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My "I Remember" List

1. I remember something about getting crunk. Or something.
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One Bazillion.

 
 

NYC

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost not only in the city, but within himself as well. Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within. The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he had no intention of ever leaving it again.


from Paul Auster's City of Glass

 
 

Taco Town

 

Last week Saturday Night Live had a really funny fake commercial.

 
 

Dan Francisco

 
 

Crunk Cat

 
 

 
 

 
 

 

Unwrap the paper
Instantly disapointed
I said no chedder

from Duke's Fluke

DUKE: [Takes a big slug off of the jug] One time was different. It’s hard to explain because I don’t really know why it happened or how to think about it…. Or even what to think about it… Maybe you can tell me what you think… about it. (Beat) I used to drive to the bay. To visit friends. To get drunk. Sometimes when I was driving I would turn off the music and roll down the windows, and… it was like the Mountains, the stars, the trees… everything was just gazing down at me. The wind. The fuckin’ wind would blow right through my ears. It felt so good I couldn’t handle it. It scared me and I don’t know why. I’d immediately roll up the windows and turn up the music. Or get on the phone. But one wet night I didn’t. I couldn’t. Something wouldn’t let me. So I drove. I drove and I was fixed on everything around me. I don’t know how to say it, but it’s like my eyes were... My tears matched the rain and they wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t stop and I didn’t want them to. I’ve never cried like that before. I didn’t know if the howling was my own voice or the whistle of the wind through the windows. That night still haunts me daily, and I can’t figure out why. [DUKE looks intently at HOWARD for a reaction, HOWARD stares into audience for a moment, then responds to DUKE.]