Tuesday, July 31, 2001
If you have a bad boss, The Business Research Lab might pay you ten bucks for your story. Man! If I had ten bucks for every lousy boss I've had...well, actually, I'd only have ten bucks. Good for me, bad for my wallet.
It is ungodly hot out today -- too hot to eat, move, or type.
Monday, July 30, 2001
Other than the hotel issue, the trip was great. Got to see my old pals and ate a lot of good food, including raw clams, fish tacos, and fried cactus strips, which were very good and very deep fried. I also went to a pig roast and, between the next-day indigestion and the mere sight of watching this thing as it cooked, have come to the decision that maybe eating pork isn't for me. You'd think a Jewish upbringing would have convinced me of that years ago, but apparently it took me seeing a hog on a spit to arrive at this realization.
Friday, July 27, 2001
Thursday, July 26, 2001
A great line from Timbuktu by Paul Auster: I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Friday, July 20, 2001
Thursday, July 19, 2001
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Just finished reading She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb. I don't get what all the fuss over this book is about. I didn't think it was particularly good. And, of course, my cynic light starts flashing when I have to paw through pages of praise before the title sheet. I guess people feel empowered when they read of someone getting over crises and getting on with life -- I have from time to time -- but I just couldn't give a damn what happened to Lamb's protagonist. I even found myself hoping she'd do another downward spiral, which isn't really the response a writer looks for. I hear his next book is better. It's also like 900 pages. Maybe I'll get to it one of these days.
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
Monday, July 16, 2001
A good day today. After a spur-of-the-moment beach trip and subsequent aloe slathering on my red shoulders, I went to check out my garden plot and discovered that I had a fully-grown zucchini. This is very exciting because I've never been able to successfully grow anything but mold. And a little basil. But mostly mold. Anyway, I got all giddy and then cut it off and took it home. It looks like I'll have dozens more, plus a whole bucket of tomatoes, so I'm feeling that maybe I can quit working real jobs and just be a farmer and sell my vegetables at the market on Saturdays. I know it's not likely, but I'm entertaining myself with it presently. I can grow stuff!
Saturday, July 14, 2001
My other one is less frequent, and only happens when I really have to pee but haven't woken up yet. In this one, I dream that I'm like eight months pregnant, and I'm horrified because I can't remember the earlier stages of the pregnancy and I don't want to be pregnant in the first place. I usually wake up more anxious after this one, but it fades quickly when I realize what's going on and stumble to the bathroom.
The link above provides some interesting explanation for common recurring dreams (being naked in public, showing up unprepared for an exam, etc.), but there's nothing on bad vision or unexplained pregnancy. Too bad.
Friday, July 13, 2001
Today was rather uneventful. So much for Friday the 13th excitement.
Thursday, July 12, 2001
Wednesday, July 11, 2001
Tuesday, July 10, 2001
As I was digging, one of the other guys who has a plot in the garden came by to pull some weeds and get some lettuce that was ready for picking. This guy, I've learned, is highly particular about his plants. There are soaker hoses that run through all of the plots, and in the past he's asked me not to water his vegetables because he didn't want them to flower early, or whatever his reason was. He said that if I wanted to turn the hoses on, to flip the switch going to his plot so the water wouldn't run there. I said I wouldn't get his plants wet. Now, I don't even turn on the soaker hoses; I just water my own stuff and figure everyone else will take care of their own. But someone's been turning the hoses on, which is fine with me, because I usually forget to water my stuff. The only reason my plants are looking good (and boy, they really do look good, I have to say) is because someone's turning on those hoses.
So this morning, as the anal guy is poking around in his garden, the woman in the house comes out and heads to her car to go to work. I say hi to her, and then the anal guy turns around and asks us if we know who's been turning on the soaker hoses. I tell him I haven't been, but the woman says she turns them on for a little while every night just to help us out. At hearing this, the anal guy goes into this whole tirade about how they're his plants, and he thought that he would be able to grow his crops (he actually said crops! he's got a three-by-fifteen plot of dirt, and he's growing crops! crops!) the way he wanted, and he doesn't want people interfering, because now his cucumbers are flowering and it's too early, and there's not enough communication about who's turning on the hoses and when, and he just doesn't want anyone watering his plants.
The whole time this is going on, probably two or three minutes but it seemed like forever, I just kept my mouth shut, but the woman was looking at me like she was going to start laughing in this guy's face (which -- come on, now -- he deserved). All she said, very politely, was that she wasn't going to turn them on again and that she didn't mean to water his plants if he didn't want them watered. Then she got in her car and went to work.
Like I said, I kept my mouth shut, but the whole time this twerp was spouting off, I just wanted to say, Dude, shut the fuck up! It's fucking plants!
Now: I am a pretty anal person. I wouldn't say I'm a maniacal a-place-for-everything-and-everything-in-its-place kind of person, but I am fairly particular. But this guy -- this fucking guy! I wanted to kick him. This was over a few plants! (Sorry: crops.) Because they were flowering earlier than he would have liked. This is Michigan. It snows in August. (Okay, maybe September, but my point is that the summer is way too short.) It was 42 degrees here just last week. The way I see it, your plants (crops) should be flowering now so that you can get your vegetables before it fucking frosts and they fucking die. I swear, I really want to go over there right now and turn the hoses on for a good hour or two, just to piss this asshole off. Ooooh, ooooh, don't water my crops! Shut your goddamn mouth.
The rest of my day has been, so far, uneventful.
Monday, July 9, 2001
I want to make an additional comment on what I wrote yesterday. I don't mean to insinuate that stories like who won Wimbledon, or a political demonstration, or the whole Chandra Levy thing are unimportant. People want to know these things, and CNN provides the information. It just seems like it's a slow news month, and everything CNN is telling is kind of...I don't know...uninteresting. It's probably not their fault. What I do have a problem with is CNN, and all news media in general, really, hyping up stories that really have no business being hyped, or wouldn't be hyped had something really important happened. Ooooh, mothers don't like Eminem. Well, no shit. Why make it a headline? That's what I was talking about.
Sunday, July 8, 2001
Condit admits to affair with intern. Not surprised.
Venus Williams takes Wimbledon. Nope, not surprised.
Six gored at the Running of the Bulls. Oh oh oh...not surprised.
Jesse Jackson is planning a protest. I think the bombing in Vieques is awful, but Jesse Jackson organizing a demonstration? Ermmm...not surprised.
Eminem gets a bad rap in Australia. Bad pun. Still not surprised.
Jenna Bush fined $600 and gets her license suspended. That's what happens when you get caught with a fake ID, babydoll. Not surprised yet.
Friday, July 6, 2001
It also looks like CBS will be charging for the live web feed after July 8. I thought they were trying to get people (besides myself) to be interested in these people? Asking for money usually doesn't increase popularity. I was practically addicted to the live webcam last summer, but I'm sure as hell not paying for it now.
And I'm not sure why all the females in the house are getting all stupid over that Hardy guy. He looks like a soap opera reject. Clearly, if one is chasing, Will is the one to chase. And on a related topic, there was an awful lot of skin in last night's episode. I appreciate that CBS wants ratings, but it would be nice if they could be a little more subtle about it.
Thursday, July 5, 2001
So today I woke up feeling hung over, even though I wasn't, since I don't drink when I have to play. Instead of hanging around the house and taking it easy, I went to the lake and sat out in the sun for three hours, which always takes my energy away. Came home, split a Digiorno pizza with Mike, and fell asleep on the couch. Boy, do I know how to party.
And now I have an article to write. It's due tomorrow. I've known about it for three weeks, and I have yet to write a single word. Hello, high school flashbacks.
It's a good thing I didn't have to go to work today. Everything seems to be moving at half speed.
Tuesday, July 3, 2001
On a completely unrelated topic, if you're in or near or willing to be in or near the Southwest Michigan area tomorrow and you're looking for something to do, may I suggest coming on over to Bell's Brewery in Kalamazoo to see my band play. The whole evening starts at like 7ish; we go on at around 10. Come on, it'll be fun! I'll buy you a beer! Fireworks, shmireworks. Come party with us!
Monday, July 2, 2001
Bad flick: Dude, Where's My Car? The ads made it look silly in a good way, but it turned out to be silly in the most annoying way possible. I'm glad I made myself wait until I could rent it, because I would have been pissed if I'd spent $7.50 to see it. All the funny parts were in the trailers; the rest is just boring, pointless, and unfunny. There was a whole sequence to Young MC's Bust a Move that I didn't even understand why it was in the movie at all. Very very stupid. I guess I should have known.
Sunday, July 1, 2001
Been busy today.
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