Mood: Meditative / Reflective .: Salted :.
Listening to: .: Heart – Alone :.
Reading: .: Becoming Evil :.
Watching: .: Kundun :.
Inquisition: What is the most powerful movie you have ever seen?
Aloha
“Alone” by Heart is a strangely powerful and haunting song.
I went over to Vinny, Tamika & (insert forgotten roommate’s name here)’s new house. They needed someone to stay for when the cable guy came. Actually, that is where I wrote “The Waffle House”. After I was done, I took a nap on the couch. Vinny came home, and plopped herself down on the couch. She’s always been very nice to me, but I directed the conversation gently towards Tamika. She admitted jealousy. She and Tamika were best friends, and since I had grown closer to Tamika, things had deteriorated. I had detected the cracks before Tamika or Vinny even knew about it and had done my best to make sure Tamika had time away from me when she could hang out with Vinny. However, Tamika was not the type to be easily directed without detection, and often wound up with me.
This coinciding with Vinny’s move, Tamika’s car trouble, decorating the house, working out a mortgage, and numerous other complications got them both extremely stressed out, causing them to be short with one another.
With the comfort of the Mona Lisa Smile soundtrack murmuring in the background, we talked. She thanked me for all the help I had given them, especially to Tamika in calming her down and helping her set up. I talked with Vinny and consoled her that I had no intention of taking Tamika away, and wanted them to remain strong friends at all costs.
We gradually moved on to lighter subjects, but I felt a strong connection had been made. She made us some of her “Gourmet Macaroni & Cheese”, a delicious blend of melted cheese, elbow macaroni, diced tomatoes, and a misture of spices. It was then we realized that the coaxial cable on the table had not been left by anyone of the house. Apparently the cable man had already come by and installed it, letting himself in through some unknown method.
We laughed, and parted.
This evening I watched Kundun with Mya over at the Catholic Worker. It’s a very good movie, sad though it may be.