Here is an icy tree on Iowa Avenue across the street from Lou Henry's
Oh, kids. This long distance thing takes some time. I start a phone call around ten and the next thing I know, it's after midnight and I haven't blogged yet and don't really care. Sometimes it's hard to juggle all of my obsessions.
What I will say about long distance dating since the invention of the cell phone, is that it makes it both a little easier and a little harder. I know I've mentioned that we text a lot during the day. Well, toward the end of last week, Mr. St Louis discovered the beauty of texting videos. How crazy is that? He could send me a 15 second video of himself lying on the couch and watching 21 Jump Street, or take me on a quick tour of his room. On Saturday, he sent me numerous videos of his pub crawl exploits that got better and better as the night wore on. It was awesome. One thing I will warn you about if you're considering this kind of communication, is this: You know how if you drunk dial someone and you wake up the next day with a vague awareness of that action and maybe the person you dialed gives you shit about it, and you feel a little embarrassed, but you don't exactly remember it, so you can tell yourself that that person was exaggerating? Well, with video texts, there is none of that. You can go back and watch the video you sent someone when you were a few (hundred) sheets to the wind in all its blaring honesty. All I have to say is, I loved every one of the videos I received and some of the later ones were the best.
The other weird thing about sending someone flirty texts, is that it sometimes feels like I'm writing lyrics to Prince songs. You know? Like what I'm sending is dangerously close to, "I'm gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine...". Or what have you. Do you think in the eighties Prince had any idea that someday every teenager would write like him?