Ng Zangpo
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
The tree outside my window has pink flowers on it, only on the top, it's coming along. Barkless, I never remember the name of it. Crepe myrtle?

Tennessee R + J used to call trees that sprung up naturally by "volunteers" which I think might be common. In sixth grade I interviewed them to know what it was like for them growing up in New York in the thirties. WPA and all that. I remember they had to wear stiff clothes, drying on the lines.

Thursday, July 12, 2001
I just waited for an hour to learn that Earthlink's customer service database is down. Now, they are a technical company, I would say. Why can't they post a short succint message on their recording informing their customers that they will be waiting in complete futility? They even refused to take a note and cancel the account for me later.

Earthlink customer service is abysmal. Let it be known!

Sunday, July 08, 2001
Baby got shoes today. Now she can be fascinated with her own.

An adult giddy like a child drunkenly asking for the again as it comes.

The clock on my computer is slow, so I experienced time delusion when I saw in my car on the way to New Orleans that I hadn't left right in time at 5:45, I left at 6:15. Everything seemed slightly orange, day and moon getting smaller and oh well, go tommorow....

Tuesday, July 03, 2001
Strangest thing, a hair punctured the sole of my foot. Thought it was glass or a splinter because I could feel it while walking. Playing with it I thought it was a wire that really looked like a hair. I pulled it out with tweezers, it just slid out, but it even had the lighter coloration like a follicle would. "There's no way that hair was growing on the bottom of your foot!" the wife said at my suggestion. How the hell did it slide under my skin?

Monday, July 02, 2001
Good weekend. Spent the day with D_l conversing. Epiphanies.

Yesterday to Bay St. Louis for frisbee and muddy water in the sun. Blotchy burns are irritating me a bit, but it was fun. It's been a long time since I went to a beach. Reminded me of Cannes, but the shallow water, and the eventual mud didn't make much for floating.

Earlier on Friday night, I stayed up reading journals from Paris and my Freshman year immediately before.

I'm having a hell of a time getting this image to load. Maybe I should get image hosting.