Fishing with John is on the telly. I've seen a few episodes of this show, and I must admit I have a big hard-on for John Lurie. I saw one ep with Matt Dillon, and another with Willem Dafoe. Tonight's episode features Dennis Hopper. Actually, I would sleep with any of those people, but probably I would have the best chance to sleep with John out of any of them, which means "no chance", but at least it's not "no chance in hell."

If you haven't see the show before, it consists of John Lurie, musician, actor (He's been in a bunch of Jim Jarmusch films, who, incidentally, I saw hanging out at the Lakeside Lounge a few weeks back. He's another one on my "To do list."), and man-about-town, taking cool actors to foreign countries so they can fish. The narrator is genius; he uses a solemn voice as you would hear on any sort of documentary, but says the most absurd, yet obvious things.

Over a shot of a moon:
"As always, night turns into day."

or

As Dennis and John talk on a boat:
"Out of politeness and, for old time's sake, John and Dennis pretend to hear one another, but the roar of the engine makes communication impossible."

The photography of the exotic locales is sometimes rough, but still amazing, and John's interaction with his guests is funny in this faux tense sort of way. I think this show was originally on last year (I've only recently gotten the Independent Film Channel on my cable plan), and I'm just catching up now, but I try never to miss it. I like to think of it not as Fishing with John but more as My Date with John, because I am just that pathetic.

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Had drinks with Bruno tonight. He had left his bag at my house last Friday before I went out with him and his lady, and we met at the Beauty Bar so that I could return it to him. I like Bruno a lot; he's a straight-shooter, and also he's from Chicago. He feels very familiar to me.

We talked for a little bit about these surprisingly undying feelings I have for a boy who is unemotionally unavailable. At least he doesn't have a girlfriend, but that might actually make this whole thing a little bit easier.

"I know he's not going to, but part of me wishes he would just come around." I said.

"Maybe he will," offered Bruno. "Look, one of two things is going to happen. Either you stay friends with him and it gets too painful, or he comes around. That's it. But I'd suggest you start hanging out with other guys."

"All I know is that a month from now I better not be having this same conversation with you," I said.

"Definitely find another guy then."

We talked about Amsterdam for a while, and drugs, and art, and rock music, and then he went home.

It made me think I need to visit Amsterdam soon. Or see a rock show. Or both.

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