I started off my morning by randomly thinking of the Windows 95 startup song and how it was composed by Brian Eno. I could listen to it on repeat for hours. To be honest, now that I have listened to it over and over again, it sounds similar to "Any Other Name" by Thomas Newman from American Beauty (1999). After obsessing over that tune, I pushed His Girl Friday (1940) into my Toshiba VHS player. As the commercials began playing, I sifted through my closet, which is basically a pile of clothes on the floor, and opted for my lazy outfit (everyone has an outfit for such an occasion) which consists of a simple floral button-up from H&M and brown trousers. As I slipped into my mahogany Aldos, I could hear Rosalind Russell speaking swiftly and eloquently as her sassy but lovable character, Hildy Johnson. I dunno, there's something about the Transatlantic accent I find so consoling, I guess it reminds me of Aristocratic America and its ever-evolving theatre (pretentiously pronounced thEE-ah-Tah).
I proceeded to drink a delectably simmering cup of ginger-orange tea and read the latest issues of Hello Mr. and UNION magazines. Before leaving the house, I noticed a beauty mark of sorts on my right hand. I found it curious, yet sophisticated. It's kind of like my very own trademark, like Marilyn Monroe or something. I walked out the front door, locked it, and smiled my way down the five flights of stairs. Down in my apartment building's "Free Zone", I found a copy of The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea by Yukio Mishima. On the title page, someone wrote in short-hand, "Fathers have much to do to make amends for the fact that they have sons."
I absolutely adore walking around Seattle early in the morning as the rest of the city rushes to get ready. That's an average Friday, I suppose. I trekked over to the Columbia Tower where I rode all the way up to the 40th floor and ordered an americano from the Starbucks which overlooks the rest of Downtown. It's my favorite little hiding spot. Usually, there aren't many window seats available but I've been quite lucky the past few visits. After catching up on blogs and reading several pages of The Cashier by Gabrielle Roy, I decided to walk around with Marika Hackman on the player. To me, her music is like sweet cinnamon on a rim of a delicious hot cup of cocoa. If you've never heard of her, watch this. Here are a few snapshots from this afternoon's walk:
Today is my last full day off from work until Tuesday. ♬ On a Tuesday... So, I ended it by cleaning up my apartment and cooking myself a delicious pot of zuppa toscana. You know, that one soup from Olive Garden with the kale and sausage. Mmhmm. Exactly. I'm wanting to continue my "film noir" obsession and watch another Hitchcock as a nightcap for this beautiful evening, but I also want to check up on my favorite character Jude from A Little Life. For now, I shall leave you with this unforgettable scene from Netflix's Sense8, where the entire cast sings "What's Up?" by 4 Non Blondes. I will always associate this track with drunkenly walking home from Capitol Hill with friends on warm summer evenings, singing every word at the top of our lungs. (: