I’ve noticed when I’m hanging out with Jordan, that my ability to manifest a thought is instantaneous.
As he was leaving the house last week after a potluck, I saw that the porch light was off when I opened the door, so I mumbled, “Oh, no, is the porch light burned out?” as I simultaneously flipped the switch to turn it on and the light bulb went POOF! And everyone stared at me and my timing. Weird.
Then yesterday coming back from the dental office, Jordan is all drugged up and miserable, can’t really talk cuz he’s all shot up with locals and cotton balls in his mouth, I took a wrong turn downtown and got us stuck in traffic for a minute before realizing I could take the Hawthorne Bridge.
“It must suck to be you right now,” I told him. “Awake enough to know where you are but not be able to talk and say, “don’t go that way!”.”
He mumbled something and shrugged as I turned onto Madison to take the bridge.
“Well, at least the bridge isn’t up.” I offered and smiled as the light turned red and the barricades dropped down a couple cars in front of us and the bridge started to lift.
“Fuck!”
So there we were, trapped by the bridge lifting and Jordan likely feeling like crap and wanting to go home and the Trumpet Guy ( the dude who sets up his stand on the corner of 10th and Burnside, or on the ramp of the Hawthorne bridge where he plays the trumpet all hours of the day for donations) is squeaking out warm up. I became momentarily hypnotized by the flashing red lights and thought, “I should go see Indiana Jones one more time before it leaves the big screen.”
Da-DaDa DA! Da da DAAAA.
The Trumpet guy burst into a slightly off-key version of the Indiana Jones theme song and the sound ricocheted off the cars and I got this ridiculous grin on my face. I talked to Jordan briefly about it but could tell he was in no mood for conversation – not that I blame him, holy crap!
Meanwhile I think to myself, “The Indiana Jones Theme song is one of the most easily recognizable themes. Spielberg and Lucas really knew how to find someone to make a good harmonic marker in the mind.”
Just then, Trumpet guy changes tunes and jumps into the Star Wars Theme.
Right then I though, “Okay, I quit. No more thinking. This is creepy and could potentially be dangerous. No more thinking.”
All day though, when I thought of someone they would call. When I imagined something I needed to get done, someone would invariably mention to me that they needed to remember or do what was also on my mind. Weird. It was just one of those days.
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