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March 20th, 2007


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12:40 pm - Public Displays Of Fashion
I wore my gold pants on Sunday. The train I took from White Plains arrived in Grand Central around 11:30 a.m., and as I stepped from the track's hallway to the main terminal I heard a boy say, "Yo what is she wearing?"
I turned around and I was wearing sunglasses. I guess I could have been scary or funny or cooler, as they were definitely younger-than-I-am, Westchester hoodrats, but I gave the boy who was speaking a smile that really only meant, "Hey man, I heard you."
And it wasn't enough. When I looked ahead again he said, "I can't believe she just looked. How's she gonna catch me like that?" So it became a time for action. He was still talking about me when I turned around and did the quick action of puffing out my chest and beckoning him with two, flattened hands. His friends laughed and he said, "Yeah, she's all right."
I guess it was a victory but I didn't know why they were talking about me, anyway. I wasn't even wearing my pipe necklace.

The L.L. "Bean boots" I wear were bought in Maine but despite their weather-proof practicality, I wore them every day in Los Angeles. My hunting jacket is Real Tree Hardwoods, the authentic venison-for-dinner brand, but I've never held a gun and my archery aim is quite humbling. And I'm a vegetarian. I recently spent an hour online so I could read about, find the vending of, and order a super-street Galaxy tall tee, which I'll wear as a dress. Truth be told, here and now, I'm not known to be super-street. Past promotional gear from places I haven't been to and used work tags with strange names on them, past irony altogether, for the past few years my point of fashion has been to be a poser.

"Look at you! You're so hip!" Apollo Braun yelled in a German, gay accent. It was our first time in his store and he asked Owen to model for him. "Hear my CD, hear my CD, buy my book!"
We had steered into his store on Tamara's recommendation. "Oh, I've already heard your CD, Apollo Braun." Bought from him for three dollars, Tamara's copy was a collection of generic techno songs. Two songs had an identical tune and beat: one song's lyrics were, "you can look but you can't touch"; its matching song went, "you can touch but you can't fuck." When Tamara enters his store, Apollo cheers, "Jews!" Then he promises that he loves Jews.
"The book is $35. Come on, buy it!"
"Oh, I don't have $35 on me."
"I take debit!" He pulled a red, paperback book titled "America My Whore" and proceeded to autograph it for me. "Is this how you spell it?" He had writted, "Dear Aliina."
"That's me."
"'Aleeeeeena?' Love it! Love you!"
I wandered away from him and picked up a gold-painted fanniepack.
"Isn't that beautiful?" I had adamantly avoided wearing a fanniepack until this moment. "It's fifty. If you buy my book, which I AUTOGRAPHED!, you can have it for $35."
This was an offer I could not refuse, which felt strange because I had spent so much time being amicably yelled at that I hadn't looked at any items. "One second," I asked of him, and jogged across the store to look at other things I could get discounted. I found a piece beyond my wildest.
"That is very important," he told me as I walked to him holding a bended piece of gold pipe strung on a gold military chain. "It's $75. The best I can do for you is sixty. O.K. $50! But really, I can't go lower than that."
It was too gorgeous for me to heckle. I signed off on my debit card.

In LAX airport, after the bar had closed but before my red-eye was boarding, people were staring at me. I was wearing a peppermint-striped coat, red and purple bicycling pants, a t-shirt with cacti printed on it, and royal blue shoes. Two fat girls walked away from me rubber-necking, smiling in a really ugly way. I didn't mind though because, poetic justice, McDonald's had just closed, too. A guy near my age, dressed as a hippie, tried to smile at me, having judged that we have several ideaologies in common. I began to think I had really done something inappropriate when a boy with Down syndrome grabbed his mother's arm and whispered in her ear with a pinky pointed to me.

On my Metro-North way to Todd P's apartment, I took the window of an old man who was reading the in aisle seat. I took my coat off and opened my book. I had the pipe on.
"Can I ask you," started the old man, "where did you get that necklace? It's really something different."
I smiled at him. "My boyfriend's a plumber."
"Really? How 'bout that!"
"Yeah, Valentine's day." I shook the pipe at him, and then looked back at my book.
Current Mood: sadsad
Current Music: Casiotone For The Painfully Alone -- It's A Crime

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From:visudo
Date:March 20th, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)
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Alaina, I hope you take no offense at this, but I have to say something that I've been thinking for a long time. You're the only person from Roslyn High whose LiveJournal I still read, or in fact have ever read. I don't think you and I really ever knew each other that well, but for years, I have quietly wondered wether your prose is fiction, autobiographical, or some limbo inbetween. However, it recently dawned on me that it really doesn't matter where it comes from. I don't read all of your posts, but when I do, I am simultaneously delighted, mystified, confused and sometimes they make me kind of hungry. Please continue posting them regularly. Also, consider getting a non-LiveJournal blog; you would probably attract a strong following of readers.
From:phyrephly
Date:March 20th, 2007 11:26 pm (UTC)
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yes, i agree with whoever this is.
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From:literary_giant
Date:March 31st, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)

the children skipping rope triple their speed

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i feel a similarly about you, livejournal-wise
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From:spazzedoutmuse
Date:March 21st, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
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I agree. I find myself always enjoying your stories, despite the fact that I never knew you all that well. They are really charming.
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From:spazzedoutmuse
Date:March 21st, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
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charming stories...
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From:literary_giant
Date:March 31st, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)

i will know who you are yet

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hey brianne! how old are you now?
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From:literary_giant
Date:March 31st, 2007 05:18 pm (UTC)

the ghostly sing-song of the children playing double-dutch

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there was nothing to be offended by, max. but yeah, it's all true. i don't write frequently because i have to wait for something to happen and then i have to wait for something else to happen to validate it or note some pattern. i probably work on them a lot harder than one would suspect, which is more of a compliment than anything else. i started a blogspot, but my cross-posts appeared so much longer that even i didn't want to read them. either way, thank you for taking the time to speak out in this kiiiiindly way. iiiiii appreciate it!
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From:cantforget
Date:March 21st, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)

Yo

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How do you spell your name?
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From:miss_malomar
Date:March 21st, 2007 05:47 am (UTC)

Re: Yo

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t-i-f-f-a-n-y
i'm kidding. but if i knew it was okay to declose that information to you, i totally would.
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From:cantforget
Date:March 21st, 2007 07:33 pm (UTC)

Re: Yo

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nevermind I see it next to your name, but its funny i find myself saying hello to doug's girlfriend (ilana) sometimes I'll say alaina. its embarrasing
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From:literary_giant
Date:March 23rd, 2007 05:29 am (UTC)

this is the same fire that you light in me

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yeahhhh I reckon we all wish it was me
From:(Anonymous)
Date:March 26th, 2007 03:47 pm (UTC)

fwends

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heya alaina,

just popping by to say 'nice to meet you' on friday (?) night at the show. hope the rest of the night - from your point of view at the door - went well. we had lotsa fun and would luuuv to play more house shows. i heard lightning bolt the next night was a blast and also that it got shut down? ok kewl! take care from mark
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From:literary_giant
Date:March 31st, 2007 05:10 pm (UTC)

Re: fwends

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gee, i hope you look back here again! gimme yr email address!
From:yourewilin
Date:March 31st, 2007 04:34 pm (UTC)
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aliana you don't know this but I have always loved you I want your LJ texted to my fone
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From:literary_giant
Date:March 31st, 2007 05:09 pm (UTC)

some young italian

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hahahah wilin'!
From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 17th, 2008 07:27 am (UTC)
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hipster trash. you should probably kill yourself.
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