a few things i like about work:
i like to break open the reams
of paper how my dad said he used to break them open when he worked at a
printing press. i throw one edge toward the ground and smack there, and
it busts open. pleasure.
i like looking at the christmas cards that come in. sometimes it's such a waste. just a printed message. the best was a snowflake papercut. i wish the dean would get a hannukah card. i enjoy the spelling of the word yarmulke.
and i like heather and her issues with radiohead. how can songs mess with the brain so much?
ok, that about sums up what i like about work right now. malaise.
people are like paperdolls. paperdolls
and people, they're a similar shape. the snow at the cabin was so
fluffy dry that i could actually see the individual snowflakes when i
knelt down to the drift. this is mind boggling, or it puts my brain in
a slingshot, pulls back, and aims for another black hole. scientists
say that each snowflake is unique, different (even if ever so slightly)
from the next. could that be? even with just a foot and a half of snow,
that's billions of particles of uniqueness (dad: remember, you are
unique. just like everybody else). what if you could see each
individual snowflake as it fell? or in a blizzard, each flake was
flashed in front of your eyes?
"bully black hole punches nearby
galaxy" now, that is a violent headline. and the black hole is
personified. neat. props to the news!
valentin, an argentine movie, threw me into a fierce nostalgia. i miss la gran republica like a hot iron misses a wrinkly shirt. or worse. maybe i could live there.
i'm trying not to listen to everything means nothing to me by elliott smith. and arpeggi/weird fishes by radiohead. and house of cards and talk show host by the same. i'm trying to listen to christmas music, but i can't. by trying, in all those cases, i mean failing.
i did get a good chunk of my paper done yesterday! i'm almost done! i want to live in a rock on the grand staircase!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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It's about dang time you left a new entry here. Sheeze.
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