December 2009
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stuck at Sweetwater Tavern waiting for my family. guess the recession must still be full churn - the wait for a party of four is only two hours tonight, and there’s just one or two gross of people hanging around the foyer, huddled in groups and systematically rotating away from the draft of the revolving door like a colony of penguins.
and just to think, a few years ago I’d have been...
“It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the...”
– Douglas Adams, The Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
the burden of partaking in the obligatory top x of xxxx meme always hurls me into panic mode - might explain why I’ve never assembled such a list to my own satisfaction, only various cheap sketches thereof. but I guess we’re approaching the end of what’s been a particularly long year, and the least I can do is go through the motions. this list is particularly awesome because...
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one: yawn. I’m starting to get used to waking up stiff and sore every morning, but that doesn’t really soften the experience. guess I’d better get used to it, or start stretching, or shut up. or all three. mbleh.
two: first week of uninterrupted work, still feeling ambivalent about rejoining the machine in any full-time capacity. missing the days of winter vacation as a sort of...
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I’m beginning to enjoy this habit of posting from my iPhone when I wake up in the morning. everything feels a bit closer to the surface, my mental tidepools still teeming with colorful flotsam and jetsam from the night before.
then again, when I woke briefly earlier this morning, I had something really interesting, or at least pithy, that I told myself I should try and remember for later,...
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the Christmas aftermath seems uncharacteristically mild this year, despite the Titans getting trampled by San Diego and the fact that I somehow slept for a solid ten and a half hours. no headaches or hurty eyes this morning, though I am at the moment struggling to convince myself that going out to grab fast food is not the most seasonally, fiscally, or health-appropriate course of action. however,...
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slept in the basement on an old couch at least a foot short and a cubit narrow for my modest dimensions, flip-flopping most of the night between giving myself taco-neck and having my legs raised up above body level like a trauma victim. it was, nevertheless, more comfortable than my cold hard bitch of a futon at home.
i’d almost forgotten what it was like to be a kid on Christmas, but I...
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in my poor little Mazda Protege, traversing all of this congealed ground-ice feels like negociating the Sierra Nevada. suppose things could be worse, though - frozen rain inbound for tomorrow morning. merry Christmas, indeed.
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I feel like every other month or so I set out on some grand new endeavor - a blog, a story, some other hobby - going all “great guns” (as Cricket says), only to peter out a few weeks later, claiming exhaustion or busyness or some other precious psychosomatic bellyache. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried about the same thing happening here; the last time I took a...
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it’s a vaguely amusing experience commiserating with my fellow Tumblr neophytes, curiously prodding at the forbidding monolith of cascading style sheets and hexadecimal color codes like a bunch of cooing chimpanzees. quietly hazarding a new title color here, gently stretching a bottom margin there.
uncharted territory, this.
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abandonment. →
somehow, the only thing more depressing than an abandoned structure is one that’s still on its way out.
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Twitter + Tumblr = microblogging overload. trapped in a whirlwind of haiku-like self-expression. time-space bending like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. the mind reels.
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replacement clothes dryer arrived today. the industrious delivery men gave me time to clean out the small warren of dust bunnies that had gathered under the old unit. it was a wild place, a feathery wad of pulled cotton peppered with dog food, coins, lint, guitar picks and spilled detergent…vacuuming it out felt a little like clearcutting a rainforest.
but now I can do my laundry. and...
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“Heaven doth with us as we with torches do / Not light them for themselves; for...”
– William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
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in a sense, it seems unwise to further validate my short attention span by going from a long-form blog like Wordpress to Tumblr, a system specifically designed to collect my trickling creativity like a sump.
but I suppose it’s better than nothing at all.
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