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wolves mate for life
Sep. 12th, 2003 04:10 pmRest in piece, Mister Cash. Give June a kiss hello.
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Sep. 12th, 2003
frazzle dazzle
Sep. 12th, 2003 09:08 pm-I'm sitting here at work, chatting on AIM with the children my ex-fiancee is taking care of ("what's Seven Samurai...?"), musing on just how odd the world can be sometimes.
-I'm quite ready for this week to be over with, and to be thinking of absolutely nothing besides the physical reality of riding my bicycle for thirty miles or so. (And, next week, looking through a viewfinder, finding the right frame. Probably my favorite thought avoidance mechanism of all time; I'm concentrating on the mechanisms of photography, but not thinking, which is an important distinction for me just now.)
-Made a brief, fidgety appearance at piano bar last night; felt too edgy to stay; on my way home, bumped into my friend Sam, with whom I spent the evening of 9/11 last year (speaking of how odd the world can be...). All things being equal, we decided to set up a camping trip before he goes to Japan, as I feel a sudden, urgent need for living rock and grass beneath my feet, before the world becomes cold again.
-There are too, too, too many people I miss, and the fact that I recently missed an opportunity to have lunch with one of them doesn't make things one wit better.
-It would really, really be good not to hear any more Warren Zevon or Johnny Cash today until I'm home, secure behind my own door.
-I'm quite ready for this week to be over with, and to be thinking of absolutely nothing besides the physical reality of riding my bicycle for thirty miles or so. (And, next week, looking through a viewfinder, finding the right frame. Probably my favorite thought avoidance mechanism of all time; I'm concentrating on the mechanisms of photography, but not thinking, which is an important distinction for me just now.)
-Made a brief, fidgety appearance at piano bar last night; felt too edgy to stay; on my way home, bumped into my friend Sam, with whom I spent the evening of 9/11 last year (speaking of how odd the world can be...). All things being equal, we decided to set up a camping trip before he goes to Japan, as I feel a sudden, urgent need for living rock and grass beneath my feet, before the world becomes cold again.
-There are too, too, too many people I miss, and the fact that I recently missed an opportunity to have lunch with one of them doesn't make things one wit better.
-It would really, really be good not to hear any more Warren Zevon or Johnny Cash today until I'm home, secure behind my own door.