Dreamways

Working at Tang’s Imports in Boulder when I was an undergrad at CU: I’ve never much thought about that job. But last night I was visited by image upon image from that store. I saw the front area where the cash register was. The back of the store, with its huge windows opening onto the mall hallway and parking lot. The eagle’s nest office. D.L., the cute and ultra-neurotic manager. Doper cutie, J. and his bearded friend, whose name I forget.  read more »

This was perhaps my sixth viewing of this movie by Sherman Alexie. I've had very strong emotional responses to this film in the past. As the story of a fellow outsidered in all venues of his life, this movie has always felt particularly relevant to my own story. However, last night's viewing felt less evocative than in the past.

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Sleep Dream.  Manny and I have driven into Colorado Spgs from the south. We pull into the Colorado College area and decide to spend the night at the college. I tell him that I wish I’d have gone to school there, but it was never a consideration, since it would have meant living at home. I decide to explore the college’s campus (something in Waking Life I’ve never done). Walking west, I see college buildings that I’ve never before noticed from the street. It surprises me that there is an entire section of campus I’ve never even seen.  read more »

Vision.  With my thoughts revolving around the property management co. having terminated their maintenance contract with us, I’m standing out on 25th St., by Monkey Bean. Both sides of the street are parked with 1950’s vintage pickup trucks. All of them have been restored to mint condition. Each is painted a rich, bright primary color. One is a perfect red, one yellow, one blue, another orange. The sight of these cheerful trucks gladdens my eyes and heart. I think to myself that were it not for ending the relationship with San Juan, these amazing trucks would never have appeared.  read more »