a summer rain has started to fall and i found a decent and very cheap white wine at the neighborhood liquor store. these sharp quick storms always give me pause. must be because i come from LA where there is barely any rain, and when there is it seems to be cloudy for days before and after and the rain, it just sort of sputters out apprehensively. not like these new york summer storms which are all rage and quickness. and five minutes later it’s already over. i remember my first summer in nyc, i sat in my 3rd floor window overlooking Broadway writing about this crazy weird storm:
the summer rain started again. huge and straight down. i heard screams from the street fair, looked outside and it was pouring, even thunder (or was it a truck?). this city is so strange. and then it’s life is gone – it just ends. the rain that is, not the city, the city goes on and on and on and on..
i wrote that in my favorite purple pen. it was 5/9/95. holy smokes! it’s time for me to flee this crazy place, right?!? so i just took out my old journal just to look for that entry, but i am thinking about going outside on the fire escape and reading through it.
i have an italian movie to see tonight but i missed the 6:50 show and now i feel like i should work on my portfolio (though i seem to have a serious block where that is concerned) instead of going to the 9:10. plus it is $9 which just seems ridiculous even though this one counts as a “film” i suppose, which makes $9 only slightly more excusable.
we shot part of “The Hallway Movie” at work today which would have been fun except that i wasn’t in the mood due to an accute sense of reality setting in. [sigh] reality, why do you have to set in, huh??? you rat bastard you.
i walked home over the bridge today. i think i will try to make that a three-day-a-week activity. when i got home i had to do the sweaty summer peeling off of my jeans. the summer has set in and by the end of the day i seem to be pasted into my clothes. my cat , meanwhile, has pasted herself on the windowsill where a nice lil’ breeze makes it’s way in. it was only 70 in paris today on the other hand. is that good or bad? i haven’t decided yet.
New Angeles Monthly, June 2008
Weekend America, March 30, 2008
Los Angeles Times, March 13, 2008
Los Angeles Times, March 6, 2008
Nil by Mouth is written by Neille Ilel. Neille is a writer, reporter and user interface specialist in Los Angeles. If you think that's a lot, she's also got a host of meandering sidelines including improv comedy, tennis, cooking, drawing and thinking about learning to play the guitar.
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