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raybear1. In the midst of a profound thought on parking lots and their existence and calculating how much money one would save by arriving before 8 am (I often create and solve math problems in my head as a way of keeping myself occupied -- it's strange I know), this young guy on the sidewalk came towards me and did the "avoiding dance". You know, when you go left to pass, then they go right, so you both over-correct and do it again? Except I realized he wasn't doing it accidentally, he was trying to get my attention. He opened a box lid and offered to sell me handmade glass pipes. I said no thanks and kept stepping. I thought of how many times I've randomly smelled pot while walking around the downtown business districts in the middle of the day. Probably some guy in a suit, but because I'm wearing baggy pants and a hooded sweatshirt, I get solicited. Maybe my knit hat made me look like a pothead too.
2. I hate pigeons. Virulently. Violently. Though I don't really perform any physicals acts against them. This is only strange because I love birds in general. My favorite section of the nerdy science program I did in high school was ornithology. I caught birds and tagged them. I learned to identify with 30 yards or more most every bird in the southeast part of the United States. To this day I've retained many of the names and physical characteristics, though it's not nearly as exhasutive. I still consider taking a bird-watching class because I think it's be relaxing and slightly goofy especially since I'd probably be the youngest and queerest person there. But pigeons? Winged rats. Disgusting. Gross. Stupid. I fear catch the bubonic plague when I walk near them. Under the train stop stairs, some strange woman was emptying an entire bag of birdseed onto the ground and they all came wooshing around her. I was horrified.
But then I remembered being in Venice when I was 16 and having friends take photos of me feeding the birds and having them surround me, perching on arms and shoulders and head.
Italian pigeons are different, I guess.
3. [Unnamed Attorney will now be called Bjork Attorney since that's what our first bonding conversation was about.] Bjork Attorney just asked if I had been losing weight. I was actually thinking over the weekend that I look different and wondered if parts of my body have been shifting around. Then today I felt that all of my pants are too big for me -- I'd recent purchased several new pairs that were all within the range of fitted-to-loose, and now I think they're in the range of loose-to-baggy. Again, it could be things are just moving around: tomorrow my shirts will be too small because everything migrated north for the spring. I'd like to say I've been eating better and engaging in more healthy routines, but I haven't. Though I've been awake more hours of the day and engaging in more calorie-burning activities than my usual routine of sitting on couches, and while my diet still has more grease and junk food than I like, I'm not eating as large of portions or as often. This is probably due to recent copious amounts of caffeine and nicotine. I'm anticipating a horrible horrible crash in the next couple weeks and in the meantime, I'll remember to put on a belt when I leave the house. And maybe buy a new black one since I can't seem to find mine.
Today I will label the boxes in the back. I'll get to it and stop putting it off. I have to pack up the offices in anticipation of having all the wall re-painted and the carpet replaced. It somehow seems fitting that I'm packing up my life at work while simultaneously getting ready for someone else to pack up their life at home.
2. I hate pigeons. Virulently. Violently. Though I don't really perform any physicals acts against them. This is only strange because I love birds in general. My favorite section of the nerdy science program I did in high school was ornithology. I caught birds and tagged them. I learned to identify with 30 yards or more most every bird in the southeast part of the United States. To this day I've retained many of the names and physical characteristics, though it's not nearly as exhasutive. I still consider taking a bird-watching class because I think it's be relaxing and slightly goofy especially since I'd probably be the youngest and queerest person there. But pigeons? Winged rats. Disgusting. Gross. Stupid. I fear catch the bubonic plague when I walk near them. Under the train stop stairs, some strange woman was emptying an entire bag of birdseed onto the ground and they all came wooshing around her. I was horrified.
But then I remembered being in Venice when I was 16 and having friends take photos of me feeding the birds and having them surround me, perching on arms and shoulders and head.
Italian pigeons are different, I guess.
3. [Unnamed Attorney will now be called Bjork Attorney since that's what our first bonding conversation was about.] Bjork Attorney just asked if I had been losing weight. I was actually thinking over the weekend that I look different and wondered if parts of my body have been shifting around. Then today I felt that all of my pants are too big for me -- I'd recent purchased several new pairs that were all within the range of fitted-to-loose, and now I think they're in the range of loose-to-baggy. Again, it could be things are just moving around: tomorrow my shirts will be too small because everything migrated north for the spring. I'd like to say I've been eating better and engaging in more healthy routines, but I haven't. Though I've been awake more hours of the day and engaging in more calorie-burning activities than my usual routine of sitting on couches, and while my diet still has more grease and junk food than I like, I'm not eating as large of portions or as often. This is probably due to recent copious amounts of caffeine and nicotine. I'm anticipating a horrible horrible crash in the next couple weeks and in the meantime, I'll remember to put on a belt when I leave the house. And maybe buy a new black one since I can't seem to find mine.
Today I will label the boxes in the back. I'll get to it and stop putting it off. I have to pack up the offices in anticipation of having all the wall re-painted and the carpet replaced. It somehow seems fitting that I'm packing up my life at work while simultaneously getting ready for someone else to pack up their life at home.
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Date: 2003-03-12 01:53 pm (UTC)also, unlike last week, i haven't talked to you yet this week. call me tonight and tell me a story? i think my voice is going again.
xoxox