one night to be confused / one night to speed up truth
just returned from jodie’s - the other week we were talking about simple food. and i said that the best simple food i know was fresh potatoes and curd cheese with herbs. so she said: “know what, let’s have this next week!” so we had ’simple food’ tonight with her roomie and with dirk (well, it’s a long story to tell you who *he* is, but he’s also a regular guest at the café and he is the owner of the “connection” - the bar where the 200 lurkers will hopefully play next…). we ate, watched the cologne football club lose and then looked through the apple.com site searching for the best ipods and rummaging in jodie’s itunes collection.
“heartbeats” on repeat. i didn’t really want to leave. i wish they would not close the café and i could stay overnight, having the voices and noises of people around me. this is not going to get any better and i don’t like it. to call for hands of above to lean on…
