| Saturday,
May 27, 2000
Oho! I was wrong! You
can set a blog to show only the current day's posts. How silly I
feel. If this gets really comfortable, I might just wind up doing the regular
journal with a blog after all. We will see. I still prefer the archive
system of the regular journal.
I don't really hate web
design. I just hate doing it for other people.
I'm really going to
do it this time. I am going to the store and one of the things on my list
is some bigass garbage bags, heavy duty. I am going to clean my house,
and that includes throwing stuff away. I am also going to separate the
keepables from the stuff for goodwill. I may even get to vacuum the floor.
I better go do it while
still motivated.
Friday, May
26, 2000
Found it! Vicar of
Dibley. And it was on one of the fuzzier PBS stations I get. Can you
believe it? I get four PBS stations, did I ever mention that? Weird. And
I'm on antenna. No cable up here on boonie hill.
Beginnings and endings
coalesce in the silver filaments in your hair. Demons giggle and dance
in the rusty grasses on your face. But your eyes are simply there, hiding
nothing, revealing nothing, mysterious and ordinary. And completely able
to absorb me.
Bally-K
I actually watched said
episode of Ballykissangel. Eh, it was alright. A rekindled romance
after something like 30 years, a dude trying to get golf balls from the
bottom of a lake, Ambrose trying to find a sitter for his kid. The new
priest being inconspicuous by just not being interesting. Well, it was
a way to pass the time anyway.
Wish I new the name
of whatever that was on ahead of it. It was about this rotund jolly female
minister with a wild sense of humor in a country parish. She was doing
a blessing of the animals. Maybe I'll find it at PBS.org.
Damn. My head hurts
again. I went too long without food.
I had an interview with
Millennium Staffing today. They seem impressed with me, despite my suffering
from acute static cling that I swear wasn't there upon leaving the house.
They seem confident they can get me set up in Princeton where there is
a lot of hiring in my field going on.
I also heard from Manpower
about a juicy assignment. Right up my alley, exec admin with internet research
all over the place. I would love to do that.
Damn this headache.
And nothing works for them anymore. Aspirin was my last resort, and now
it's no help either.
Wednesday,
May 24, 2000
Spectator
I just saw a preview for
an upcoming episode of Ballykissangel. Is that show still on? Maybe
it's a rerun. How it could have continued for much longer after they killed
off Assumpta Fitzgerald and sent the priest away, I can't imagine. They
were the most interesting people in the show. I really identified with
Assumpta, her anger, her resentment, her hidden good nature. I was mad
for a week after they killed her off.
After dropping by Manpower
to deliver some freshly updated resumes, I forgot, in all that blinding
sunlight, all about the upcoming thunderstorms and dashed off on a whim
to the theater for a matinee. I need to conserve - there's a collision
deductible to manage soon, but it's a matinee, such a small expense. I'll
trade a couple meals for it.
The show was Road
Trip. It was hurly gross in some spots, horribly funny in others, and
just plain horrible elsewhere. About half an hour into the movie, the power
went out. There were ten of us in the auditorium, tops. Somebody screamed,
a few more laughed, a couple shouted some really stupid things. I sat there
using the name of a certain Nazarene as an expletive. It took less than
five minutes for the power to come back on, but it took another ten or
so for the magic moving picture people to figure out, as we were held captive
by the frenetic flickering of the screen ads slide projector going wild,
how to get the film rolling again, after several wrong guesses concerning
the various kinds of lights in the auditorium.
Not fifteen minutes
later the fire alarm went off, with a grating sound and strobing white
lights. Invoking the carpenter's son again, I got up and headed for the
door with everyone else, but right about the time we got there, the alarm
ceased. After a few seconds hesitation over whether we should, we all returned
to our seats and watched the rest of the movie uninterrupted.
Spoiler: it has a happy
ending.
Gouge me, why dontcha?
I'm irritated. I have not
set foot in Waldenbooks for roughly five years because the Huz and I discovered
that we are very weak willed where books are concerned. We used to blow
hundreds in there. Now my danger isn't overindulgence, it's the likelihood
that I might hurl. $13 for a paperback. Not the hardcover, the paperback!
I looked at several and found that they were in this range. What happened??!!
It's only been about five years since they were in the neighborhood of
$7.50. I don't understand this. It's as freaky as what's happened to renting
at Blockbuster.
You did notice that,
didn't you? They pulled a bait and switch. They give you until noon the
next day to turn in your movie to draw attention away from the fact that
they raised rental to more than $4 now. Why not just catch the matinee?
Hell, screw em all. I'm patient. I'll go to the library and get my kicks
for free.
Support your local library.
Aha!
I said in the regular journal
that I left my test messages here posted. Well, I did - yesterday. Today
I realized that they were lengthening this page for no good reason, so
I dropped them.
It hit me that this
is a perfect place for depositing snippets of poetry, like this one that
came to me in the car:
The beginning
and the ending of the universe are in the dark dashes of your eyes.
Raade Raade
I still have kirtan, chants,
in my head. KD might be irritated
if he saw me, the windows of the car rolled down, blasting the stereo (the
rental car has a CD player!) and bellowing at the top of my lungs. But
it is such a joyful noise!
Course, all my current
CDs are now in the car, so it's quiet up here in the house. S'okay, I am
still singing. "Govinda Raade Raade Sham, Gopal Raade Raade."
Maybe I'll make a collection
of religious music. All different kinds, with an emphasis on the joyful,
the praising, the exuberant.
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