a higher place

whatever it takes to stop the squeaking noise, that's what antimatter is prepared to do. across the campus from his apartment, there is a library with a prominent tree sticking out of it. you would think the sharp trilling would be coming from a family of cicadas, but no, you would be incorrect. it is, in fact, coming from the silver air-conditioning tower atop the library roof, which clearly has a belt loose or a rust issue or perhaps just an ill temper. this wouldn't be such a big deal if it weren't constantly whirling away all hours of the day (and night), but, it is so. a bladed sound which penetrates the walls of the apartment complex (not to mention the non-double-paned windows. honestly, m's apartment is in the middle of downtown...use some foresight in your building plans, management). and so the sound pries its way into his dreams and always, of course, his waking apartment hours.

rockles and matches are up in arms; today they complained with all the fury they could muster. unfortunately (for the purposes of this one occasion) they are not furious people by nature, and didn't have much more effect than being routed from one desk to another across campus in true asterix and obelix twelve-tasks manner. bureaucratic madness. the end result was 'borrowing' sarie's PSU login so that they might barrage the campus with an epilectic sequence of computer-generated work-orders to better get their point across. fingers crossed, verbs at the ready. let's be honest with ourselves....it was either this or water-balloons filled with WD-40.

now mattress is feeling lethargic after being delayed from his coffee-shoppery for so long, and instead hoisted a beer or three at the italian joint downstairs with neighbor meghaan. three-dollar guinness, you're my only friend. so now it is rambling guitar-chords and summer-night deck sitting, with the smell of brownies fresh-baking, home-making, and generally drifting out the door in cartoon perfume-cloud fashion, tickling the nose and lifting one off of their feet in delicious anticipation.

the bar conversation was the only notable part of the day, so it might as well be recounted. it was a battle of the wits over whether two people need to be attracted to one another to have a successful relationship. she thought that they certainly did, no getting around it, then got quiet and completely retracted the point, saying the opposite. oh fickleties. matches produced pocket-like the point that beauty doesn't necessarily have to be traditional hollywood-glamour....he related the story of colin in germany and celia (or is it silje?) with the heart-surgery scar which he cherished. he related that he thought that beauty did not necessarily have to be of the face or body; that it could also be in the personality or, his favorite, the personable and playful gestures which one unknowingly and charmingly produces to compliment their existence and what they consider it to be. playfulness is essential. then meghaan countered that personality was never in question, that it was important but was being voided for the purposes of the conversation. refuted. but matches went on to argue that the gesture thing was not entirely a product of personality, and that they played into the physical beauty of a person...which seemed to go over well. we agreed upon silence as the difference, for the purposes of the conversation, between personality and physical attributes. charisma if you will. and, since it is matches' page...you will.
they settled that attraction was an important factor, but that it was not confined to the traditional static appearance. it went far and beyond that paradigm, into a higher place.

plz to listen:
royksopp - a higher place