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sanpaku_backupI have not had time to write much lately as I've had yet more academic style work to do, for a while at least. I also have the experience of "dang, that would be a great thing to ruminate on in my journal," and then forgetting whatever it was that was so neat by the time I get home.
See, this is why I stopped keeping a journal. All I'd ever write was "dang, I keep forgetting to write in my journal..."
Gots me a new plastic modular bookcase that cost $16 all told. Wife says it makes us look poor. I say, but "we _are_ poor." How very sit-comy. If I could buy a plastic modular couch for twenny bucks I probably would do it. I am extremely cheap. But it doesn't hurt to be poor when you're cheap. And vice versa.
Money on the brain as Felix has to go to the vet tomorrow. Our other cat died a month ago-- the one who peed on everything-- and damn if Felix didn't start peeing on everything too. The living room now carries that unmistakeably noxious cat urine scent. I think we never get cats again. They are so much trouble in the end.
I am still hot for the Belle & Sebastian EP I mentioned a week ago. I have discovered there is a Tower Records in Boston. This is very bad because Tower Records is an incredibly good music store, especially for a chain. Another money waster.
We went to a coffee shop in Roslindale to play Trivial Pursuit. It is the closest trendy-esque kind of place to us, by which I mean it is a coffee shop open past 5 p.m. Some heavyset local guy comes in there while S. is talking to the girl behind the counter, and gets all pissed off at the girl for not giving him his coffee RIGHT AWAY. She had the nerve to get back at him: "I'm sorry sir, were you upset that I was answering this lady's question?" She said it sweet enough that he just caved. I'd never have the guts to stand up to some asshole like that. Boston is full of 50-year-old guys who look like Spiro Agnew or some other former-blue-collar-now-works-for-the-government kind of relic of about 1967. This city has more donut shops per square foot than any place on the planet and these guys all go there at 7 in the morning for their coffee and donut. He couldn't tell from the girl's glasses that this wasn't that kind of joint.
The coffee made me all jittery, even a decaf, but I burned it off talking to a former high school student of mine who's at Harvard this year. When I am on coffee I just lean back and pontificate like an unbelievable idiot on everything. Ralph Nader, college, yadda yadda, damn... At least by the time I got off the phone I was ready to sleep.
The debates are tonight but I'm not watching if I can avoid it. I no longer enjoy politics as the stakes are too high and the outcome almost entirely due to chance. Gore will have a mustard stain on his tie and go down 5 points. I hate that kind of thing.
See, this is why I stopped keeping a journal. All I'd ever write was "dang, I keep forgetting to write in my journal..."
Gots me a new plastic modular bookcase that cost $16 all told. Wife says it makes us look poor. I say, but "we _are_ poor." How very sit-comy. If I could buy a plastic modular couch for twenny bucks I probably would do it. I am extremely cheap. But it doesn't hurt to be poor when you're cheap. And vice versa.
Money on the brain as Felix has to go to the vet tomorrow. Our other cat died a month ago-- the one who peed on everything-- and damn if Felix didn't start peeing on everything too. The living room now carries that unmistakeably noxious cat urine scent. I think we never get cats again. They are so much trouble in the end.
I am still hot for the Belle & Sebastian EP I mentioned a week ago. I have discovered there is a Tower Records in Boston. This is very bad because Tower Records is an incredibly good music store, especially for a chain. Another money waster.
We went to a coffee shop in Roslindale to play Trivial Pursuit. It is the closest trendy-esque kind of place to us, by which I mean it is a coffee shop open past 5 p.m. Some heavyset local guy comes in there while S. is talking to the girl behind the counter, and gets all pissed off at the girl for not giving him his coffee RIGHT AWAY. She had the nerve to get back at him: "I'm sorry sir, were you upset that I was answering this lady's question?" She said it sweet enough that he just caved. I'd never have the guts to stand up to some asshole like that. Boston is full of 50-year-old guys who look like Spiro Agnew or some other former-blue-collar-now-works-for-the-government kind of relic of about 1967. This city has more donut shops per square foot than any place on the planet and these guys all go there at 7 in the morning for their coffee and donut. He couldn't tell from the girl's glasses that this wasn't that kind of joint.
The coffee made me all jittery, even a decaf, but I burned it off talking to a former high school student of mine who's at Harvard this year. When I am on coffee I just lean back and pontificate like an unbelievable idiot on everything. Ralph Nader, college, yadda yadda, damn... At least by the time I got off the phone I was ready to sleep.
The debates are tonight but I'm not watching if I can avoid it. I no longer enjoy politics as the stakes are too high and the outcome almost entirely due to chance. Gore will have a mustard stain on his tie and go down 5 points. I hate that kind of thing.
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I for one.
Date: 2000-10-07 01:46 pm (UTC)Now what makes you look really poor is when your table is one of those giant spools they wrap wire on at construction sites. Now that is a statement.