June 2002 Archives

Ice water in my mouth, and a cooling shadow sinking down my throat...

The sound of the fountain outside my window. Sweat, in the small of my back...trickling. Earlier, the shower spray exploded against me in a streaming rush, driving heat out my skin. At least until things were reluctantly shut down and quietly dripping. The humid weight of the air sinking back in.

June twenty-fourth is a liquid day.

My drink (in an old Guinness glass) is frosted, sweating. The ice: soft crystal clicking as it shifts. A slow melt. The lights are off (cutting down the illusion of heat). But the bluish shadows are dense. Thick. The air outside is filmed with a vague haze. Birds are brightly tweeting, seemingly uneffected by the temperature.

And there is that sound of the fountain in the pond. The watery, trickling splash.

The sound blends with the melting of the ice in my glass, the feel of sweat beading on my body, of coolness sinking inside from another deep swallow of water and, behind it all, the distant whispering of the highway.

I'm dreaming, awake, of the beach.

And breathing slow in the shade.

Today is golden.

Or maybe molten. It's hot, bright, and weekend-verging. I'm typing this in and lusting after lemonade.

I've been working on The Allurium -- getting the site uploaded and (more or less) running. After having the domain for over a year I figured it might be good to actually put something up there. That's done, now. Thankfully.

And I'm melting into a happy Friday mood. There is a lot going on in the city this weekend and I hope to be out and about a fair amount. The weather forecast calls for lush hours of sun and heat, so it should be a good start to the season.

I know the beach would be great on a day like this. The 'burgh is too.

Now -- all I have to do is get a few more things done (and maybe grab a haircut) and I'm off...

Hello Summer.

Friday, and I'm getting ready early for the evening. Don't know if I'll actually be going anywhere -- but I'll be set to boogie, should the opportunity arise.

I'm playing The Fixx cd, Reach the Beach through my dvd player (for some strangely annoying reason that particular disc won't play on my stereo). I just got out of the shower and I am contemplating supper while Friday shines in: all sunny, blue-skied, and flower-blossomed. The air is cool-but-not-chilly and I feel smooth and relaxed.

This has been a pretty day, bright and clear after the rains and rough weather earlier in the week. I hope that the weekend unfolds as vividly.

One of my favorite songs from this album is on now, "Liner". I remember listening to this years ago, on a good old LP record -- then, later, on a cassette tape. It seems a bit goofy that it is now playing digitally through my stereo tv speakers. It's still a cool song, though.

As for what to eat -- well, I'm going for some pasta and a Corona.

I'm a virtual font of useless information today, aren't I? Heh. Some days are like that, I suppose. Here's to a great weekend, though!

Catch ya later...

In the evening, I am outside -- wearing jean shorts and flip-flops. The air is not as heavy with stillness and heat on the deck. My desk and computer are surrounded by too much stagnant and sweltering humidity to linger there long. So it's a paper and pen kind of day.

A glass of cool water, the slow breeze outside, and a Mead notebook work fine, thankfully.

There is blue in the sky but it is very pale -- almost white. In general, the clouds are pressed down low, milky. The sound of the parkway is vaguely exhausted. I wish I had a laptop.

June slipped in effortlessly (and almost unnoticed) and now seems to stretch out in warm languor -- perhaps reclining on a beach chair by the water. I have a hankering for lemonade.

I'm writing this while standing, my notebook perched on the deck rail. Later tonight, I plan on working out a story with pen and paper. The computer is just too hot and electric for me right now. Moments ago, I thought that I could smell someone cooking outside, on a grill -- but I'm not so sure now. Maybe it's a memory brought on by the feel of things, out here.

I was thinking, earlier, that the Peter Greenaway movie, Prospero's Books, would definitely be well-served by a clean, crisp, dvd edition; there is just so much to see in it. I ordered an import version of the soundtrack last week from Amazon -- mostly because I really dig the music that accompanies the movie's striking opening sequence...

And now -- well now it is a bit later, and I am typing this in. And sweating. I'm going to finish this up and go get cool.

Catch ya later.