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I made my roommate listen to The Luckiest by Ben Folds after a discussion about weddings, because I had officially changed my "song I will one day get married to" from Evlis's "Can't Help Falling In Love" to Ben Folds's song.

I played it for her and she told me the second verse was about pedophilia and the third verse was "just so odd" for its morbidity and if a guy told her he hoped he died after her when they were 90 years old she'd be freaked out that he writes weird things about their future death, and dump him.

I was kind of gobsmacked, because my reading of the lyrics was so completely different from hers. I thought the song incredibly romantic, and the difference analogies were just that-- fumbling attempts to describe via analogy a vast and powerful feeling of love that he "can't find the words to say". It didn't strike me as morbid at all.

The pedophiliac argument kind of made me blink. I really hadn't heard that verse as a sexual thing at all, but rather as a "what if we were totally different people in another life, would some cosmic power grant me a moment of deja vu in passing you by" / lucky-to-have-known-you thing. She says that the line "in a house, on a street where you lived" is a sign of the older version of himself always watching the young girl, and wouldn't I be creeped out if an old man was staring at me all the time and thought he recognized me as his soulmate?

The answer to that is yes, but that situation is not what I inferred from the song at all. I inferred that it was a one-time moment of recognition "in a wide sea of eyes" but roommate insists that the line "on a street where you lived" means he's stalking her or something.


I'm both amused and confused by this conversation. I guess I'll chalk it up to how people read poetry/lyrics differently.

Parkour

So.

I'm one of those people who always, always walks on the curb rather than the sidewalk. I like to close doors with my foot and walk on short barrier walls. I used to love dodging crowds. I get a rush out of leaping down stairwells. When I was a kid at the supermarket I lept from colored square to colored square and never really grew out of the urge to do so.

I have just discovered... there's a sport for people like that.

Sure I'd only be in the very beginners level, but damn. DAMN. I have to try this. Fuck dancing lessons or other boring shit. I really, really have to try this. Since it looks like there's not really any group that does it in Irvine I'd have to start practicing on my own. Which is okay because I need to get able to run again, anyway. But practicing on my own isn't that hard... the only problem is that Irvine is a place with wide, open, clean streets and isn't inspiring for jumping obstacles. Still. STILL.

Damn.

I've checked around on line and there's a regular weekly meetup at UC San Diego. Since I want to move to San Diego anyway after graduating, I forsee possibilities!

Avatar 2x09 - Bitter Work ...last episode before 1 month break.

As always, I am entertained. Even in its weaker episodes, A:TLAB entertains me in some way. ( Too bad I missed about 8 minutes of dialogue in the middle. --- also now includes a spoiler for episode 51 of Fullmetal Alchemist )

EDIT: the 4 elements / 4 nations speech *does* go pretty well with my fic, it turns out. ( Neat. )