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May 14, 2003

ice cream & dysgammaglobulinanemia

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when i was a young boy, i was unable to consume ice cream. i was often ill due to a rather rare blood disorder i have called dysgammaglobulinanemia, and any lactose would send my little body into a frenzy of hallucinatory fever, and ferocious vomiting. which i confess, was far more frequent than i would have liked. {but that is another story entirely, and an extremely long one involving the ever-present topic of mortality}. what this means today with regards to ice cream, is that i have developed an uncanny love for the substance. i will not say obsession for several reasons...no, this is most certainly love. though i still must limit my dairy intake, at this point in my life it only serves to cause an excess of flem which probably adds to the somewhat raspy quality of my singing. perhaps jeff buckley never ate dairy. so today after having lunch with michelle and an orange with sasha i came home to the remains of some chocolate raspberry truffle before my ride. i sat watching the people drink their beer at the pub across the street, sliding the bites gently into my mouth. how is it that something can taste so perfect? how is it that artists like michelle and sasha can be so stunningly brilliant and wildly inspiring, yet so humble and soft-shelled? i am amazed by such things. by great women and ice cream. by the sun falling in through my windows, onto my skin. bite after bite after bite.

Posted by jeff at May 14, 2003 11:50 PM

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you are a beautiful man...
it makes me ache to look at you, it always has.

Posted by: I'll fall if you will.. at May 15, 2003 10:46 PM

"...watching the people..."
I can see the walls behind you there, from where you eat your icecream - I feel like quite the vouyer, as I know what you were looking down onto. Strange feeling to see the inside of your home from a computer... What a lovely place to live. Do Pub-goers often notice you up there? Do you ever try to sneak down into the crowd of drinkers and smokers to get a closer look?

Posted by: redplaidpants at June 21, 2003 12:31 PM
   


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