Spoken Word makes me want to throw up.

Lately I've been somewhat of a socialite. That's not what I mean to say, I've really always been a socialite. What I mean to say is, as of late I've become a kind of cultural cat. I go to indie films instead of mainstream movies, wine bars in leiu of regular ones, Henry's and Trader Joes instead of Albertsons and Ralphs.

On Friday night, I agree to go poetry reading at "The Rubber Rose," a sexuality boutique owned by to friends. It was to be the book launch of "The Encyclopedia Project, vol. A-F." The reading consisted of various artists reading their exhausting contributions. Now, I know that I've oft spoken of my love of the written word. WRITTEN, not necessarily SPOKEN. I havn't quite determined the reason for this, it may be a general disinterest in their chosen topics, or perhaps the sound of the over pronounced words coming out of rehearsed mouths, maybe (I'm slightly ashamed to say) it's not disinterest in specific topics, but instead a general disinterest in other people. Yes, I do realize that sounds bad, but its exhausting enough overthinking my own problems and problems belonging to those I care about without involving myself in a total strangers blossoming neurosis. Luckily I was promised a bar afterward. Blue Foot may be the best bar ever. It fits in perfectly with the trendy yet unassuming neighborhoods of North Park and South Park. It's my new favorite.

Saturday night, again with Trissy, Tianna, and Marie in tow, we go to The Ken theatre for some urban culture. Being friends with the manager of The Ken really does have its perks. Free movies, free popcorn, free sodas and access to the deepest, darkest corners of one of San Diegos most haunted places. I'm not joking, it really is haunted, I've personally had an encounter and so have several other people I know. We saw "La Petite Leutenant," a french sub-titled film that when translated means "movie with no plot." I'm being overly critical. The movie had plot, though the subtitles I determined the movie was about police investigation. The problem was, it was simple. Being American, I'm used to American movies. Apparently the French like their movies simple, I'd liken this movie to a whole wheat sandwhich with nothing in the middle, not even mayonaise. But it was free, and I sure do love free and I love the company as well!