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Jul. 15th, 2006 @ 11:47 pm the loneliest man in san francisco
Current Location: san francisco
On my way back from seeing Cars, at about ten-thirty at night, I saw a tired-looking Taiwanese man standing alone on a street corner by Union Square, playing a saxophone. There was no cup or hat by his feet--he was not a busker. He was playing a jazz rendition of 望春風 ("Forgetting the Evening Wind"), a Taiwanese folk song about being alone. This was the only song he played, and he played it over and over, with such passionate and intense ineptitude that I could not hum along, try as I might. Most passersby ignored him or covered their ears, but a young Taiwanese woman in a red jacket and a shopping bag in each hand came by and stood next to him quietly, head bowed, not making eye contact. When he had finished one round of the song, the woman leaned over and gave him a light peck on the cheek. The last note trailed off into silence and the man stood there, dumbfounded, as the woman walked away.

Seconds later, he had lifted the sax to his lips, and was playing the same song.
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From:hatikvah_42
Date:July 16th, 2006 09:37 am (UTC)
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that's beautiful
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From:judgewargrave
Date:July 16th, 2006 03:41 pm (UTC)
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You stole my comment.
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From:hatikvah_42
Date:July 16th, 2006 11:39 pm (UTC)
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*smirk*
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From:soullessthinker
Date:July 17th, 2006 04:02 am (UTC)
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K, I love your entries. I love how you, and some of the other Christian Obies both believe in Jesus, but also in what He believed. A lot of the Christians I knew from home were not like that.
I also feel as though everything you're writing is important. It doesn't just happen, it happens for a reason. If you hit it big, the literary academics, they'll know this story. We'll learn about it, like we know about Twain's travels and Poe's romances. I feel as though this is somehow epic, even if you never write it as such.
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From:erf_
Date:July 17th, 2006 05:01 am (UTC)

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You flatter me. Thanks. :]

I've had an odd feeling of destiny ever since high school. I've never really lived up to it, though...
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From:aesvir
Date:July 18th, 2006 05:58 pm (UTC)
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Destiny may be knocking at your door. Or it may be waiting for Chinese takeout in Omaha. Churchill, for example, saw his star rise and sink several times before getting the call in 1940. I never had a chance to read Alone, the biography that covers 1932-1940, when Churchill was the only politician in England to warn about the Nazi threat. However, he must have felt like he was failing his destiny then.

Not that you are Churchill. But he did win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
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From:erf_
Date:July 18th, 2006 10:33 pm (UTC)
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He won the Nobel Prize for Literature for writing a history textbook. I have no such knowledge.