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Jul. 26th, 2001 01:20 amFeeling a bit like Hawkeye today.
or perhaps it's just because I shelled out $15 for a panel on gay journalists in sports, and I am none of those things. Still, it was interesting, it was funny, it was smart, and Shana bought me a marvelous dinner. Making Shana altogether marvelous.
Fade out, Fade in. Out goes Trapper John, in comes BJ Hunnicut. Out goes Shana, in September, in comes G.
Jo and I watched Abyssinia, Henry together and didn't even know it. And that seems just about right.
Lieutenant Colonel
Henry Blake's plane
was shot down
over the sea of Japan.
It spun in.
There were no survivors.
SKL called. The world tries to tell me why I don't love LA, why I don't miss LA, why I belong in New York, why I'm home.
I DO love LA. I DO miss LA. I miss SKL because we hadn't lived in the same city since we were two years old, and then we fell into it in LA and it was just how everything was meant to be.
I spoke in a "we," -- Jesse gets mad. "That's Bradley Whitford, we love him." "Stop with the royal we," he says, but it's not royal. It's me and SKL, because that's how we were. In LA, which I don't miss, which I don't love.
G and I talked about this, about moving and leaving, getting broody. Getting pathetic and apathetic. Shutting down for safety.
My friend Liza, old friend since we were six, which seems new to me because with SKL we were TWO, we weren't SENTIENT and we knew -- Liza's back from the Peace Corps and she loves me and I kicked her out of my house yesterday, because I didn't know what to do with her.
Things fall apart. G O O D B Y E written in stones, and the chopper takes off.
or perhaps it's because I've gone crazy.
I still have to fastforward through the bit with the chicken, in Goodbye Farewell and Amen. I don't like the feeling -- no, that's not it. I just prefer lying. I don't like knowing. I like OTHER people knowing. I want the MASTER PLAN. I don't want secrets.
Welcome to Korea, Hawkeye says, and twenty minutes later they're battling the shot-up kids on the side of the road, and BJ's on his knees, retching.
Out goes LA, in comes NY. Out goes SKL, Liza, youth. In comes -- what's this, now?
Beats me.
We'll make Jo move to New York. We'll REMEMBER.
I miss my old friends, I miss my old face, I miss my old mind, fuck this time and place whoaaaaaaaaa
"Do you see anything good coming out of this war?" The Interview asks.
"Yeah. Me. Alive."
or perhaps it's just because I shelled out $15 for a panel on gay journalists in sports, and I am none of those things. Still, it was interesting, it was funny, it was smart, and Shana bought me a marvelous dinner. Making Shana altogether marvelous.
Fade out, Fade in. Out goes Trapper John, in comes BJ Hunnicut. Out goes Shana, in September, in comes G.
Jo and I watched Abyssinia, Henry together and didn't even know it. And that seems just about right.
Lieutenant Colonel
Henry Blake's plane
was shot down
over the sea of Japan.
It spun in.
There were no survivors.
SKL called. The world tries to tell me why I don't love LA, why I don't miss LA, why I belong in New York, why I'm home.
I DO love LA. I DO miss LA. I miss SKL because we hadn't lived in the same city since we were two years old, and then we fell into it in LA and it was just how everything was meant to be.
I spoke in a "we," -- Jesse gets mad. "That's Bradley Whitford, we love him." "Stop with the royal we," he says, but it's not royal. It's me and SKL, because that's how we were. In LA, which I don't miss, which I don't love.
G and I talked about this, about moving and leaving, getting broody. Getting pathetic and apathetic. Shutting down for safety.
My friend Liza, old friend since we were six, which seems new to me because with SKL we were TWO, we weren't SENTIENT and we knew -- Liza's back from the Peace Corps and she loves me and I kicked her out of my house yesterday, because I didn't know what to do with her.
Things fall apart. G O O D B Y E written in stones, and the chopper takes off.
or perhaps it's because I've gone crazy.
I still have to fastforward through the bit with the chicken, in Goodbye Farewell and Amen. I don't like the feeling -- no, that's not it. I just prefer lying. I don't like knowing. I like OTHER people knowing. I want the MASTER PLAN. I don't want secrets.
Welcome to Korea, Hawkeye says, and twenty minutes later they're battling the shot-up kids on the side of the road, and BJ's on his knees, retching.
Out goes LA, in comes NY. Out goes SKL, Liza, youth. In comes -- what's this, now?
Beats me.
We'll make Jo move to New York. We'll REMEMBER.
I miss my old friends, I miss my old face, I miss my old mind, fuck this time and place whoaaaaaaaaa
"Do you see anything good coming out of this war?" The Interview asks.
"Yeah. Me. Alive."
