11.13.03. 9.30am.
just think of lovely things, and your heart will fly on wings.
happy stuff (to counteract my pissy mood)
kerry used to be on a type of birth control of which one of the side effects was "sense of impending doom." when she got the pills she looked at the bottle and saw it and thought, correctly, "that's ridiculous." but then she got it. she would come home and sit in her room and think, "oh my god, something terrible is going to happen." is that weird or what?
i live with a teamster. that's right. kathy, twenty-four, curly hair, and prone to falling asleep on the couch, is a member of the teamsters union. it would only be funnier if lieva were a teamster too.
which reminds me of the time once, long ago, when darius and i happened to be talking about seamstresses, and someone asked what a male seamstress would be called, and the other one responed that he would probably be a seamster. there was a very long pause. "i'm trying to think of a pun about the seamster's union, but i just can't make it work," i said. "i'm right there with you," said darius.
i know my experience in the business world is at the point limited, to say the least. but it seems to me that your average meeting is twice as long as it needs to be. i was just in a meeting about the archiving project i'm working on. i have been in this meeting before. (not this meeting, this meeting, per se. but this meeting, nonetheless). there were four of us - me, the project manager, the tech guy, and the other guy. these are not stupid people. nevertheless, we stayed there talking until every detail had been gone over thrice, just for absolute clarity, with short pauses occasionally while we all considered what we had learned. i definately picked up my notes and said, "well, that all sounds good" at least five times, in the expectation that everyone else would agree and we would go our separate ways. but no, no we didn't. the fourth and fifth times this happened, it was hard to supress giggles. i get paid for this? paul, the tech guy gets paid like $100 an hour to chill with us and go over simple details again and again. he could, i suppose, find that depressing. but i hope he finds it as funny as i do. (yes, some days i find it depressing, too. but today i find it funny).
walking through downtown just now, dusk. an elderly couple, an asian man and a white woman, around seventy-five, walking arm in arm, both with canes in their right hands. she's smiling really big.
sending mail to people. it's really great. you haven't been sending enough letters and packages, have you? think how neat it is to get something real in the mail. well, it's that fun to send stuff too.
there was a couple on the bus this morning. he had sideburns and leather jacket, she had curly blonde hair and a jean jacket, they gave the impression of being european. they leaned into each other and made jokes and laughed. she would say things with a serious face, and he would smile really big when he replied.
i always smile really big when i see little kids.
i got a new shirt on today. it's orange. best time to expand the color palatte of one's wardrobe is when one finds button-down shirts on sale for twelve dollars. i like the shirt a lot already.
speaking of orange: oranges. they're good. it's funny, i never think of them as a fruit i like, or even particularly remember them at all. when i was a kid, for some reason i didn't like them. probably the mess-factor, which is still a mild deterant. but man, oranges are yummy.
on BART, there's an ad in a lot of the cars with a photo of magic johnson, and the caption "HIV may have changed my life, but it doesn't stop me from living." in the photo, magic has his eyes closed and his head tilted up, and his fists clenching the air in front of him. all in all, he looks very passionate. think tank, in the matrix, saying "mm! it's a very exciting time!" but more serene. anyway, in one of the cars, someone crossed out "it doesn't stop me from living" and wrote in "it doesn't stop me from milking imaginary cows." and damned if he doesn't look like he's milking an imaginary cow. honestly. periodically people kept seeing it and then laughing quietly, because it's not right to make fun of HIV awareness, but, really, it looks like he's milking an imaginary cow.
this entry was written over the last few days. my pissy mood only lasted for half of the first day. but it's good to notice happy things all the time.