dreaming in denmark

8:28 a.m. Saturday, June 23, 2001

a tad specious, don't you think?

you may remember my frustration and general disgust at the fact that the US is now a primary financial sponsor of the Taliban, courtesy of the war on drugs. it gets better.

they ban production of opium. we give them $43 million. the Taliban then makes this statement: they are solely responsible for the US economy taking a nose dive, because they've eliminated a major source for drug trade. the hell?

not only is this a vast over simplification of market economies, but damn. bite the hand that feeds you, why don't you?

2:14 p.m. Thursday, June 21, 2001

abstract wierdness

phone conferences are, by nature, rather surreal. bunch of people here, talking to a speaker phone, listening to a bunch of people there. and you lose the possibility to watch body language. it boils down to pure dismebodied words, and only those words they choose to direct to the phone. there are always conversations in the background. you get the distinct edge of 'we'll only tell them what we think they should know.'

11:13 a.m. Thursday, June 21, 2001

remind me again why i'm stuck in this office?

go here to drool over some gorgeous boats. the pictures are from the Tall Ships sail last year. the Bluenose, Roseway and Compass Rose are my favorites, altho the Kaiwo Maru is truly impressive under full sail.

10:53 a.m. Thursday, June 21, 2001

water baby

my intemperate love of the water seems somewhat inappropriate, given that i'm a fire sign. then again, maybe it's the perfect balance of opposites.

after the court gig yesterday, we went down to the beach for a while, and i was loving it. haze over the water, islands floating out in the harbor, and the light was perfect. then we went over to the marina to have lunch (which didn't happen, but that's another story), and wandered around drooling over boats and watching the swans. and last night's gift was watching this beautiful schooner coming into the harbor, just ahead of the storm.

10:52 a.m. Thursday, June 21, 2001

rock star wanna be

note to self: the rock star life style is generally incompatible with the 9-to-5 corporate grind lifestyle.

7:14 a.m. Wednesday, June 20, 2001

out to sea

with the weather we've been having lately, i've had a huge craving to be out on the water. perhaps this is where i should be going. you think?

5:25 p.m. Monday, June 18, 2001

the delirium takes over.

and further proof, if you needed it, of my generally punchy demeanor today: i was watching someone walk into my office building, and he was wearing Converse sneakers. hi top Chucks. i remembered that people who wear Chucks (at least the ones i know) are nearly as religious in their fervor as my friends who wear Vans. and suddenly i had this image of Chuck Norris and Van Morrison locked in heated battle, Mortal Kombat style.

just run with that one for a minute. i promise, it gets more surreal the longer you consider it.

5:23 p.m. Monday, June 18, 2001

pine cones are out of season, yes?

man... i had a serious bout of insomnia last night, and consequently was very punchy walking in to work this morning. as i was coming over the hill, i glanced down and saw a huge pine cone. but then i thought, pine cones are a fall thing. maybe the dog just had wayyyyy too much fiber. told you i was punchy.

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