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Saturday, March 20, 2004

But It's Not Even Labor Day Yet!

Last weekend we finally gave the last of our Christmas presents to some friends we hadn't seen in a while. (Incidentally, I think we picked well; we heard reports that the whole family was hooked on Karaoke Revolution, even the one who was PlayStation-negative before. "One of us! One of us!") But this weekend so far I have been cleaning all the other rooms of the apartment, frantically, mostly to avoid facing the truth: It is mid-March and I still haven't taken down my Christmas decorations.

This must explain the goblins in the kitchen.

06:28 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Why I Usually Wear Headphones.

I walked home last night, since it was still warm and clear, even as late as it was. There were a surprising number of people on the street at that hour. I was joined at one point by an older man in running shorts, presumably from the senior housing complex near work. He had a zippered jacket tied around his waist and a fanny pack over that, one of which jingled with every step he took. Jingle jingle jingle. He was speed walking, but while his arms were pumping up and down vigorously, he was only keeping pace with me—perfect pace, actually. Jingle jingle jingle. For a couple of blocks, we walked within feet of each other, exactly in line. Jingle jingle jingle. I suspect that we looked like a very short parade with a tiny, metallic musical accompanist.

Eventually I passed him at a yellow light, where he walked in methodical and rhythmic circles, keeping up his pace; Jingle jingle jingle. And the sound faded away behind me.

04:33 PM PST (link)


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