He said, She said.

Have you ever stopped your life for a second slash indefinitely, to reflect on the appreciation of GREAT conversation?

Dialogue:  

Sam:  So you lived in...

Akito: (pauses) Mmmmmhmm..

Sam:  AREGTNINA!

Akito:  Yup, it was great.  

ZAN:  That's insane.  So, you guys are both International Relations Majors.

Evidently not a explicit example of GREAT conversation.  Sometimes it isn't the content but what's hidden within it.  In the fine lines can lie chemistry, synergy, and the transaction of healthy human discourse.  A relation between common intellectuals.  A stimulus exists unseen by the common eye but felt by the subtle heart.

GUESS THE WORD/PHRASE GAME....

Zan's Definition: (n.) The ability to permeate the mind of the individual and act, through subtlety, the insinuate ways of affection and reaction.  

Answer:  Chaotic manifest aka Reading Minds

Scene 3, Episode 1

Reality T.V minus the T.V:

::Tuesday:: 12:30 a.m.

(As Disney's "Enchanted" is put into the DVD player by 9 year old Jordan, ZAN begins his slow drift into a solemn slumber in front of the tube. As he awakes, the TV off, lights dimmed, noises of all his company preparing for bed, he realizes the movie has ended.)

(Faint/muffled mariachi music playing anonymously somewhere. The parties all slowly return.)

Patrick: What's that music?

the kids: Yeah what is that? Where is it coming from?

Samantha: Whateva, it's probably Drew listening to Mexican music down the hallway!

(Pat opens window in confusion but gives up search. ZAN is still half-conscious from his catnap. When everyone clears the room and prepares for bed, ZAN climbs the stairs to Samantha's room and joins her.)

ZAN: Who is listening to that music???

Samantha: I know....... It sounds like its coming.. from your assssss???

ZAN: You're SO dumb...

(Samantha opens window and John presses ears to vents in confusion.)

ZAN: It's so close!!!??

Samantha: It is...

(They both meticulously follow the sound encroaching the nights beautiful silence. They roll around the room to every potential audible outlet for noise and trace back to their original position. Both parties look at each other.)

Samantha: It's coming from your ass.

(A moment of clarity, ZAN pulls his cellular phone out of his pocket. All along the music was inconspicuously playing on its own, turned on by gluteus forces during his "Enchanted" slumber.)

Samantha: I told you it was coming out of your ass.

dinner pour tres amis...

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL:

Pan Seared Salmon 

Sauteed Asparagus, Leeks, Jalapeno

Julienne Carrot Crisps

Wine Pairing:

Rudulf Muller 2007 Reisling

Music:

Sigor Ros - Svfen G-Englar from the Vanilla Sky Soundtrack

Chef:  ZAN

Maitre'd:  PATRICK

Creative/Ambiance:  SAMANTHA

Fast Times at BRIDGECOURT High

Imagine for a moment... 

Remember the days when Superheroes had secret headquarters?  That special lair where they reconvened, regrouped and resurfaced the whole reason of their powers. Every superhero group had something of this kind; Batman and the Bat Cave, X-Men and Xavier's School, Superman and a telephone booth?... But this humble dwelling brought about a mystery and allure to their purpose.  The Sewage Lair allowed the Ninja Turtles time to recuperate while the city slept and nestled in their bedsheets, comforted in the thought of protection through the dangerous night.  Although the Turtles were never seen, they always managed to arrive in the nick of time to save the futile existence of April, or any New Yorker, no matter what the circumstance.  

In metaphoric terms, these three Superpeople, PATRICK, SAMANTHA, and JOHN have our "not so secret" lair.  We have Bridgecourt to rejuvenate life on it's grimmest days.  The effervescence of sunlight and breeze to water depressed lands of wilted dreams and ambition.  The brutal torment of emotional, verbal, and sometimes physical abuse to train us for the world's most villainous creature, war.  War of people, war of love, war of peace.  Here, in this foundation, nobody knows or even understands the charge we must endure for the sanctity of mankind.  That we hibernate in these relics to build strength, not for ourselves but for YOU all to sleep securely at night.  This is for you to know that life is filled with dreams and through real-life occurrences, these dreams will fall from the clouds to become reality.  We are truth, SUNSHINE, and surrealism in the spectrum of all senses MAGICAL.

Fight the good fight...

the LABEL

So... what's your STATUS?

An enigma in its own right, but not nearly a significant enough matter to focus your energy on.  Your judgments and criticisms should be directed towards the Palestinian rift and maybe there you may find symbolic representation of this situation.  Yes, this response is a typical ploy to dodge obvious confrontation, but as trivial/monumental this simple topic has become, it doesn't compare to the devastation you should explore in today's revolving world.   Your inquiries should become self-reflective rather than projected onto a reality other than your own.  If guidance is what you seek, then manipulate the context of this discussion and seek truth not digression.  

F.A.Q.s

Q:  Do you love her?

A:  Of course I love her.  She is one of my best friends; my confidant and brightest/loudest cheerleader.  She motivates me.  She encourages perplexity and entropy.  She makes the uncomfortable undeniable.  

Q:  Well, are you in love with her?

A:  I'm not the kind to be in love with the idea of being in love.  I don't embrace loneliness with company and don't thwart the idea of death with life.  I live because I love, and I love because it's my decision to love.  As complex as love is and as deep as my mind flows, to simplify what I am "in" isn't deserving.  I'm just... "in it."

Q:  Why don't you just be with her?

A:  Because I don't do things to make other people feel more secure about their own lives.  Because unlike most individuals, I let life's undisposed circumstances factor into my overly sensitive perceptions.  Because it isn't in my nature to hinder, obstruct, or stifle the power of the individual.  I believe two souls need to unselfishly progress.  And we are a work in progress...

Q:  I don't get it???

A:  You wouldn't.

the label... TBD.