October 24th: UBC urchins

Day 37

Woke at 8:20 and there was no human reason to be up at that time, so I went back to sleep, dreamt of estranged family fighting over a dead relative’s cabin, the paint job and so forth. I blame “The Sound and the Fury.”

erin primping for ubc


important reading material

Erin knocked at 5 ‘til 11 and we went to an underwhelming lunch, then on to UBC for some coffee “milkshakes” which had no ice cream in them.

it brings all the boys to the yard

I tried to read, but the music in UBC was killing my hard-on. First, the Carpenters’ “Yesterday Once More.”

I theorized maybe “sha la la,” “whoa-oh,” and “shing-a-ling” mean something else in Chinese. Maybe it’s a dirty Prince song once translated.

“Mr. Willis,” I ranted, “Your hard-on was reported DOA in UBC. Here’s the chalk outline. The perpetrators were a criminal duo called “The Carpenters” although no hammers nor wood were used as murder weapons. Seems they used…sound.”

trying to escape music thru unconciousness

Next was “I Will Always Love You,” the Titanic song, and then it was Zamfir, master of the panflute doing those same songs over again. They had run over my hard-on with a car, now they were spinning donuts on it. This was unbearable.

erin ponders her lesson plan

Afterwards we went to the supermarket by KFC for some stuff. Erin got her kids toothbrushes for Halloween this week, tempering the candy she was unloading on them.

“Their teeth are really bad,” she said, “I think because it’s a boarding school and there’s no parents to make sure they do it. I’m serious, big black holes.” Seems not even light can escape their cavities.

I procured more peanut butter, some vitamin milk drink, and a pair of scissors for beard maintenance. I can’t stand when the mustache gets so long that it creeps onto my lips.

The outskirts of the school have been busy with stooped-over folks in hats cutting weeds and burning them in a pile. This has cast a miasma over the school of the respiratory kind. It’s made my singing craggy and it smells like roasted hair.

Erin skipped dinner in order to do laundry and such. I ate with Pete and Jimmy, who asked me about my weekend.

The arts building was open, so I ran through my repertoire and practiced the new song with the dovetailed old loop. I figured out how to boogie-woogie the bass part and now it’s going to be an even bigger bitch to sing over, but it sounds great. I can’t wait to do a show at Northside Tavern or something when I get back. It’s like these songs were a car I’ve been working on and now that I’ve got it waxed and running well, I want to show it off to the neighborhood.

I watched Spiderman 2 again, had some Pocky, noodles, beer, a banana. Then to bed.