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A CAFÉ ON A CORNER IN THE CENTRAL DISTRICT OF A POLYGLOT METROPOLIS

The bustle of customers, their para llevar beverages in hand, makes it hard to hear. Most tables are taken up by solitary individuals peering into their laptop screens. In the background, looking through the plate glass window facing the larger street, the rain-washed pavement gleams momentarily with the low-angled light of the late winter afternoon sun. The buildings across the street pulse with a faded orange glow, then return to the damp gray they sported a minute before. The camera zooms in on a table shared by two patrons, a MAN and a WOMAN. The eyes of the MAN are downcast, his hand distractedly gripping the paper cup in which the remaining 2/3 of his latté have gone tepid. The WOMAN pushes down on the balls of her feet, rocking her chair ever so slightly backward. She is watching him.
WOMAN: What are you hiding from?

MAN: I'm hiding from the realization that there's so much to be hiding from.

WOMAN: (laughing through her teeth) That's a clever bit of indirection.

MAN: No, I was reading The Nation this morning--

WOMAN: (interrupting) How can you read The Nation and not think that?

MAN: The April 10th issue, that piece on the reconstruction of New Orleans by Mike Davis. Did you know he's writing a book about the city?

WOMAN: He would. What's his title this time, City of Sludge?

MAN: I know, I know. But he writes well. It's pretty convincing.

WOMAN: So you're telling me that you're hiding from the realization that there's so much to be hiding from as a way of hiding from the realization that you're hiding from me.

MAN: Did I miss something? Last time I checked we were sitting in the middle of a crowded Starbucks listening to the dulcet sounds of Sam Cooke.

WOMAN: Fuck you.

MAN: It's your call.
WOMAN leans forward, putting her hands on the table in order to push off, the first stage in getting up out of her seat.
WOMAN: You know what I want.

MAN: A rock and roll band, passionate kisses, and all of that stuff.
WOMAN settles back into her seat and turns her head toward the plate glass window.
WOMAN: It's raining again.
Outside, a woman walking by the plate glass window stumbles and drops her oversized green golf umbrella. A bus covered in an ad for the latest action film rolls by heading the opposite direction. And, for just a second, a beam of sunlight plays across the buildings across the street, but not the street itself or the near sidewalk.

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_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: April 11th, 2006 01:56 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
New Orleans is still rocking it up. Had our babysitting not fallen through and other bastard things come up at Jim's work, we'd so be there.

http://www.convergencexii.com/
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 11th, 2006 03:35 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Rocking it up, yes, minus a large percentage of the city's pre-Katrina inhabitants, particularly those who happen to have lower incomes and who also happen to be largely African-American. Maybe they can bus them in to provide the requisite local color next February?

All that aside, though, it has occurred to me that it would be better to vacation there than not, since at least some of the money one spends as a tourist filters down throughout the local economy and jobs are better than the absence of same.
_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: April 11th, 2006 08:42 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
All that aside, though, it has occurred to me that it would be better to vacation there than not

Oh yes, I agree. That's why I wish we were going to convergence this week (other than, of course, it's great in it's own right). You know me, I've much bigger respect for people who *do* than people who *talk*.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 11th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
As you should, you DIY sensation.
_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: April 11th, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
And I DIM so amiably!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 11th, 2006 10:26 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Amiably, but with plenty of forward thrust. :-)
_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: April 11th, 2006 10:35 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Woo! Now you're getting racey!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 11th, 2006 10:47 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
At least I squelched the first reply that referred to your "bony amiability!"
_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: April 11th, 2006 11:05 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Well, that would have been applicable since I *am* quite amiable when it comes to anything bony!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 11th, 2006 11:06 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Oh, dear. The psychedelic swirl iris beckons!
chefxh From: chefxh Date: April 11th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
but for the starfucks label, that is Sound Grounds across the street and my bldg is SO the orange/grey through the plate glass..... very evocative
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: April 11th, 2006 03:36 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Nice! I had one of those rainy West Coast -- broadly defined -- places in mind.
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