a real-life version of the cartoon.
It's awesome. Now a police helicopter is flying around with a
searchlight and a loudspeaker that I can't understand--sounds like
Charlie Brown's teacher. A train horn blows. A car drives by with
squeaky brakes. I'll miss the sounds of Sacramento nights. I wonder what
Istanbul sounds like. Speaking of, I made an online appointment with
the Foreign Police in Istanbul where I can get my residency permit. I
think I need more passport photos. I feel like a celebrity handing out
all these pictures of myself. Financial Aid should be here by Friday.
Until then, I'll keep drifting.
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