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I had two evenings recently that were magically nice but also followed an aesthetically cohesive (but spontaneous) trajectory. Max and I have been talknig about this sort of thing regarding xkcd; the thrust of those comics (in addition to nerdy jokes) is the idea that your life will be magical if only you take the correct approach ( Read more... ) -
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The White Stripes played at Madison Square Garden, and they were kind of unbelievably good. Their set was hyper-meticulous and overplanned (and all of the roadies had to wear fedoras while setting up). Basically, they built a solid red living room in the middle of the arena. All of this is pretty much in keeping with their recent overproduced ( Read more... ) -
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Last weekend began with company happy hour; two chugged beers and a mad dash to the train station later, I was on my way to Cambridge on a totally sweet train. I met Clara and Jesse at South Station at long last and, at even longer last, got drunk with them in a real-life bar. Said bar featured a dude playing a piano, and a crowd of rowdy drunk ( Read more... ) -
going Dutch
Around six-thirty, I was coasting down US Route 1, still dressed for the office (high heels, skirt, one of my precious few dress shirts gradually soaking with sweat) and thinking more about a problem from work than about traffic (bad). My brakes are emitting this embarrassing eeeerkkeeerrrkkkeeeeeeeeeeee. A car pulls up next to me, a little man ( Read more... ) -
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It has been a busy week! Seems like quite a bit longer than that. Highlights ( Read more... ) -
on the New England disposition
My one preserving beacon of hope for living in this friendless and logistically-complicated state was my shiny emerald-green Schwinn Suburban. I bought it from a kindly old lady on my first day in CT, and dropped it off at a local bike store to be serviced. Never have I dealt with a cuter or less friendly attendant ( Read more... ) -
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Hely didn't know why Farish had decided to steal the bulldozer. The newspaper had said that the foreman discovered it missing from a construction site out behind the Party Ice Company and then the next thing anyone knoew Farish was spotted tearing down the highway on it. He wouldn't pull oveer when signaled, but turned and took defensive action ( Read more... ) -
dreams
I don't usually write about my dreams. But I had two clearly-communicable ones lately ( Read more... ) -
tragical mystery tour
Yesterday had its moments, but made me hate New York a little more. Everything is a little off-putting. The fellow pedestrians are foolish and lecherous. The servicepeople are either rude, or (as Maya would say) contort their faces into a mien of friendliness for the purose of licking asses. Expensive things are not fulfilling (this comes at no ( Read more... ) -
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Each day, a middle-aged man in a polo shirt drops off a stack of victuals in our office, and slips away to deliver more corporate lunches. Everything is delicious. Today, my fortune cookie said, "If you are feeling blue, why not immerse yourself in your work?" I ate another cookie, just to make sure. "Now is a good time to reorganize." Holy shit; ( Read more... )