there's a man behind me.

he's singing randomly in a "spanish falsetto", which is remarkably like an "english falsetto" except that he's singing in spanish. if he were singing in an "english falsetto", i'd be equally weirded out. this is a library, after all. he's also laughing in a jumpy, inhaly falsetto, which makes him sound like he's crying. actually, come to think of it, maybe he is crying. he's looking away, though, and behind me, and i can't really walk around and look. at least the music pouring out of his "headspeakers" that are jacked up way too loud for a library is kinda cool. i dig most mariachi type stuff. granted, in this part of the world, mariachi music usually means tacos.
speaking of tacos, i remember an experiment one of my coworkers and i ran when i "worked" at "performance" bike down in tacoma. we were supposed to only play music from the "approved" list of two stations, "adult contemporary" and "adult alternative" on "muzak"--and with "adult alternative" i was relieved to find that the "music" had nothing to do with stuff advertised at the back of the stranger--and that got pretty tiring. i guess this wasn't really an experiment, but we played the mariachi station for an entire day to see what our coworkers would say. the most common comment from customers was a bewildered "i'm kinda hungry. know any good mexican joints around?"
speaking of joints, the roomies and i watched the denzel washington joint "courage under fire" last night, which if i'm not mistaken won an oscar back in the day. i had a buncha negative things to say about it, but actually, i kinda liked it. it was inconsistent, like any good "oscar winning joint" should be, but we all cheered when sergeant carver from the wire showed up. meg ryan's daughter was heartbreaking as meg ryan's daughter. and denzel? he plays a damn good denzel. matt damon was good as a smirking, heroin addicted matt damon, and when the "poster moment" happened, we cheered again. (we have a massive denzel poster on our dining room wall.) i'll be honest: when the headless torso placed the "posthumous medal of honour" around captain meg ryan's daughter's neck, i teared up a bit. but then, to quote matt damon's charactor, matt damon, from my favourite joint of all time, "matt damon is a genious misfit who gets in fights and does 'theoretical mathematics' and also falls in love with a girl and tries really hard to sabotage it up but then gets a car for his 21st birthday and drives toward california, where she flew to on the plane you see flying over matt damon's head in the 'washed-out sequence' where matt damon 'finds his true self', but we don't actually know if he makes it to california", i "sacked up" and shut the tear ducts down. mission accomplished.