I tried texting my friend Pablo yesterday and got very unusual results. He's in LA and I'm in LA. I think I have his number wrong in my cell, because after ignoring a call from "unknown" (I'd have to pay roaming charges just to find out who it was), I texted him the following:
-(in Spanish) Was that you calling?
reply: Love is a dog from hell.
My text back: ah?
Reply: The romans thought of love as a disease of the mind.
My text back: Is that all there is to love?
Reply: That's just one side of that coin. But the more you flip the coin, the more you come up the chump. The more you play, the deeper you fall. Done & done.
No text from me to that.
Later: Timmiviathan?
--- end of text transmission--- so far!
My guess is Timmiviathan is a nick, and whoever was texting me yesterday thinks I am Timmiviathan. It doesn't have to be a guy on the other end, but something about the randomness of the exchange seems, well, poetic to me. Yeah, I'm incredibly lame like that, sue me.
I text you, fake-Pablo who thinks I am Timmviathan. Somewhere in LA...
Sunday, June 04, 2006
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2 comments:
poignant random events ARE odd. like the time i realized my relationship with steve was over and my key wouldn't work in our front door...
love as a disease of the mind? i don't buy it. like you say, it's a multi-faceted phenomenon. and the more you play, the deeper you fall... rubbish. it depends who you are and how you come at it.
you're lucky to be travelling. it must be stimulating.
I remember when I was living in Italy...I received several SMS from 'strangers', all very weird...crossed lines maybe? Gloop! :S
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