dreaming in denmark

3:49 p.m. Saturday, August 18, 2001

one nation

the ever wonderful Sars has written a great piece on being American and how we are perceived.

But it really doesn't help the situation when all Americans get tarred with the same French-fry-eating, fanny-pack-wearing, retarded-president-electing, Bible-thumping, American Pie-watching, Coke-guzzling, sawed-off-shotgun-waving, who-the-British-PM-is-not-knowing brush.

made me laugh, and also made me think. that, my friends, is the sign of a good piece of writing.

1:50 a.m. Saturday, August 18, 2001

my feet don't touch the ground

indulged in a little retail therapy this week, because i *needed* music to get me thru the day. picked up the third volume of the Afro Celt Sound System. they are amazing. check them out, if you haven't heard them yet.

4:01 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

hrm.

i got flowers today, and they're lovely - purple freesia, one of my favorites. only problem is, they're from an ex. as tanya says, exes should only send you flowers when someone dies. the note signed with a heart didn't improve things. i mean, the thought is sweet, i guess, but... oh well.

3:58 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

music is where you find it

long day, long day here, hot, no wind, me out of sorts, you know the drill. i've had that message on my answering machine for a week, because there's a certain poetry in the way it sounds, which i could never transliterate. the voice, the inflection, almost musical.

3:15 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

substance abuse.

how sad is this? earl was somewhere last week, and there was a coffee machine, the kind where you put in a few quarters and get back your java. he operates on caffeine like few people i know. so he put his money in.

and stood there with a sad face as he watched his coffee pour straight down the drain. see, it didn't give him a cup. and there were no cups to be found. i'm surprised he didn't stick his head under the tap.

makes me laugh, tho, because i think of that every time i use the insta-craptastic-coffee substitute machine in our office kitchen.

3:10 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

and the chauffeur is on vacation this weekend.

i realized when talking with jon yesterday that he assumed i'd be driving down this weekend. um, babe? need i remind you that i bought a car that i *can't fucking drive*? *smiles sweetly*

3:08 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

did you hear an echo?

note to self: bad form to slag someone when you work in an acoustically correct environment. :)

3:05 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

it's all relative.

and this seems relatively unbalanced: the Starbound, a local fishing boat, sank after it was hit by the Virgo, a Russian tanker. the Virgo ignored signals and the Coast Guard. four men died. they're recently extradited the crew of the tanker to the US. get this: possible sentences - 6 years for involuntary manslaughter, 10 years for pissing off the Coast Guard. how does that work?

2:10 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

hi. how are you?

there. are those such tough words to say? i thought not. and yet, the majority of guys (okay, guys in my office) are incapable of using them to start a conversation. it's all 'why haven't you...' and 'when are we going to...' and 'there's a problem and you have to...'. grease the tracks with a little politeness, people. it makes things work better.

2:01 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

the Commando Bikers strike again

i have *got* to find out who these people are. they went zipping by the house again last night, and i went leaping to the window in time to see that there are about 25 of them. *shakes head, laughing*

1:56 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

what the brain does without caffeine

walking in to work this morning, i glanced down and saw a battered summer squash on the ground just under the bumper of a rusty blue van. all i could think was 'truck turds'. see? i'm telling you, i'm not safe before coffee.

1:53 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

i have *no* idea...

how a search for gall bladder information got me to this site. and if you take a look at it, doesn't it strike you as a bit odd that the URL node is cleancarpets? i'm officially baffled by that one.

1:44 p.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

shades of Steve Martin

my poor feet are in tatters these days, and here's my theory. summer shoes suck more than other shoes because your feet get all hot and sweaty, so there's more friction to cause blisters. and it doesn't matter if you switch from pair to pair; the problem is still there. so it's more a question of figuring out what parts have healed in order to find the least painful shoes.

11:46 a.m. Thursday, August 16, 2001

looks kinda lonely, that one little entry

i always feel compelled to add a bunch of entries when i switch over archive pages. because, really, that one little entry looks so sad and forlorn all by itself.

7:47 p.m. Wednesday, August 15, 2001

things have been sort of boat-y lately

as sonia observed... well, it's always been a fascination of mine. it's escalated recently, for obvious reasons. well made boats are so pretty. check out the Beneteau boats. they have a nifty virtual tour of different ones. kinda makes you want to sail, doesn't it?

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