in the next 2 or 3 years and not run out of character names; cos today at the hospital office i filed away all the info for the incoming class of chaplain interns. some of the highlights (and there are more):
2. Alegria Albers
3. Jack Brace
5. Shayne Flowers
9. Chevy Spink
10. Bong Yang
15. Eunice Awino
16. Kollin Hogan
17. Junker Wong
18. Flavia Roach
Eunice is in kenya right now so there's no way to confirm it, but the suspicion within the office is that her name is actually pronounced A Whino. which is almost too explicit: it's like a Catch-22 name.
Alegria Albers is just beautiful; definitely she has had a lilting concerto written for her by a tortured autistic wunderkind from austria or romania or somewhere.
now that i am 30, my age prohibits me from commenting on the name Bong Yang without
a) sounding like the faux-cynical stoner of my late 20s who deliberately mis-pronounced it Ambi-ition or
b) dating the fuck out of myself by making a 16 Candles No More Yanky My Wanky the Donger Need Food reference.
Flavia Roach is a woman, and a dignified one. which is a very good thing as it will save her from the unsavory consequences of being mistaken for Flavah Roach, the roadie who stole off with the cooler containing the entire supply of nicey-nices for Too Short's west coast tour.
21 July 2005
13 July 2005
she looks so good in those smartypants.
she gathers up her keys and smokes, kisses the air, turns away. a silence ensues as she walks off. soon enough, the two friends refocus and find themselves looking at each other across the table.
we both just watched her leave, says the first.
probably, says the second friend, probably that has happened before and we just haven't noticed it.
i guess usually i watch while she walks off, says the first friend, neither confessing nor confiding. there's something almost austere about her now.
totally! agrees the second. lately i've been noticing that every time i'm with her... she has a, not a sadness but a somberness to her lately. and it’s a good thing; I know it’s a good thing but I can’t figure out why I know that, because I love her, her kind of humor.
when she’s on. but yeah, usually she's on so much of the time — she’s so f'ing sharp — you love it. when she turns on you, even. even then it doesn’t matter much because the way it’s funny to you; it smarts.
right. and you know this because, because you —
love it too, yes.
you do. okay. sometimes you sound like yoda if he became a therapist? but, of course you do. so what is it about her?
which part, then?
the part that is like the class clown only mean.
he laughs. the class clown only by default, but she does have that part. because right at the start she gets tired of the class clown – she decides to wait for him in the parking lot after school.
she mixes her school-related metaphors.
but she does it so fast, relentless, and the class clown doesn’t know to defend himself, and then he is all sad inside, and takes off his clown hat and gives it to her. and now, back in class, she has it in her lap.
just holding it. but what I’m asking is why her being in a smart and reflective phase makes her less barbed. barb-ish.
barby.
right, but not. it’s not like I don’t want to be around her now, quite the opposite. but she has this reserve about her, almost; she is a lot slower to rise to the surface and bite.
well, the class clown and the smartest person in class are different people.
that’s why.
that’s why. those are the types. they're just a bump on each end of the graph -- any time you go towards one you move away from the other.
we both just watched her leave, says the first.
probably, says the second friend, probably that has happened before and we just haven't noticed it.
i guess usually i watch while she walks off, says the first friend, neither confessing nor confiding. there's something almost austere about her now.
totally! agrees the second. lately i've been noticing that every time i'm with her... she has a, not a sadness but a somberness to her lately. and it’s a good thing; I know it’s a good thing but I can’t figure out why I know that, because I love her, her kind of humor.
when she’s on. but yeah, usually she's on so much of the time — she’s so f'ing sharp — you love it. when she turns on you, even. even then it doesn’t matter much because the way it’s funny to you; it smarts.
right. and you know this because, because you —
love it too, yes.
you do. okay. sometimes you sound like yoda if he became a therapist? but, of course you do. so what is it about her?
which part, then?
the part that is like the class clown only mean.
he laughs. the class clown only by default, but she does have that part. because right at the start she gets tired of the class clown – she decides to wait for him in the parking lot after school.
she mixes her school-related metaphors.
but she does it so fast, relentless, and the class clown doesn’t know to defend himself, and then he is all sad inside, and takes off his clown hat and gives it to her. and now, back in class, she has it in her lap.
just holding it. but what I’m asking is why her being in a smart and reflective phase makes her less barbed. barb-ish.
barby.
right, but not. it’s not like I don’t want to be around her now, quite the opposite. but she has this reserve about her, almost; she is a lot slower to rise to the surface and bite.
well, the class clown and the smartest person in class are different people.
that’s why.
that’s why. those are the types. they're just a bump on each end of the graph -- any time you go towards one you move away from the other.
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