Yet another of the men in my life...

Scattered though he may be - the very definition of abstract random - last night he showed up with Korean food to make me feel better (and not just the food, a whole lesson in Korean food came along with it, of course, would you expect anything less?), and even gave some free medical advice (for which he is actually qualified). I am very happy to have met him. Even happier to have taken the time to get to know him. He's a little crazy but he's one of my favorite crazy folks, that's all there is to it.

romantic cynicism?

Is it possible to be a romantic cynic? Or maybe a cynical romantic? I watched a movie based on a novel by Leonard Cohen last night and that is the thought that kept running through my head. I can't decide if he's a very romantic writer (and this a romantic movie) or if he's a bit cynical.... The movie was very lyrical and lovely and there were definitely romantic moments ... and maybe that was the point. The romance being confined to moments. There was alot of talk in the movie about being in the moment.

Just a weird train of thought. I think Cohen leads you down some interesting and confounding trails.

"Like shackles made of snow"

He doesn't believe in karma

At least that's what he said to me that day as we contemplated his strange brand of luck. It's not luck exactly - although being around him always makes me feel lucky; I guess that's not the same thing.

Later I slipped the two five dollar bills into his pocket, knowing he'd have more use for them than I did. He protested of course, but ultimately he knew he'd need it. "Buy some vegetables" I told him.

But after I left, I was feeling lucky. (Like I said, I always did feel lucky when I saw him) So I stopped at an out of the way gas station and smiled my way through the purchase of a lottery ticket, wondering if that luck was transferable; knowing I was probably (hee) pushing my luck.

But I won! Not alot of money. In fact I won exactly $10.00. Exactly the amount I slipped into his pocket that day after coffee. For some reason it felt like more. It felt lucky. And it was more than enough to put that smile back on my face. I continue to smile as I spend the day pondering the fact that he doesn't believe in karma.