Catherine's journal, written on 27 June 2010

. ( cathuhhrine) wrote, @ 2010-06-27 11:19:00

 yesterday

Woke up, supremely disoriented, after coming home from a nearly puke-inducing bike ride during rush hour on Friday afternoon and decided to sleep for just an hour, which actually ended up being 14 hours and now I write these strange sentences with no regard for grammar. I rode my bike to the Euclid Yacht Club in Little Five Points (grungy dive bar with ironic name in ye olde hipster central). I watched the Ghana vs. US game on the bar's television with Sandy, Nathan, Iuval, Liam, and L5P's usual mix of hipsters n' queer folk. The whole bar was screaming, banging on tables, making a ton of noise, yet still complaining about the vuvuzelas. I wished I had a kazoo. After watching sportz, biked to the ArkFab house with Liam to meet the goats! Liam and Iuval just got a mother goat and baby goat. They were adorable and made me think it was like being on the internet, except in real life (cute animals). Liam has been building the ArkFab biolab, which started out as a pile of wood we dumpstered from my building and has evolved into biopatio, bioporch, and now it is sort of an open air bioshack. Ignoring how flammable it is, it is pretty amazing. I bought ArkFab a fire extinguisher.

Liam's friend Nikita came by to see the land. He's a comedically stereotypical Russian (name, face, accent, wearing a shirt that said "CCCP", communist) who likes to farm, but has studied economics and plans to "make a lot of money and give it away". He just got a job as something like an investment banker, but has some downtime before that starts, so wants to farm with ArkFab. We wandered around for a while, then Nikita left and a few hours later, Cafrinko/Frank and Martin stopped by for similar hanging out. Iuval cooked up some vegetables that they grew and we set a fire in the back field. We stared at the fire, Martin played a bunch of songs on a guitar and talked about the album someone paid to have him record last month, a drunk man whose name I can't remember, but with whom Iuval has apparently bonded stopped by and sang a lot of old southern field hollers. Fireflies, smoke, Liam was wearing a red shirt with a big heart drawn on it in Sharpie because he is adorable, Frank talked about someone writing a fake check where she worked, Liam and Martin talked about the Reds vs. Blacks (Communists vs. Anarchists) soccer games in which they play (Martin is a red, Liam is a black), Iuval and I talked about building Tesla coils (I've built a small one, he's built one the size of a pickup truck), evening cooled down, city light pollution, mosquitos, baby goat, wonky-looking teenage chickens, slurred speech from the man whose name I can't recall, bike ride. I feel okay.

Actually, I do have more to say. Yesterday was really nice, as most things have been lately. On Thursday, Brian and I filmed an interview with a medical doctor (Jiten) who has made this: http://www.usablehealth.com/ Immediately after filming, we packed up our gear, dropped it off in a huge, super corporate, sterile, stainless steel building in Midtown where Brian has an office ten floors up, ran across the street to the place where Brian has lunch every day (and where Jiten has apparently installed a Usable Health kiosk) to get dinner, then biked north to meet Nathan, Val, and Liam at the movie theater. Val and Liam had apparently made their own plans to get coffee at Octane while Brian and I were filming, which was neat. I'm glad they spent time together. I do wonder if both of them get frustrated with how much time Brian and I devote to our film projects. We stood outside the theater, in the middle of a crowded downtown area, across the street from a police officer, and talked into Brian's walkie talkie like spies.

Then, we went into the strange movie theater, but the person taking the tickets told Brian he couldn't bring his huge, obvious brown bag full of outside food inside, so he and I went into the elevator for approx. 15 seconds, stuffed the brown bag into my backpack, walked out and handed our tickets to the same person, who just laughed at us. Then, we went to see Splice, which was a hilariously lame biopunk film with Adrien Brody (who can do no wrong). We walked in late, talking, sat in front, ate delicious-smelling food, and laughed through the entire movie. Fortunately, everyone in the theater seemed to be on the same page. The people directly behind us yelled at the screen through the whole movie: "Awww heeellll nahhhhh! He is NOT going to do AWWW HEEEELLLL NAHHHHH HE DIDN'T!!!!" It is cute how Liam holds my hand in the theater and winks at me. After the movie, we walked across the street and drank expensive liquor while gawking at the strange events unfolding around us, namely the giant screen onto which ABBA music videos were being projected. Finally, we sped through Midtown on our bikes, zooming through the valet drop-off areas of fancy hotels, circling around the luxury cars and corporate folk.

Liam is nothing but a wonderful, brilliant, productive, beautiful human. All of this is silly. I wouldn't write about it, but I love him so much that I thought I'd document it. I'll be in and out of various doctors' offices all day Monday and Tuesday to make sure my brain still isn't going to explode from my brain injury a few months ago. Everything isn't perfect; there are things like this in my life. But, I do feel okay.

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