from my dad to me
from my dad to me
Last night one of my coworkers bought me a Stella Artois beer, which he ordered by asking the server for a “stelli,” at our hotel lobby’s bar; if you’re reading this, coworker, thank you for the beer, and I admire your commitment to the project.
I will probably leave my room to eat at my hotel’s largest dining room’s dinner buffet within the next 15 minutes. Three Pakistani construction workers & one driver asked me questions about my nonexistent marriage today, on four separate occasions. I will dress & walk to the dining room immediately.
i like that drawing very much.
i’m currently in an office ~20 minutes from the set, tho still in the desert. this morning, i was laughed at by a few of the construction workers to whom i delivered water bottles & ice— one of them specifically mocked my faint biceps, which i was surprised by b/c his biceps were, like mine, average. i think that almost all of the construction workers on the set are pakistani, and i know that none of them are emirate, which might not be the right term for uae natives, tho i did hear it used on set by a variety of ppl
for lunch, ~2 hours ago, i ate dal, a dish similar to the dal w potatoes & green beans, two types of bread & some lettuce; i enjoyed my lunch. person i’ve spent the most time w so far in abu dhabi: a stocky, prideful-seeming, chain-smoking australian who has lived here for a few years & is father to an 8-yr-old son who lives in australia, where he visits at least every summer.
last night, i paid a hotel employee, who seemed close to your age, a $5 tip b/c i didn’t have any dirham. after eating dinner at refuel, a 24-hr ‘grab & go’ cafe in the lobby of my hotel, i returned to the ground floor of the hotel & withdrew 800 dirham from the hotel’s ATM.
the english ppl i rode the bus w to work this morning charmed me, especially an ~28-yr-old guy who answered “what do u do?” w “get pissed”— ‘pissed,’ btw, is used as a substitute for ‘drunk’ in the uk, which you, probably, already knew. a white truck is moving a few feet from the office window i’ve been looking through. this email reminds me of white noise (lol). i’m glad you had fun at coachella. one of my favorites bands, american football, recently announced that they’re playing two reunion shows this fall; i’m hoping to attend the october 11th show in nyc.
i found the male & female prayer rooms at my hotel last night, even came close to entering & exploring the male one, which emanated a pleasant, soapy smell. going outside now, to complete a fencing-related task, tho maybe i misheard the little i understood from the foreman. love, lucas
i’m a big fan of these records, so this pic is amusing to me
Damn, I’m a big fan of this, looking forward to reading & sharing the book
Anonymous said: how long have you been vegan for
Email me, I’m w/o assignment at work
slouched in a swivel chair at Pinewood Studios in Uxbridge, which is on the outskirts of London, I think. On the desk in front of me are ~7 baseball caps stacked atop each other, the only one whose front I can see reads “47 RONIN,” the name of a financial & critical failure of a movie starring Keanu Reaves (sp?) that I mocked with friends last November & December, and hoped to watch with those friends during their winter vacations. A few minutes ago, a bumblebee flew through a window a few feet away from me, which I felt shocked & amused by; it’s now perched on the windowsill, no longer gyrating as it was the time I’d watched it. Another bumblebee flew through the window a few seconds after I’d finished the last sentence, and I thought, ‘Wow.’ The first bumblebee looks dead, which makes me almost certain that its gyrations were, as I’d feared, indicative of the bee’s pain.
only a few weeks after breaking up with the person i dated for nearly the entire first half of my sixteenth year, i flirted w someone at a small party that my best friend at the time was hosting, then, two nights later, felt ecstatic when that person text messaged my close friend, whom she was friends w, a variant of the emoticon i’m rebloging followed by my first name, which correctly indicated to me that she, too, was enamored, which was pretty much exactly what i’d hoped for during the time between being picked up by my mom in santa monica the morning after the party, and reading the text message on my close friend’s phone that night