Thursday, April 26, 2001
Rust spots on that stop-light control box look like Marx, no that's Lenin. That isn't rust either, that's spray paint, and it says "Philo" underneath it. There's another at the next intersection. Had a dream about Socialists in US, I gave them some money and they got to power, only to rule us. "Here again" I thought.
Don't let them in, the tv told me.
Saturday, April 21, 2001
Baby fell out of bed onto her face last night. We have a pillow there but she must have bounced or maybe hit her legs on it before flopping onto her face. We were going to have pictures taken today, but since she looks like a child abuse case, no can do. Crazy when she falls out of bed, because somehow in the waking up process, you get a taste of her sensations before she begins to react. We normally wake up before she gets to crying. This time is the worst yet.
Friday, April 20, 2001
The fridge is not too cold to make the Munich Lager.
We are apply to graduate school.
Some here some there, trees swaying, bird flying, pollen floating
Incoming student is being overly gracious. Pleasant, but no real point to her visit.
Electric knife to cut the bread thin without crumbs.
Tuesday, April 17, 2001
What an awful close to the weekend. Pissy as all hell, because I had to do this and that, drive here, sign that. Yesterday morning was not good.
New beer soon.
First I ever even heard of an economic downturn was from the Bush administration. The power crisis sounds like it was totally controlled by the suppliers. They heavily cut production, price goes up. Sounds like the need for regulation is there. Free market.
Public opinion, what a crock.
Saturday, April 14, 2001
I'm skipping the easter egg coloring. I need some time alone.
Required to feel this and that condemnation. I am wasting the day though, with a computer game that won't run once without crashing no less.
Thursday, April 12, 2001
Wednesday, April 11, 2001
My sister got fired. It was coming for a while. My dad, wife's dad, now my sister, all fired in the past three weeks. Poor sister and my mother do not get along very well. They fight every time they are together, because Mom is always trying to manage her affairs. She's been running up her debt, although I thought she was doing well enough for most of it. I'll do Tara practice for her, if that is reasonable.
Tuesday, April 10, 2001
I have a distrust of mechanics. We just got both our cars fixed, and both cars now have new problems related to the old problems.
I read the blog of some fifteen-year-old girl named Leah from Texas. Her friends tell her that because she is Jewish, she is going to go to hell. They tell her this, they say, because they care about her and want her to go to heaven. What the hell is that shit?
Saturday, April 07, 2001
Finally, last week, which I've been structuring my work around for the past two months, is over. Thank goodness. I will still have fallout work to do but that is nothing...
The baby learned how to clap last weekend at Juan's Flying Burrito. We hadn't tried to teach her, she just started doing it at the table. She was really hitting her left hand with her right hand, and growling, like she was teaching it a lesson. Kind of funny.
It's twilight, yesterday we sat out at the festival with the baby, the music was not terribly good, but it almost helped the community feeling because you could feel free to just hang out with one another outdoors, lounging on the lawn.
Wednesday, April 04, 2001
"Is he in it? Is he in there?" I ask myself mockingly, laughing as familiarity pervades. What an offering last night!
I'm slowly entering the interstate, and three motorcyles zoom by at ninety in long intervals, New Orleans interstate no less. Exhilarating watching the bike and body hopping gingerly merged with the surrounding speed.
Went to the museum of art on Saturday. I was impressed with the collection and the traveling exhibit of Judy Chicago's work.
It would be fun if Metafilter had a rolling links option, so that it randomly chose from a list of sites you would provide for a given link. You would have to craft your post to include each possible link. Somewhat of a more introspective approach to posting for the poster. Nah.
Monday, April 02, 2001
Bars need more booths. It is too loud to talk with live music, and if it is good, I don't want to talk. Loud good music takes over the elements it plays through. What need for looking around to see who's hot, or dancing which can be good, or just being amicably moving just to put your friends at ease? I don't mind looking like a crazy person sitting next to a wall, looking at the ground, concentrated on the melodious din, at peace, well-drunk and smiling.